England x Reader | ~ Early Mornings ~

Softly turning over in your bed, so as not to wake the sleeping figure next to you; you soon came face to face with the incredibly cute sleeping face of your fiancé Arthur Kirkland (or England dependant on what you prefer). He was laid on his side with his left arm supporting your head instead of the pillow; his eyebrows were drawn together as if he were looking at something distasteful while his mouth was drawn into a small pout. What was cutest was that small murmurs of ‘scones’ and ‘tea’ that would occasionally come from his mouth, upon which bringing forth small giggles on your part at how adorable he turned out to be even when sleeping.
These soft giggles is what dragged him from his light sleep (of tea and scones apparently), only for him to awaken to your smiling face and sweet giggles.
“Morning love..” Arthur murmured while giving a soft smile, as his unoccupied hand came up to brush away his bedhead after which he yawned loudly.
“Morning Iggy~…” was cooed back at him after which he shot you a half-hearted look of annoyance with one eye, while his hand rubbed away the drowsiness from the other, at the given nickname.
Quietly grumbling under his breath, whilst you giggled and beamed at him some more, Arthur’s hand under your neck grasped onto your shoulder, and his arm bent to pull you towards him; quickly silencing your giggles with a harsh kiss to the lips. This quickly shut you up, as Arthur was generally very scarce when it came to affection in any way; as he claimed it was ungentlemanly and he would never want to dishonour a lady. In short this was a moment to treasure.
The next few moments were spent quietly enjoying each other’s presence as being able to sleep in together was also a rare occurrence; he is a country after all with things to do, and you had your own things to do yourself.

After a few minutes Arthur and yourself separated to find some much needed air and come back to reality; although you both stayed close with your bodies still entangled. Arthur placed one final chaste kiss to your lips, then one to your forehead, before moving to untangle your bodies and finally emerge from the confinements of the bed.
“Come on love, we gotta get up~” Arthur snickered as he watched you roll around on the bed while groaning at how you both didn’t need to get up.
“Artie… it’s a weekend, we don’t need to be up at *looks up to check clock* 8:30?!” Flopping back down onto the bed while releasing even more groans at how early it was, as Arthur chuckled at how adorable he found the small action.

Moving around the bed and towards the bedroom door, Arthur kept his eyes on your form; admiring how someone like himself could’ve possibly managed to receive so much love and commitment from a person as kind and beautiful as yourself. Although that thought was quickly swapped with the thought of breakfast, and a cruel plan came to mind.
“Well then, I guess I’ll have to make you some scones for breakfast love~” he sang while his face grew a mischievous smirk at the idea, and his body and eyes turned towards the bedroom entrance, now making his way towards the kitchen. A loud thud is what resounded after that statement, as that was all it took to get you out of bed (unsuccessfully) and racing to stop Arthur’s mission of creating death scones.
Contrary to popular belief, Arthur was actually very good when it came to cooking small easy meals, and making teas (iced and regular) were his specialty; although he was terribly awful at making scones, which he was very aware of. Though he did love to tease you with the threat of feeding you scones on occasion.

Quickly pulling yourself from the ground, you hurriedly made your way towards the kitchen, where Arthur had only just arrived; though before he could grab any ingredients, you had made it to the kitchen where upon arrival you smashed into his back, and swiftly threw your arms around Arthur’s entire mid-section; trapping his arms to where he couldn’t create the demon scones.
Throwing his head back, Arthur let out a long low chuckle, while a large smile curved his lips; [which combined with his morning hoarseness, sounded incredibly attractive], at how persistent you became when it came to preventing Arthur from making his ‘special food’.
Turning around in your death hold (which wasn’t really all that strong), Artie wrapped his trapped arms around your waist, while yours shifted up to rest around his shoulders, where he then pulled you towards himself to steal your lips in a passionate kiss, as both your eyes closed to savour the sweet moment.

This again lasted for a few moments before Arthurs hands moved down to grasp at your thighs, where he then proceeded to lift your body, turn towards the counter, and place you on the edge of the counter top, while his body moved in between your legs, so as to keep close contact; while the drizzling rain outside the kitchen window helped to create a calming atmosphere.


This of course led to taking a VERY long time before Arthur and yourself were ready for the day.