Various x Reader Oneshots

Frost (Arthur Kirkland [ft. Jack Frost]; Hetalia)

You were cold, and that's that.

Wrapped in a thick blanket and a mug of hot chocolate in your hands, you sat cross-legged in front of the crackling fire. Your teeth chattered as you took a sip of the warm beverage, savoring its sweet taste as it passed your tongue and down your throat.

Walking to your friend's house with nothing but a sweater and a scarf to keep you warm wasn't the best idea. It was snowing and you had nothing to keep yourself covered from the falling snowdrops. By the time you reached his doorstep, your sweater was soaked from the melting snow and you were shivering like mad. Instead of enjoying the day outside with your friend, you were being warmed up in his house to the best of his abilities.

"Are you alright, love?"

That accent unmistakably belongs to your British friend, Arthur. He sat on the chair next to the couch you were on, his emerald eyes glancing up from his newspaper to look at you. Guilt clawed at you and embarrassment colored your cheeks, though the latter went unnoticed since your cheeks were red from the cold.

Arthur had been nothing but kind since the hour he found you freezing on his doorstep. He had immediately ushered you in, given you a blanket, and had offered you a drink, seeing as the blanket wasn't helping much. You can't help but feel happy that he cared for you, and you can't help the embarrassment building up inside you the longer you stayed. You two were supposed to be in the cafe the both of you planned to spend the rest of the day.

"I'm fine, Arthur. Thanks," you replied, careful not to use the nickname Alfred gave him. Alfred is another friend of yours, but he's the polar opposite of the British man. If Arthur is polite, calm (unless triggered by France), and a total gentleman, Alfred is loud, hyper, and really energetic. You have no other words to describe him other than those.

"And I was looking forward to today too," you thought with a pout, taking another sip from the mug. Arthur's cheeks pinked, which wasn't seen by a sulking you, and put the newspaper up to hide it. "Anytime. It's not like I can leave you out there in the bloody winter."

A giggle passed your lips at the answer, making Arthur's cheeks flush worse then earlier. It was quiet aside from the occasional crackle of the fire and the shuffle of a newspaper. Your attention shifted from the fireplace to the window displaying the snow-caked streets.

It was still snowing, and it looks like it won't stop soon. A group of children were having a snowball fight while a couple passed by, scarves wrapped around their necks and jackets adorning their torsos. The boy has an arm over her shoulder and was poking the girl's cheek, a cheeky grin on his face, as she whined and tried to keep him away from her.

You smiled, seeing how cute their interaction was, then you began to sulk again. You snuggled deeper into the blanket and finished your drink before gently placing it down on the coffee table. Your mind drifted to Arthur, still preoccupied with the newspaper in his hands.

You had a hopeless crush on the grumpy Brit, so hopeless that you even began to daydream about him at random. This resulted in another pout and further snuggling in the blanket, (e/c) clouded and staring blankly outside.

Arthur sighed, folding and setting the newspaper aside to talk to you when he saw the brooding look on your face. He followed your gaze to the window and pursed his lips, thinking that he must've done something wrong.

He knew that you weren't happy about being stuck in the house. The two of you planned this hang-out a few days ago since both of you haven't seen each other in a while, only to cancel it due to his concern for your health. His stare on you lingered for some time until he made up his mind.

"Do you want to go outside once you've warmed up?"

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You giggled, running inside the park and turning to look at Arthur who was watching you from the entrance. "Over here, Iggy!"