You ran all the way to Arthur's house, not even bothering to take the bus.

Once arriving there, you grabbed the spare key hidden under the mat, because you had forgotten to grab yours.

You entered the house "Arthur?" You called.

There was no response.

"Arthur?" You called out a little more worried.

You looked around the house. It was a mess. It had to have happened after you ran out last night.

You felt a pang guilt hit your heart.

"Arthur?"

There was a broken bottle laying on the ground.

"Arthur?"

You said in a quieter tone as you walked towards his room.

"Arthur?"

You whisper as you slide open the door.

There laying in crumpled bed sheets was the Brit you had been looking for.

You walk over to edge of the bed to see Arthur curled up, hair a mess, his button-up shirt, unbuttoned and wrinkled, and dried up tears staining his cheeks.

You felt utterly terrible.

Tears pricked at your eyes as did the guilt in your heart.

You lay down next to the Brit before wrapping your arms around him.

"I'm such an idiot. I'm so sorry Arthur." You whispered in a cracking voice.

Arthur groaned, and shifted a bit.

You froze. What would be his reaction, seeing you here like this?

He blinked open his eyes before shutting them tightly due to the light. As he squeezed them tight allowing a single tear to escape.

"Arthur?" You cautiously said. He stiffened, suddenly realizing your presence.

"_____?" He asked back as equally as cautiously and shaky.

You held him tighter, tears about to spill from your own eyes. You nodded into his arm.

"Arthur, I'm so so sorry, I was just so confused last night. I don't want to lose you." You cried, dampening his shirtsleeve with your tears.

"Love," he said in his soft gentle voice. "It's not your fault. It's mine."

He carefully lifts your face to get you to look at him. "I should have never hid that from you. I was just afraid that you... That you would do something like you did last night... But I was afraid I would never see you again. I couldn't even bare the thought." He started to get all choked up.

You nuzzled into his chest, "Arthur, I want to understand. Because I love you." You looked up at him. "Francis, told me a little bit, but I think... That you-"

"I should really be the one who should explain this to you." He said quietly. "So, uh, I am the representation of the United Kingdom, well at first I was just England, and still referred to as such."

Your boyfriend pulled you closer, so you were laying on his chest.

"_____,"

"Mmmm?"

"How does this make you feel? Me being... Immortal?"

"Mm, well, I think it make you more mature." You say with a chuckle. "But seriously, I don't think it bothers me too much, at this point, even though one day I know I will grow old and die, and you will probably move on. I know that it's ok. Or if even you were to leave me because I got to old."

His arms stiffened around your middle. "I could never leave you." He said so seriously. "_____, I never felt the way I feel about you ever before. I love you so much, I can't even bare the thought of living without you."

You smiled nuzzling into him.

"I just want to live each day with you, as we have been so far, and take the future as it comes. If you'll still have me."

You gave a little laugh. "Of corse, I wouldn't ever stop loving you! And I won't ever leave you."

You smiled softly placing a kiss on his lips.

"I love you Arthur Kirkland." You smile so warmly it brings tears the Brit's eyes.

"I love you too _____ _____." He smiled before kissing you back.

He rests his forehead on yours.

There is a comfortable silence before you speak up.

"Is that why you never let me meet your family or friends? They're like you, immortal, also they could have slipped up?"

He nodded. "I almost slipped up a few times myself. I also considered telling you a few times, when it came down to it, I guess I didn't want to admit it."

"Well, we'll live each day as it comes. And," You give him a kiss. "We'll live," ~another kiss. "Happily," ~kiss "together." You nuzzled your nose against his.

He let out a light hearted chuckle, and placed his hands on your hips, relishing the closeness of you and placed a passionate kiss on you delicate lips.

The kiss grows increasingly more intense. One of your hands start to slide up his well toned chest, and the other finds its way to the back of his head.

He grows a bit braver, sliding his tongue across your lips, you oblige his request, and open your mouth to him. His one hand moves to the small of your back, keeping you close to him, while the other hand remains on your hip yet, he starts to pull up the hem of your shirt, sliding onto your bare skin.

You let out an involuntary moan. You tugged at his golden hair at the base of his neck, and he let out a small groan. You pulled away for air and looked at Arthur's face. He was a bit flushed, and his eyebrows were pulled together a little.

"Is everything alright?" You ask.

"I'm kinda new at this." He admitted sheepishly.

