On A Date (PortEng)
Day 4: On A Date (PortEng)
After the world conference, other nations were curious as to why England and Portugal are standing next to each other, chatting with each other openly--since that rarely happens anymore because of their busy schedules. The words they heard were 'date' and 'meeting' at their conversation, so they assumed that they are talking about the next meeting.
The two split ways, both having a small smile on their faces--which made them curious. But they paid their own business.
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Arthur leaned on his door after closing it, the flushed smile he was surpassing finally showed. João agreed to have a date with him, of course--Arthur could not say that in person, he asked it in the letters he always write for the Portuguese.
"Was it a success, Arthur..?" A quiet voice spoke, peridot eyes blinked as he looked forward. "Yeah, he agreed. Thank you for asking, Meg." The Canadian fairy smiled while nodding her head, patting the Brit's head. "Do you need help for your date?"
The blond Brit shakes his head, "No need. João wants it casual."
After a lot of mental preparation, Arthur chose to wear his green cardigan that hides a button up shirt, and pants. To pass time, he rereads his books. But his reading time got interrupted when he heard a familiar voice approaching the library.
"Putangina, England." (It's a bad word) Philippines bursted the door open, shaking the Englishman's shoulders. "Yung oras England! Oras!" (The time, England! Time!)
The confused peridot eyes glanced at the clock, it was five minutes until their date. Arthur sighs, "I should have known you'd visit, Phil. (The Filipino glared at him) I know, I'll leave."
The blond head stood from his seat, and went to their meeting place.
The sun was already going down, the forest made it clear to see. Arthur sat at the edge of the cliff, admiring the scenery playing in front of him. Choosing a beautiful spot like this, João really knows how to be romantic.
Plus, this spot brings back memories. When Arthur was younger, João became friends with him—unbeknownst to both that they are nations, and considered their friendship as a 'human' one. And when he met João here again when he was in his teens, building an alliance with each other—making their strong oldest alliance.
A weight was placed at the blond's shoulders, interrupting the Brit from reminiscing about the past. Arthur did not look to know who it is, he knows that it's the Portuguese. The mentioned male sat next to him, a small smile grazing on his lips.
"You're early." He stated, the Englishman chuckled. "You're just late." Pale hands gripped the slightly big jacket that the Portuguese handed him.
"Didn't think you still remember this place." Arthur muttered, peridot eyes scanning over the other. Feeling eyes on him, João locked eyes with Arthur. "Of course, I would."
Comfortable silence overtook them, feeling relaxed at each other's presence. Rustles erupted from the bushes, making the two immediately on guard—readied hands placed on where they hide their weapon. Rustlings become furious and fast, before whatever was causing it revealed itself. It was a group of rabbits.
Finding this situation funny, João and Arthur laughed—removing their hands from their weapons. The Brit approached the rabbits, crouching down to pet them.
Chartreuse orbs stared at the warm scene in front of him. "Rabbits always show up when you come to any forests." João chuckled silently when his mind thought of something, 'It's like children greeting their mother.'
"I have a charm." Arthur sarcastically replied, picking up one of the rabbits as if he's holding a baby.
"So that's why I'm attracted to you." The blond sputtered in surprise at João's sudden flirt with him. Peridot eyes glaring at him, the Portuguese raised both of his arms in defense.
Covering his mouth with one hand, Arthur stifled a laugh at João's attempt of making things 'more' romantic. But it did make his heart warm at João's determination to bond with him.
Tan hand was outstretched in front of him, looking up—João held his pale hand. The Portuguese leading him back to the edge of the cliff.
The sun was already gone, the moon replacing it. The stars revealed itself in the skies. Arthur gaped, everything felt like it came from a movie. Blinking—checking to see if this was real, it is real. He's here with his beloved, this is what he always wanted to happen. A smile forming in his lips, resting his head on the brown haired male.
Chartreuse eyes watched the blond's actions, releasing their intertwined hands—and placed his arm around Arthur, pulling him closer to him. The Brit mumbled something, João raised his eyebrow at him. "What was that?"
A blush was evident on the Englishman as he clearly repeated, "I love.. you.."
Chartreuse orbs widened in surprise, his face suddenly felt hot as his brain processed the words the other said to him. "Eu também te amo." (I love you too)