ScotlandxReaderxEngland pen pals
You friend had introduced you to a new online social website, Deviantart, a website where you were allowed to upload and browse through any kind of art work, be it photography, literature or just plain old traditional drawings. You had met many people online and found you had a lot in common, but no one understood you more than Arthur Kirkland, and blonde haired boy from England, London to be more precise. You two had met over this website and before you knew it you were sending letters to one another about your lives.
Even though you had never spoken face to face, you had spoken over the phone, and he had sent you countless pictures of yourself, and vice versa. You were now twenty one and living alone in a small house, you and Arthur had been sending letters back and forth for five years now and you had arranged to fly to London to meet him.
Packing the last of your belongings into a suite case and tying a ribbon on the handle to make sure it was yours, you set off for the airport. Passing though security, you boarded the plane and took you seat now it was just the long wait before you arrived in London.
Hours later you touched down in Heathrow air port, England. Stepping off the plane, you followed the crowed through passport control and then on to collect your bags. 'What if he's not here?' You thought, watching people pass you by. Suddenly someone caught your eye; it was a boy, the same age as you, with messy blonde hair and emerald green eyes that shone spectacularly. Smiling at the boy, you made your way over to him.
"Excuse me, are you Arthur Kirkland?" You asked timidly.
"Why of course, I suspect that you are ____ _____ correct?" He asked in a thick British accent.
"Y-Yes, that's me~" You smiled.
"Well then, shall we be going?" He asked, taking your suitcase from your hands and walking towards the exit.
"I hope you like it here in London, love. I live with my Brother Scott, he's a bit of a pain in the ass though so tell me if he bothers you and I'll say something" He explained, as you buckled up and began driving.
London traffic was as busy as ever, you and Arthur had manage to get nowhere in the space of an hour, you didn't mind though, Arthur and you spent the whole time talking.
You finally arrived at Arthur's house, it was a tall slender building with little to no front garden, the front door was painted the pastel blue colour, and it had a somewhat welcoming feel to it.
"Go in love, make yourself at home" He said, handing you the keys as he retrieved your things form the back of the car. You unlocked the door with a small 'click' and stepped in. The house smelt of lavender and tea, just like all of Arthur's letters had, the floor was a white marble colour and the walls were painted a light yellow, giving it a warm welcoming feel.
After Arthur had given you a tour of this three story house, the two of you sat back down on the sofa and relaxed, it was only six o'clock in the evening and Arthur said that his brother would be home soon.
"Thank you for letting me stay here" You said, sipping your cup of [insert drink] "You're house is amazing"
"You're welcome, love" Arthur smiled "I'm glad you like it"
Just then, the door opened and someone stepped in the house.
"Oi, Artie, is that lass here yet? The one you keep bloody banging on 'bout?" A voice yelled in a thick Scottish accent.
"Bloody hell" Arthur cursed "Will you shut up you git, were in here"
At that moment a boy walked into the room. He looked at least two years older than you were, with shocking green eyes that matched Arthur's, and bright red hair. As he walked in, he looked over at you and grinned.
"So you're the lass that Artie won't shut up 'bout" He said, walking over to you and extending his hand. You blinked for a moment, before reaching out and shaking his hand.
"Hi, I'm ____" You greeted, smiling broadly.
~Later that night~
Arthur had made up a bed for you in the spare room and Iain had gone out to buy some food from the shops. The room you were staying in had an ensuite bathroom so you had gone in there quickly to have a shower before dinner, even though you and Iain hadn't spoken much you still couldn't get him out of your head, Arthur had told you what a 'twat' he was, but he seemed nice to you. As you stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, you ran your fingers through your [H/C] hair and sighed, taking off the towel that was wrapped around your body and throwing it to one side. As you looked through you suitcase to find something to wear there was a knock at your bedroom door, but before you had time to answer, someone already entered.
"Hay lass, Arthur wants to know if-" Iain was cut off mid sentence as he looked up at you, completely naked.
"GET OUT!" You screamed, throwing the nearest thing at his head, which happened to be your hair brush.
The red head quickly retreated, closing the door behind him, leaving you as red as a tomato. You could have sworn you saw his nose bleeding before he left however.
Shaking your head, you got dressed as quickly as you could, before drying your hair and making your way down for dinner.
You sat at the table with Arthur on you left and Iain on your right. The three of you ate in silence as you tried you hardest to not glance over at Iain. Arthur coughed to break the silence, and placed his knife and fork on the now empty dish.
"So, how do you like London _____?" He asked, looking at you.
"I-It's nice..." You said quietly, sipping you drink.
"Much like your a-" Iain stopped mid sentence after receiving a kick to the shin from you.
After you helped Arthur with the dishes, you sat back on the sofa and sighed, you had a feeling this was going to be a long week. Arthur was right, even though his brother was hot, he was an ass.
As the week went by, you spent every second of it out exploring the sights. Arthur had been kind enough to show you around and had explained the history of all the landmarks. You had only one day left in London with Arthur and his brother which made you sad. Arthur said he would visit you some time and you could show him around where you lived, but you were still upset that you had to leave.
That night you spent the entire time packing your things, making sure you didn't leave anything at Arthur's house by accident. A small knock at the door made you look up, and Iain entered the room.
"So..." He said casually "You'll be leaving tomorrow then lass?" He asked, sitting on the edge of your bed.
"Yeah..." You sighed. You had gotten to like Iain a lot, even after your little accident, you wouldn't admit it, but you had a crush on him.
"Well, good luck" He said, standing up and walking to leave.
"A-Aren't you going to be there to say good bye?" You asked, looking up.
"I-I got some things to do..." He answered quietly "I'm sorry..." Iain grabbed the door handle to leave, but you stopped him.
Spinning him around, you pulled him into a tight embrace, holding him close.
"I'm 'gonna miss you" You whispered, burying your head into his shirt and taking a deep breath in.
"I'll miss you too lass..." He said, hugging you back, stroking your [h/c] hair softly.
After a while of standing in silence, Iain pulled away.
"Good night lass" He said, kissing your forehead gently before leaving.
You stood at Heathrow airport, in the exact same stop you had been standing only a week ago. With your suitcase in your hand, you turned to Arthur, slightly teary eyed. You smiled at him and he took a step closer.
"Well, have a safe trip home, love" He said, pulling you close into a hug.
"Bye Arthur" You said, hugging him tighter as a few tears slipped down you cheek "I'll write as soon as I get back" You said, pulling away from the hug and looking into hug emerald green eyes. You were going to miss those eyes so much.
Smiling at each other one last time, you let go of Arthur's hand and walked off into the airport.
Boarding the plane two hours later, you took one last look outside the window. It was raining, 'typical England' You laughed to yourself as the plane took off, and you headed home.