"You've been around since the 9th century, and this is new to you?" You smirk in a teasing manner.

"Y-Yeah... That and I kinda still have a headache from the hangover." He said averting his eyes, blushing a bit more.

You smiled, then gave him a peck on the cheek. "That's ok we can finish another time." This caused the Brit to blush more. "G-Good." He stuttered.

You sat upright, so you were sitting in his legs. His hands lingering on your thighs. "I'll go and make some breakfast." You tell him. Then you leave the room for the kitchen.

---

First, you start to clean up the mess in the dining room from last night's events. Once that was taken care of you start the food.

As soon as you finish making your eggs and toast, for you and your boyfriend, the Brit comes from the bedroom dressed for the day.

His face contorted into pain, and hand on his face. "Oh god, it's so bright in here!" He complains.

"I made a remedy to help with the hangover. You have to drink the whole thing." You say pointing to a cup of dark liquid.

He takes a waft. It smelled horrible. He tentatively lifts it to his lips, and starts to down the liquid. When he sets the glass down he looks at you unscrunching his features, "That was god awful!"

You chucked. "It's for your own good. Now, lets eat."

~

You were finishing up when the phone rang. "I've got it." Arthur said standing.

"Hello?... What do you want?... What the bloody hell do you mean 'you're here'!? ... No, _____ is here with me right now... No you twat! I most certainly did not! ... Go home!"

And even before he hangs up the phone, a knock on the door is heard. "I'll get it." You tell him. "Don't it's my incompetent brothers!" You ignore the command given by your boyfriend and open the door anyway.

There stood Allistor, Dylan, and Seamus.

Seamus jumped toward you and wrapped his arms around you in a huge hug. "_____, we're so glad everything is ok with the two of you!"

"Seamus, are you crying?"

"No! I'm just really happy! That's all." The ginger says releasing you from the hug, and wiping his eyes.

"I knew this would work out if she truly loved ye." Allistor said grinning crookedly at Arthur. Arthur responded by blushing.

Dylan stepped into the house and strode towards Arthur. "Does this mean that we can tell her the countries we represent?"

"Yes." Arthur sighed.

Your face lit up with excitement.

"Dylan Kirkland, the representation of Wales."

"I represent Scotland, I practically raised Arthur."

"You did not! All you did was bully me!" Arthur huffed, making the Scot laugh.

You gave a chortle, "And I'm Ireland!" Seamus said winking charmingly.

"So Lass," Allistor starts. "France said you were planning on coming back to talk with our brother even before he showed up."

"... Uh, yeah I was I really do love Arthur. I guess Francis is the personification of France."

"Oh yeah, sorry about that, thought he told you." Suddenly he picks you up by the waist in a hug. "We're just so happy our brother has found his true love!" He says swinging you around.

"This is cause for celebration!" Seamus says hinting at something.

"What!?" Arthur questioned surprised.

"You're right, in fact we actually scheduled a lunch for... *gasp* everyone." Seamus laughed.

"What do you mean by everyone?" Arthur asked nervously.

"Oh, just the family." Dylan smiled.

"Bloody wonderful, that means Alfred is coming." The Brit grumbled.

You laughed "I think I have a hunch on who Alfred represents."

The Scot raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"Is he America?" You ask.

"Yeah! How'd you figure that out?" Dylan asked sarcastically.

"We'll do proper re-introductions once we get there. Come on let's get going!" Allistor said lifting you up, slinging you over his shoulder, and starts to walk out the door.

"Allistor!!! Get back here with her!!!"

"Just come on!" The Scotsman shouted to his younger brother.

Once outside, Scotland puts you down on your feet, giving you his crooked smile, letting you know that he was purposely trying to irritate Arthur.

The three younger brothers exit the house, "hurry up, we don't have all day!" Allistor called.

~~(mini timeskip to the restraunt)~~

Allistor walked up to the hostess, and told her about the reservations he had made, for one of the back private rooms for him and his family.

There waiting for us already, was Alfred, Matthew, Jett, Thomas, Piper, Riley, Peter, and another kid, who had to be around the age of 16 or 17.

He had dark sunglasses, jet black hair, that was slicked up with quite the amount of hair jell.

"Hey, _____!" Alfred said running towards you, wrapping you in a hug. "I'm so sorry for the trouble I caused last night!"

"No problem Alfred! Actually I should be thanking you, America." You say smiling.

He smiled back with more intensity.

