Tea, Bitch || England x READER [FINISHED]

7 || Forest

LET'S START WITH A FLASHBACK BEFORE WE CONTINUE WITH THE STORY!

I walk happily into a café to get a light lunch. A man with long blonde hair and blue eyes greeted me at the door.

"Welcome, to Le Cafe." He bowed. His uniform makes the place more formal than others. (it literally translates to The Cafe. I'm so creative.)

"Table for one please." He nodded and led me to a small booth by the windows.

"My name is Francis Bonnefoy, I will be serving for you today. What would you like, mon chere?" His accent was
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"(f/f)" you smiled curtly. A little intimidated by his presence.

He smiled so peacefully and gracefully left.

'Since when did a hot guy work here?' I thought to myself.

As you waited, your mind went off into lala land.

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"This frog just disgusts me!" Arthur growled. Complaining about his life with this special someone.

"Sounds like someone's in love~" I cooed.

"I'm not in love with that dolt! He flirts with anybody or anything."

I sighed. "Maybe some people appreciate others more than themselves. Who is he anyway?"

"Francis Bonnefoy, he used to take care of me. Thank god I didn't turn out like him." Arthur huffed and took a sip of his tea.

"He sounds like a nice person though. I should meet him." I grinned.

"Please don't. The last thing I want you to do is being defiled by his slimy hands."

I pouted
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"Oh!" I gasped. Remembering about a certain Brit rambling about a frog.

"Your food." Francis came back and handed me my ordered meal.

"Hey, Francis."

"Oui?" He winked.

'Fuck you and your hotness.' I mentally yelled.

"Do you know Arthur Kirkland?"

"Yes, he's a tough fellow. Big eyebrows and terrible cooking." He chuckled.

"But his tea is the best."

"True but can that Brit at least take some lessons?"

"Only Alfred and I can make fun of Artie!" I pouted.

"You know Alfred too?"

I nodded.

"Well! I expect to see you a lot from now on." He left with a final wink.