Tea for Two [2p!EnglandxReaderxEngland] CH3

--Back at the apartment--

Arthur paced back and forth in front of the couch, hands practically ripping his hair out as he silently panicked. He remembered. He completely remembered every stupid little thing he had done while drunk the morning after [Name] had left the apartment. And as if doing... things with Francis' sister wasn't enough, he had checked his voicemail. You know, the voicemail where [Name] said she would be coming back home an hour after Francis' sister had arrived. And judging by the gift left on the floor outside, Arthur knew he had been caught.

This brings us to his current situation- pacing back and forth in the apartment's small living room in hopes to calm down. A familiar whistle reached Arthur's ears, and he hurried into the kitchen to make his tea. He pulled out a bag of Earl Grey and poured in the boiling water, impatiently grabbing the cup and heading back into the living room. He placed the antique cup on a corner-table and grabbed his mobile, intending on calling Amelia to ask how [Name] was and if she would be willing to talk to him. Of course, he wasn't quite sure himself if he could speak to her, even if it was over the phone. But the guilt he was feeling was pushing him over the edge, and he couldn't stand the feeling anymore. He quickly dialed Amelia's number, which he knew by heart. The phone rung only twice until he heard the loud, obnoxious voice that was his step-sister. She sounded excited and impatient, much to Arthur's confusion.

"Dude! I've totally been waiting for your call all day! Well maybe not all day, me and Tony-"

"Tony and I" Arthur sternly corrected.

"Whatever, Artie. It's like the same thing."

"It's nowhere near the-"

"Ugh, I didn't call so you could yell at me."

"I called you!" Arthur could feel his headache returning. He took a sip of his tea, trying to calm down.

"Huh? ...Oh yeah, I guess you're right." Arthur sighed. He could hear Amelia telling some story about Matthew and Tony, but she was talking too fast for comprehension. If he didn't get right to the point, Amelia would babble on for hours.

"Is [Name] there?"

"-and then Matthew totally screamed like a- wait, what?"

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"Sorry, love, but all this arguing has really been getting to me lately. Perhaps we should try seeing different people."

"W-what?" You were barely able to whisper, a sharp pain growing in your heart. He couldn't be serious, right? Arthur glared at you, a strange blueish hint starting to glaze over his eyes.

"Hehe~"

You shot up, pressing a hand to your heart. You weren't exactly sure why, but that dream had absolutely horrified you. A throbbing pain pushed against your head as punishment for getting up too quickly, and you laid back down. Looking up, you realized you were in the same bright pink room you had been in when you first arrived here, laying in the same bright pink bed. You had only just noticed how painfully bright the pink was to stare at, though that could have just been your headache. You noticed that the door was cracked open ever so slightly, meaning that Arthur must have wanted you to leave on your own this time. Taking no time at all, you got out of bed and walked out the door. Thankfully you had payed attention when Arthur directed you earlier (was it earlier? You had absolutely no idea what time it was.), and had no trouble running into Arthur.

"There you are, poppet! I was just going to go wake you up~" He smiled widely, something you had noticed he did very often. If he hadn't kidnapped you, you would have assumed him to be a bright and cheery person that wouldn't hurt a fly. However, you knew this not to be true, as he was a psychotic lunatic that had an iron grip and a thing for the color pink.

"Did you need me for something?" You asked curiously, hoping he would answer with a quick no and leave you alone. Of course, you knew that that wouldn't be happening, but it doesn't hurt to hope.

"Actually, I did! You're a very smart woman, you are! Hehe~" Again with that blasted giggle. It was certainly cute and seemed to be honest, but you couldn't help but notice the dark aura it gave off. He motioned for you to stay put, which you gladly did. He returned moments later, holding a beautiful pink rose out to you.

"I was drinking tea in my garden when I saw the most wonderful rose! I thought it was almost as beautiful as you, so I wanted to give it to you!"

You couldn't help but blush at the compliment and accept the rose with a quick "Thank you." You figured your cheeks were probably as pink as the rose and turned you head to the side.

