Cloud Syndrome (England X Reader) One-shot

Frost glistened on the windowpane from the cold night air. The somewhat standoffish country sat alone in a booth, taking another sip of the golden colored liquid in his mug.

“Bloody stupid girl…” Arthur muttered under his breath and leaned back into the leather of the booth set away from the dance floor. The Brit had invited his closest friend (Y/n) to the club to hang out before she had run off to who knows where not two minutes later. Arthur had looked for the (h/c) girl in the crowd shortly before giving up and getting a drink.

Suddenly a shadow fell over the table, causing Arthur to glance up halfheartedly. Ludwig scowled down at him, one hand gripping onto the rather unstable girl beside him.

“I believe zis is yours.” The German said in annoyance. Arthur stared for a moment before nodding, “Yes, of course.” He muttered. Ludwig sighed, let go of the girl, and walked off back into the crowd of people, most likely hunting down Gilbert and his trouble making friends.

“(Y/n) where did you- Ouf!” Arthur breathed as (y/n) sat down right on his lap. “Hi… how are you?” She asked, leaning on him. Arthur blushed slightly and glanced awkwardly at the girl’s face. “Are you alright, love?” He asked.

(Y/n) grinned, eyes half lidded. “Oh I’m perfect! I had, like, a zillion of those little glass thingies with caramel colored stuff in them. They were so cute!” She giggled, breath reeking of alcohol. Arthur tried standing up, shifting the girl slightly.

“(Y/n), love, you’re drunk.” He said, staring directly into her (e/c) orbs. She tilted her head to the side, “No, I’m (Y/n)! You should know that Iggy!” She said, planted a kiss on his cheek, and started to leave the booth. Arthur’s face turned a darker shade of red before he stood up and grabbed her wrist. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.” He sighed. Dragging the giggling girl to the door, a small smile crept onto his face.

“You are never drinking again.”

“…But I like being a cloud!”