England x Reader- Long Gone But Always Here

    "Good morning, Mr. Kirkland!" The blond man looked up at the cheerful (h/c) who seemed to always put a smile on his face. He returned the smile as he closed the door to the bakery. He noticed her leaning over the counter with a hint of excitement in her eyes. Arthur chuckled knowing exactly what she wanted.
    "___? Are you waiting for another story?"
    "Of course! You tell the best stories! As if you were there!" ___ beamed, she truly loved his stories of adventure, even if they weren't true. But she never knew how real they were. Arthur leaned over the counter, still lips curled up.
    "Alright, love, but as long as I have some of that pleasant, fresh bread of yours." With a blush the girl nodded and took some bread out that was set to cool just moments ago. As she began to cut the bread and spread jam on them Arthur began to tell his tales. He loved when she would lean forward during intense moments or when her eyes were filled with wonder and amusement.
    "...But of course the American thought it was a good idea to kick a Buffalo." ___ giggled as the British man finished his story on how the American, Alfred, wanted to show how  brave he was to a tribe of Indians. Arthur chuckled then stood up. Handing ___ the money he owed. "I believe I should be off, Milady."
    "Please come back any time, Mr. Kirkland!" After saying a farewell Arthur walked out onto the morning air. Someone cleared their throat.
    "And how long have you been there, Frog?" Arthur gave an annoyed look to the Frenchman. The Frenchman, Francis, kept his eyes looking in the distance.
    "...you know you shouldn't do that." Francis stood up from leaning on the wall. "___ is a human, she isn't a country," Arthur avoided eye contact, "I know you love her but she will one day grow into an old woma-"
    "So?! Even if she does get old I'll still love her!" Arthur felt rage flow through him.
    "I know," Francis put a hand on his friend's(?) shoulder, "but one day her eyes will close and never open again." Arthur knew he was right for once, his rage was replaced by sorrow. "Come on." Francis said gently shaking the Brit, "time to work."

--(2 weeks later)--

    ___ sat down as everyone was dancing and drinking. It was the festival ___ was hoping Arthur would take her to but sadly, she hasn't seen him. With a sigh she buried her face in her hands. Did he not care for her? What did she do wrong? There was a tap on her shoulder.
    "Excuse me, love, may I have this dance?" ___'s eyes met with emerald green orbs. A hand gently took hers and lead her to the dance area. "Sorry to keep you waiting love." They moved to the music, his arm around her waist as if keeping her close for protection. "Did you miss me, love?" she gave a nod and a single tear slid down her cheeks. Taking notice Arthur gently grabbed her chin tilting it to let her eyes meet his. "...did you miss me that much love?" He asked softly as he wiped her tears away. ___ nodded. Before she could cover her face from embarrassment he leaned over and kissed her. "Good." The rest of the night they danced and stared into each others eyes.

--(very long time skip)--

    A British man slowly danced alone, arms in front as if he was dancing with someone, softly humming a tune that never left his memory. By the door Alfred watched, confused on Arthurs actions. Alfred jumped as a hand touched his shoulder. He looked to see Francis with a sad yet sympathetic look on his face. "Let's leave him alone," The Frenchman said, leading the American away.
    After a few moments of humming and dancing the Brit stopped and walked to his dresser. He pulled out an ancient picture of him and his precious ___ who has been sleeping since many many years ago. Sitting on his bed he stared at the picture. Tears began to stream down his face. He wished he could go with her. Where ever she went after she closed her eyes....