HetaliaxNeko!Reader~ England

You looked to find a green eyed man with shaggy blonde hair. But what caught your eye was the rather big eyebrows. You’d never seen eyebrows that size…

Anyway, the man held up a hand, almost as if to wave. “Hello, love… may I sit with you?” he asked in a British accent. You blushed when he called you love, but nodded in reply.

As he sat down, he introduced himself. “I’m Arthur Kirkland, nice to meet you,” he said, holding out his left hand to shake.

“My name’s (full name). Nice to meet you, too, Arthur,” you reply, shaking his hand.

“So you’re a Neko,” he said, smiling a little.

“Yeah… you gotta love the way people make fun of you, it’s just great,” you say sarcastically. You pulled the hood of your (f/c) sweater over your (h/c) ears, something your parents made you do when you went out.

“What? They make fun of you? Now that’s just stupid. Nobody should do that, you’re still a human being, even if you do have the traits of a cat.”

You look at him, surprised at what he said. “You really mean it?” He nodded firmly.

“But why are you out here, love? Don’t you have a family that cares for you?” he questioned.

“I have a family, but I wouldn’t say that they care. If anything, they’re happy I’m gone. I ran away and I’m not going back,” you mumbled. Arthur’s eyebrows knitted in thought, but was interrupted by the rumbling of the clouds from above. He glanced at you, watching as you grumbled slightly and adjusted your hood once again in preparation for the onslaught of water that was bound to fall. 

"You should probably get home, Arthur," you told him, concern adorning your eyes as you spoke. Arthur stood up, holding a hand out to you. In turn, you looked up at him with confusion.

"(f/n), if you believe I'd let a lady freeze in the pouring rain, you are sadly mistaken."

"But-"

"But nothing... now, please do come along," Arthur asked, warily watching the clouds before turning to you with a shy smile.

You smiled back before taking his hand. Something inside you told you he wasn't a bad person as the two of you took off running as the first droplets hit the ground.

~~~Mini-Timeskip by England’s Magic~~~

“Make yourself comfortable, while I make dinner,” the Brit told you and went into the kitchen. A low rumble of thunder rang throughout the town, causing you to head to the window and watch the rain hit the glass and trickle down. Rain-drop races were something you did to pass the time if it was raining and you were stuck inside. Right now was no exception.

After a little while, Arthur called you to the table, which you didn't catch due to how mesmerized with the rain you had become. Arthur wandered into the living room to see what was keeping you, and smiled a little when he saw your form curled up next to the window, tail swishing in excitement as you watched the rain.

He came and sat next to you, startling you a tad before realizing it was the man. "Sorry, Arthur..." You apologized, feeling bad you didn't go to dinner right away. Arthur waved a hand in dismissal.

"It's quite alright. I can see why you've become entertained," he admitted with a laugh. "Are you hungry though?"

"A little.. though I kinda wanna sit here and digest everything, if that's okay with you. I don't want to be a rude guest."

"No, no, love, I understand. If you'd like, you can spend the night here until the storm passes... I'd have to tidy up the guest room, but it wouldn't be any trouble," the Brit offered, fiddling with his fingers. You giggled and nodded.

"As long as it's okay with you," you stated, turning your attention back to the glass. Arthur stood up, giving your head a slight pat before heading up the stairs to, what you assumed, fix up the aforementioned guest room. 

About an hour had passed when you began to doze off. You tried your absolute best to stay awake, but the tiredness and stress that had enveloped you from the day's events took a toll on you, causing you to curl up on the ground to the lullaby that was the raindrops. 

When Arthur finally returned from tidying up your quarters, he sighed as he found you lying on the wood floor. "Dear, dear, don't you know that isn't proper..." he tsked quietly as he hesitantly lifted you up and carried you up to the bed he'd prepared. After tucking you in, he stroked your hair, whispered a shy 'goodnight', and closed the door to leave you to rest.

~~~Timeskip by Flying Mint Bunny and Co.~~~

As strange as it was, you had 5 months spent with the British gentleman. It became evident the night after you'd fallen asleep to the raindrops that you didn't want to go home. Arthur, being the kindhearted soul he was, offered to let you stay with him for as long as you needed. And in that time, you’d learnt some interesting *cough* weird *cough* things about Arthur.

One of them, being he talked to his imaginary friends, but he protested and claimed they were real. The one he talked to the most being called Flying Mint Bunny, which you thought was kinda cute.

 Another thing you discovered, he had magical powers. You didn’t believe him at first, but when he demonstrated his magic to you with flower growth, you kinda had to believe him. The flowers weren’t the only things that grew, though.

Your feelings toward Arthur grew from a friend to love. When he gave you that handsome crooked smile of his, you had a butterfly feeling in your stomach. You yearned to tell him the way you felt about the whole internal ordeal you were dealing with. But you didn’t want to humiliate him with you being a Neko and all. 

To change that, you were going to ask him a favor.

You knocked on his bedroom door. “A-Arthur? I have something to ask you.” He opened up and let you in.

“What is it, love? Ask away,” he said as you sat on the bed. You toyed with your kitty tail.

“Um… could you use your magic to take away my ears and tail?” you asked him. His eyes went wide, startled.

“But why?”

“Because I… I don’t want you to cause you any disgrace…”

“What? Because you’re a Neko? (F/n), look at me,” he said sternly. Your (e/c) orbs met his grass green ones. “(F/n)… you shouldn’t get so down on yourself. You’re unique in every way, and you shouldn’t let your past haunt you.”

You were surprised by his words. Everyone has put you down up until this point. 

Arthur brought his hand up to stroke your cheek, making your cheeks turn crimson. He leaned in, never looking away from your eyes, and sealed the space between you.

The kiss was sweet, Arthur putting the all the love and passion he could into it. You close your eyes and wrap your arms around his neck, while his hands came up to mess with your (h/c) locks and stroke your cat ears. 

You broke apart for air and he kissed your nose.

“I've taken quite a liking to you, (f/n)…” he said timidly. You giggle and hug him tightly.

“You're not so bad yourself, Arthur.”

“Don’t let anybody bring you down because of your features, love,” he whispered, “because I’ll love you no matter what.”