"Anything for you, love~ Now come with me; it's tea time!" He held tightly onto your wrist and carried you off to but another room with a wonderfully gorgeous table and tea set. There were only two chairs set up this time, and they were right next to each other. He led you to your seat, sat you down, and pushed in your chair. He sat next to you and smiled as he so often did. Your cups already had tea in them, and just like last time there were numerous types of pastries and baked goods set all around the table. You decided that you would try a cupcake this time, and grabbed a fresh pink one. You nervously took a bite, hoping it wasn't drugged, and looked over to Arthur with surprise.

"These are really good." You hadn't expected the cupcake to taste this lovely. Perhaps it's because you were so used to your boyfriend's cooking that anything bare of burns tasted great. Or maybe it was because you were hoping it would be Arthur's cooking. Not the Arthur who sat next to you, but your Arthur; the one you knew and loved. You were still waiting for him to come rescue you, to save you from this madman before he snaps and kills you. But the dream you had earlier etched fear into your heart- what if Arthur had no intention of looking for you? What if he didn't mind if you never came back...

Your eyes widened as you noticed a hand reaching towards you. It carefully and delicately wiped the tears from your face, the tears you weren't even aware of in your depressing state of thought. Your kidnapper stood from his chair, hugging you warmly.

"Don't cry, love. You could have just told me my cupcakes were this bad." You couldn't tell if he was serious or joking, but you laughed anyway.

"No, your cupcakes were lovely! I was just thinking about other things..." You smiled sadly, not wanting Arthur to press any further.

"Well now this just won't do!" He pouted, sitting back down and crossing his arms. "How about you tell me about yourself? I'm sure it'll make you feel better." He seemed to get uncomfortably serious as he stared into your (e/c) orbs. You didn't want to tell him anything about you or your personal life, so you spit out the best excuse you could think of on such short notice.

"I'd rather you tell me about yourself."

Arthur giggled, grabbing a cupcake and showing it off to you.

"First things first, love, I'm quite fond of baking! I especially love to make cupcakes, and I have the most wonderful little secret ingredient~"

"And what would that be?" You were honestly curious this time. His cupcake was the best you had ever tasted, and mentally writing down a few pointers for your boyfriend couldn't hurt.

"If I told you, it wouldn't be much of a secret, now would it? However, I will give you a hint, love, because you asked so nicely. I get this ingredient from all of the wonderful friends I play with~" He smiled very darkly, sending shivers up your spine and causing you to be silent. You mentally noted not to eat any more of his cupcakes, no matter how good they tasted, until you confirmed you hunch about what the secret ingredient was. Arthur took your silence as a motion to keep going, and did just so.

"I also love tea time! It's such a wonderful time of the day, and I only miss it when I'm too busy playing with friends! When I'm not baking, playing with friends, or drinking tea, I work on my darling little rose garden." No wonder Arthur was great at baking and had a beautiful garden! He hardly had any hobbies other than the two! You looked over at him smiling to himself. He took a break from talking to drink some tea, and you couldn't help but notice a round red stain on the side of his vest. It was rather dark, and the only thing you could think of it to be was blood. Looking up, you realized Arthur had followed your stare and wasn't very happy looking. However, he still managed to bring a smile to his face, and got out of his seat to approach you once more.

"The last thing I have to tell you about myself is-" He said, moving his face rather close to yours and flashing you his teeth.

"I love you very much, and always have. You are my everything, ___~" He closed the gap between the two of you, pushing against your lips in such a wonderful way that you almost closed your eyes and kissed him back. Almost. He held the back of your head ever so gently, never once opening his eyes until the kiss ended.

It was a quick and innocent gesture that left you blushing and, to your dismay, wanting more. However, you mentally told yourself that it was because this man looked like your Arthur and not because you were growing feelings for him. His face was lightly dusted in pink, you noticed, as he pushed his forehead against yours and looked directly into your eyes. Only now had it occurred to you that he said he had always loved you. Was this just another comment caused by his insanity, or was it sincere? You decided to ask, but when you looked at Arthur's face from this small distance you noticed that he had some type of makeup on. You brought you hand up to his face and brushed against it lightly, revealing many small, light freckles hidden under the strange powder. Before you could say anything, the back of Arthur's hand smacked against your face very sternly, causing you to stumble out of your chair and hit the ground. You looked up and noticed he was now holding a medium sized knife in his right hand. Through your panic, you could just barely hear his dark, hollow words that struck a great amount of fear into your heart.

"You shouldn't have done that, love."