"…Sit up, (Name),"

"I am sitting up."

"You're partially sitting up. Sitting up is having your back in a straight line. Like this."

"ACK!" You said in surprise as you felt a two hands push your back up into a straight line. You glared at the Englishman responsible. "Gee, thanks for possibly breaking my back, Arthur."

"Nonsense. I cannot possibly break someone's back…alone," he huffed, sitting back down in his chair, reaching for his tea.

You ass…You thought to yourself as you also reluctantly sipped your tea. First you invite me over for tea, then you turn me into your…victim!

Looking around the garden you two were currently seated in, you sighed. While the area was beautiful and peaceful, what with the several rosebushes and birdhouses, put together by Arthur Kirkland himself, you couldn't help but be a bit bored. Sure, he invited you over for tea, but you didn't know he'd be lecturing you on how to sit and how to sip your tea and at what degree your pinkie should be raised when you holding your tiny cup. Well, at least he didn't make any of those rocks he calls scones. Blowing a few (h/c) strands of hair out of your face, you rested your elbow on the table, which was painted white with several very antique designs running up the legs and the table, and closed your eyes for a few seconds…

"Not elbows on the table, (name)," Arthur chided, raising a bushy eyebrow. His messy blond locks shone perfectly in the sunny weather, and his grass-green eyes glanced at you. "You know better than that."

Huffing, you removed your elbow from the small table, grumbling, "Sorry, Arthur." You narrowed your eyes and leaned back in your chair.

"Sit up, (name)."

You sat up, annoyed. "Can I do anything here?"

"Anything ladylike," he replied simply, setting down his cup and plate. "We are having tea, after all."

"But isn't tea time over yet? We've been out here for hours!" you cried, (e/c) eyes pleading for freedom.

The Briton raised both his eyebrows. "20 minutes."

"Might as well have been 20 hours…" you muttered, resting your head on the table, then sitting back up before Arthur could tell you to do so. You glanced again at the man sitting across from you and looked away.

No doubt about it, you did have a crush on the Englishman. You didn't know what drew you in more, his smooth accent, the way his messy hair can never be tamed, his glittering green orbs that could capture yours in a heartbeat, or those eyebrows that fit him so well…

You were busy daydreaming about him when he said something that caught your attention. "…learning how to waltz, what do you think?"

"Eh? Huh?" you said, snapping your head up.

"I was asking you to waltz. You don't know how to, right?" he asked, standing up. You shook your head.

"B-But aren't we having tea?" you asked as you took his hand that was outstretched to you.

He ignored your question and led you to the small gazebo placed in his garden. Pulling you close, you hesitated.

"(Name), I don't bite," he said, smiling as he placed one hand on your waist and another took your hand.

"Yeah, not very hard…" you mumbled as you reluctantly placed a hand on his shoulder.

Soon, the two of you started swaying back and forth, taking gentle steps around the small gazebo, and apologizing whenever you stepped on his foot by accident or tripped.

"Arthur…why did you really invite me over?" you asked, trying to avoid his sparkling green eyes.

He twirled you around, replying, "Do I really need an excuse to invite a friend over?"

Returning back close to him, you blushed and said, "N-No, but you could have invited someone else, you know."

He blushed slightly and mumbled, "But I didn't want to."

You smirked in triumph. "What was that? I couldn't hear you."

Arthur finally sighed and looked you in the eye. "I didn't want to invite anyone else…you're the only one, okay?"

Now it was your turn to turn pink. "Um…w-why?"

"…I'd rather show you."

That was when you found a pair of warm lips pressed again yours, and two arms now around your waist. Your eyes fluttered closed and you moved your arms up to wrap around his neck. After a few more moments of bliss, you both pulled away, foreheads pressed against each other.

"…How embarrassing…" you muttered, earning a laugh from the Englishman.

"Ohohonhonhon~ What's this? I come over to see my dear friend Arthur, and here he is with (Name)? And sharing a kiss of l'amour, no less!" you heard a French accent laugh. Snapping your heads up, you saw no other than Francis, you perverted friend, standing by the small table where you had recently been drinking tea at.

"Y-You bloody wanker! I never invited you for tea and never will!" Arthur dashed off, chasing the laughing Frenchman around the neighborhood. You laughed as you watched him go off into a fit of rage, and sat down at the gazebo steps.

Maybe I'll come back for tea more often…