Hetalia House Party! (England x Reader)

Chapter 1 - A strangers house

(y/n) = your name

(l/n) = last name

(e/c) = eye colour

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Waking up came as a surprise to you, your eyes slowly open realising that you somehow survived that hell of a snowstorm. But what came more as a surprise was that you were in someone else's house. You look down your body to notice that you are wrapped in blankets, lying down on a creamy coloured sofa. You feel a trickle of liquid run down your face which turns out to be a luke warm damp flannel sitting on top your head. Though you feel slightly dizzy, you take the flannel off, leaving it in your hands, and sit up to look at your surroundings. You were in what looks like to be someone's living room, far bigger that your own, complete with a flat screen TV, a set of three sofas with a table in the middle, draws which had slots for bottles of alcohol and on top of that, a set of chess and a cup full of some sort of liquid. Various paintings hang on the light grey walls, one which caught your attention was of a ship going into battle with another in a huge storm. You continue to look around at the pictures when you notice a grandfather clock and realised what the time was.

'10:56?!' You thought gasping, 'I left at 4, have I really been gone for nearly 7 hours?!'

Just then you hear the door behind you open and in comes a man with short scruffy blonde hair with bigger than normal eyebrows and dressed in a suit.

"Ah, your awake," said the British man, "I was wondering when you would wake up." He shut the door behind him and began to walk towards the draws.

"I'm so sorry!" You reply immediately, moving your legs to the left to sit in the sofa, "I didn't mean to intrude upon your home."

He gave a small chuckle, "Don't be sorry, I was the one who brought you here in the first place." He opens the top middle draw and takes out a small rectangular box, picks up the cup of liquid you spotted earlier and with both in his hands he heads towards you, "I found you outside lying on the floor with a large pile of snow on top of you. I couldn't just leave you there so I thought I'd let you stay here until you get better."

He places the cup onto the table in front of you while you bow your body 90 degrees forwards, "Thank you for taking care of me! You've literally saved my life."

He smiles, "Your very welcome. I'm glad I was able to save somebody."

He opened the small box, which turned out to be paracetamol, and handed you a small tablet along with the cup containing water, "Here, drink this. It'll make you feel better.'"

"Thank you," you replied. You placed the tablet on your tongue and drank the water with it, scrunching your face together whilst trying to swallow it. The man gave a small giggle watching your reaction to the medicine. After finishing the drink, you gave a sigh of relief and gave him back the cup.

"Thank you for doing all of this for me, but I think I'm fine now so I can go home."

"Are you sure?" He asked concerned, raising one of his eyebrows "You still don't seem too well."

"Yeah, I feel just fine," you reassured him. You know that you still don't feel completely better, but you don't want to cause him anymore trouble, seeing as he's already done a lot. Just then, your nose starts running which you quickly try to sniff it back up without him noticing.

"Haha, I don't think you are," laughs the man, "You can stay here until you get better if you want."

"Oh no, I can't do that. I'll cause too much trouble for you."

"I really don't mind, honestly. I have plenty of room, it won't be trouble at all."

'People always tell kids to not to talk to strangers, let alone stay at their house, but this guy seems so nice,' you thought, deciding whether to take the offer or not.

"Hmm... I... guess. Well as long as it's alright with you, then yes please. That would be wonderful," you decided. Seeing as you feel slightly dizzy still, it's best to take the offer.

"That's fine with me," smiled the man. He reached his hand out towards yours. "The names E-Arthur. Arthur Kirkland," he said looking straight into your (e/c) eyes, making you notice how pretty his emerald eyes were.

"(y/n) (l/n)," you replied as you took hold of his hand and both shook it.

Just then the grandfather clock turned eleven, which made low tones echo across the room. You both turned your heads to look at the clock.

"Good heavens, it's that time already? I suggest you get some good night sleep if you want to feel better in the morning. Follow me, I'll take you to your room."

He reached out his hand once more but this time to help you up from the sofa.

"Thank you," you replied holding on to his hand and pulling yourself up.

All the blankets that were around you fell onto the ground leaving you just in your fairly damp clothing.

"Ah yes, I forgot about your clothes. Not to worry. I'm sure I have some spare clothing in the case of guests somewhere," said Arthur.

He lead you up these massive stairs in the hallway, where every step looked about a tables size in width, and stopped in a corridor at a room which was basically a huge cupboard to look for some spare clothes.

"Okay, let see," he said to himself, looking up and down and back and forth in the room, trying to find something for you to wear.

You stood outside, amazed at all his clothes, seeing as you only had around one tenth of clothes compared to him, and you had a lot of clothes. He spotted something on the left row, on the top far right and picked it up to observe it.

"Ah, here we go. I reckon this will do." He folded the item into his hands and walked out of the room. "Now, the bedroom," he said while making head movements for you to follow him.

Carrying on down the large corridor, you both entered a dark room. Arthur walked further into the room and switched on a lamp by the side of the bed. The room lit up showing that it was massive, bigger than your own and this was just a guests bedroom. The colour scheme was light blue, with soft white carpets, a bed which looks like its fit for a king and curtains which blocked out any cold air from the windows, keeping the room warm. Arthur handed you the clothing he got earlier which felt very smooth in your hands.

"There you go, you should be able to fit in this.' He yawned while placing his hand over his mouth, "I guess I should get to bed now too. Goodnight. Hope you sleep well." He began to walk back towards the door to exit the room but was stopped by you calling out to him.

"Thank you very much!"

He turned back towards you, "No problem. If you need anything, just shout or knock on my door. I'm only round the corner."

"Will do."

And with that, he left the room shutting the door behind him and leaving you alone. You unfolded the item of clothing he gave you to see what it was exactly. It turned out to be a nightdress, made out of silk which looked pretty expensive. You got changed into the nightdress, leaving your clothes folded on a chair by the bed, and crawled into the bed, switching off the side lamp and lying your head on what seems to be feathered cushions. Pulling the duvet over your nose, you closed your eyes and began to think.

'Why is he being so nice to me? We've only just met today but he's acting as if I'm related to him.'

You never thought someone you don't know would help you out as much as he has, it came as quite a shock. 'Well, I guess there is such thing as being too nice,' you smiled to yourself and began to doze off.