"Oh, this is my cousin, Anthony, he didn't come to the dinner last night." The American stretched out a hand towards the teen you hadn't recognized earlier.

Anthony put out his hand for you to shake. "Anthony Kyle Jones, The Republic of Molossia."

He kept such a straight face. "You don't need to be so formal. It's wonderful to meet you!"

This made the young (micro)nation blush. This made the other kids giggle.

"I see you're behaving in front of Mr.America." Riley teased.

"S-Shut it Hutt! I don't know what you're talking about!" Anthony retorted bushing heavier.

The shaggy haired sandy blond turned toward you "I am the representation of Hutt River, Yet another micronation." He tells you as he swishes a purple cape resting on his shoulders.

Piper was the next to approach you. Seems like all the children were enjoying the attention you were giving them. "I'm the Principality of Wy, and unlike most other micronations, some other countries acknowledge my independentce!" She smiled brightly.

"Wow, that's great!" You smiled, patting her head.

"And I'm Sealand!" Peter said running towards you. You catch the sea fort country in a hug. "Have you heard of me _____?"

You smile "actually, I've heard of each of you, when I was in school I did a project on micronations, and learned quite a bit of interesting information.

All the children seemed to beam with pride.

"No need to inflate their egos, Sheila." Jett told you in a joking tone.

"Let me guess... You're Australia."

"How'd you guess mate?" He joked.

You turned your attention to Thomas. "Oh, I'm New Zealand." He said giving a small laugh.

Then you felt something small softly pulling on your pant-leg. "Mm?" You look down at your feet to find a small white polar bear stuffed animal, but it seemed to be alive.

"Who are you?" It asked innocently in a tiny sounding voice.

"Awww." （≧∇≦）

You bent over and picked it up in your arms. "I'm _____. Who are you?" You asked petting his head. He only made a sighing like sound in response.

"Oh that's Kumajiro, he's mine." Matthew said softly, stepping forward.

"He's super cute!"

"T-Thank you." He said as you handed the polar bear back to his owner.

"And let me guess, you're Canada!"

"W-What? How did you know!?"

"I figured it out from what was said yesterday, that France raised you, then Britain took control after some time. But if I remember from school correctly, it was actually Scotland who actually provided for you."

His face lit up in amazement. "Oh, my, you do know quite a bit about me!" He proceeded to blush.

You looked back at your boyfriend, who looked a bit stunned. "I didn't know you were quite the history buff." He stated.

"Well, it never came up, and I understand why. Plus I'm pretty sure you are better educated on the topic then I am." You laughed.

This actually invoked some of the others in the room to laugh.

Soon enough you were all sitting around the big table, having a wonderful conversation about how they try to get along, despite the history they have with each other.

"So how were you able to get this place set up so quickly?" You ask.

"Well, being a country does have its perks. You can get into places short notice, or without invitation. And your living expenses are taken care of."

"So you guys don't need to get jobs?"

"No, but we usually do anyway. Life can get rather boring sometimes." Seamus states plainly.

"And that's why you guys should come to more of my amazing house parties!!!" Alfred practically shouts. "_____, you've never been to one of my parties have you!?" He yells, face lit up with elation.

A few groans of annoyance are heard.

"I don't really think she needs to. Besides your parties sometimes... get a little out of hand." Arthur sighs.

"What are you talking about, they're fun." Seamus smiles coyly.

"Yeah, Arthur and come to think of it you haven't been at the last few parties." Allistor says thinking.

"You know why." Arthur responds flatly.

You giggled.

"Um... _____?" Sealand called to you.

"Yes?" You ask him.

"I have a question, are you going to be staying, with Arthur then?"

"What do you mean, by that?"

"You're not going to let him go, are you?"

Anthony nudges Peter, frowning.

"Oh I'm not letting him get away." You say before confidently grabbing his tie around his neck at the base, and pulling him in for a quick kiss.

A few whistles and cat calls were heard form the older brothers, Alfred, and Jett.

Arthur's face was cherry red once you looked back at him. "W-why did you do that!?" He stuttered.

"Aww, because I love you." You tell him with a bit of blush dusting your own cheeks.

"Ya know, maybe you could, eventually of corse, introduce her to the others." Thomas shrugged nonchalantly.

Arthur seemed to ponder the thought.

As you look around the table, you think to yourself, that even though the road before you is unknown, you think you're ready for it.