True Rumors (England x Male!Reader)

True Rumors England x Male Reader

(Y/n) stared down at his swinging legs as a certain Frenchman was fighting again with a certain Englishman who our little shota had a crush on for quite some time.  France finding this out, of course, spread rumors about their relationship and ever since then; (Y/n) has been becoming distant from his crush to avoid embarrassment.

(Y/n) stared down at his feet during the whole meeting, trying to ignore all the chaos happening around him. The boy sighed and brushed a few strands of hair out from his face before he glanced upward to see Arthur looking down at him. (Y/n) flushed red and whipped his head back down towards the white tiled ground below him.

England growled under his breathe and kicked the (Country)'s shin from under the table to gain his attention. The (nationality) boy squeaked and glared (or at least tried to) daggers at the older country. Arthur ignore his glare and passed a slip of white, folded paper over to him.

His (e/c) orbs blinked in surprise as the paper was passed over to him. He flipped his head around to see if anyone had noticed and slowly opened the note.
"Meet me at my house after the meeting. We have a few things to discuss."
(Y/n) raised a eyebrow and looked up to the Brit.  He nodded and went back to listening to America's ranting.

(Y/n) slowly exited the room as it came to an end and paused at the door when he heard his name being called in a British accent. (Y/n) whipped his head over to the source of the voice and blushed as Arthur leaned over the smaller boy, looking down into his (e/c) eyes. "Would you like me to drive you to my house, love?" He asked a little direct.

(Y/n) hesitantly nodded and pushed the doors open, trying to get a little space from his crush.  Arthur grabbed the boy's (f/c) shirt to keep him from running off and pulled him to his side, taking his smaller hand in his own.

.:* U KNOW WHAT IT IS *:.

(Y/n) stared down into the tea cup he was given and sighed under his breathe. Arthur set down his cup and looked over to the shaking country, "I guess I will get straight to the point since it seems you feel a bit uncomfortable." He began, to gain the (nationality) boy's attention.

"I asked you to come here because I want to know why you started to ignore me...Why is that?" He asked as he put a hand to his head for support as he leaned over his crossed legs. (Y/n) slowly put down the cup, not wanting to spill it and turned to face the Brit. "W-well y-you know how France has been spreading rumors that I love you?" (Y/n) said nervously.

Arthur nodded. "W-well I started to get nervous that you wouldn't like me anymore because you probably don't like me that way and would find it disgusting." He sniffled as tears weld up in his (e/c) eyes.  England chuckled a bit under his breathe, which surprised the boy and crawled across the couch to where the shota was sitting, his body trapping (Y/n) under his own.

(Y/n) face burned bright red and he began to stutter uncontrollably before he was silenced with a pair of lips on his own. (Y/n)'s eyes widened but gave into the kiss, wrapping his slender arms around the dominant male's back and neck.

They both pulled away shortly to catch their breathe."I love you (Y/n), please don't ever think otherwise." England said as he leaned in for a shorter kiss. (Y/n) tightened his grip around his newfound lover and kissed him deeper than what anyone would have expected from the uke. He smirked a bit in the kiss, 'I'm going to have to thank France later...' he thought.