England X Reader: The Attic
“Huh? What are you doing here?” You glanced up from the stoop you were standing on.
“Um, you asked me to come over today. Remember?” Arthur slapped a hand over his face. “Ah,
yes. That’s right. I forgot what day it was,” he replied as he looked away in embarrassment. You blinked at him, noticing how red his face was becoming with each passing second.
“You feeling okay Artie?” you asked teasingly, loving the fact that you could make him flustered so easily. A scowl immediately replaced his blush as he folded his arms in irritation. “Come in, come in,” he grumbled, stepping aside to let you enter. The scent of Earl Grey and spice filled your nose as you crossed the threshold of the Englishman’s home, a smile creeping onto your lips. “I’m afraid that there’s quite a lot of antiques and other memorabilia clogging the attic, you see,” Arthur stated as he turned to face