*****“Arthur.” You felt like fainting. You got to go on a date with England! He could be a little strange at times, but he also had pretty eyes and an amazing accent.
“Arthur, get out here. Your lady is waiting for you!” Alfred shouted into the microphone. Alfred winked at you and you couldn’t help giggling.
“Bloody American.” Arthur mumbled as he led you out of the room. You patted his arm reassuringly as you laughed.
“So, what did you have planned for our date?” You asked as the two of you reached the parking lot.
“Well, I’m staying close by so I thought we could walk to my place. I could make tea and scones for us once we get there.” He sounded happy as the two of you walked. It seemed you would be passing through the shopping district on the way to his apartment.
“Sure, that sounds like...” You were about to agree to his plan, but then you remembered. Arthur couldn’t cook at all! You would probably get sick if you tried to eat his food. Throwing up on the first date did not sound appealing at all. Looking at a nearby shop, you decided that you would have to act fast.
“Um, Arthur, can we go to the bookstore instead? I’m not really that hungry and I don’t have anymore good books at my house.” You tried to sound casual about this, but you were sure he was suspicious.
“I have books you can borrow at my apartment if you want.” Oh great.
“But. But. I really wanted a new book that just came out. I don’t think you have it yet.”
“What’s it called?”
“Um, I don’t really remember. I just know it is a brand new book about...”
“About what?” He was very suspicious now.
“Um, fairies?” This seemed to work. Luckily you knew how much Arthur loved magical stories. His eyes lit up and he took your hand. He immediately started pulling you towards the store.
“Welcome, can I help you with anything?” An older woman was seated behind the cash register of the store.
“Actually...” You quickly covered Arthur’s mouth with your hands.
“Nope, we should be fine! Thank you.” You quickly pulled Arthur towards the fantasy section of the store.
“What was that all about? She might have known where the book is.”
“I remembered the title.” You lied and tried to look around the shelf.
“Really? Okay, which one is it?”
“Um, this one.” You tried reaching for a brightly colored book, but it was just out of your reach. Just as you were about to turn to try and find something to stand on, Arthur stood behind you. He reached over you and grabbed the book. Blushing at his closeness you waited until he backed up.
“This one?” On the cover of the book was a dragon and a princess. No fairies. At all.
“Um, maybe that girl is a fairy?” Arthur looked at you and raised one of his eyebrows.
“What’s going on? Is there something you need to tell me (Name)?” You couldn’t tell him that his food was the worst thing on the planet; but what could you do? If you left the store and went to his place, he was definitely going to try to cook something.
“I’m sorry Arthur, but I don’t drink tea. I just didn’t want to offend you. So, I thought we could just spend time here so you wouldn’t find out.” Please let this lie work. Please. Please.
“Oh, okay. How about we go to that cafe across the street then? You can order a coffee or hot chocolate.” It worked. The lie had actually worked. Now you felt terrible because he was being sweet and you had lied to him.
“Thank you for understanding.” You kissed him on the cheek and his face turned bright red.
“Your welcome. I bet the cafe’s scones won’t taste nearly as good as mine though.” He bragged as the two of you left the bookstore. This was never going to end.
“Yeah, um, Arthur?”
“If we are going to go on more dates after this, we have to discuss something.”
“What?” He looked confused to say the least. You really liked him, but you couldn’t keep lying to him to make him feel better.
“You can’t cook.”
“What?! What are you talking about? My cooking is fantastic...” He continued to rant about his culinary skills until you decided enough was enough. Grabbing his face, you pulled him into a long kiss. He was still at first, but then he started to kiss you back.
“I cook, agreed?” You ask and he pouts cutely. Just as he looks like he is about to protest, you kiss him again. Smiling at him when he pulls away, all he can do is smirk.