You sighed as you slide your back down on the couch and lazily placed both your feet on the coffee table, only to move Arthur's cup just slightly. The sudden 'clink' of his teacup startled him to look at you, newpaper in hand with a frown on his face.
You turned your head towards him and smirked with an eyebrow raised. "What?" You said innocently and bat your eyelashes at him. He muttered something under his breath and went back to his newspaper. "Artie, i'm bored. Do something." You flailed your arms at him, one of your hands slowly sliding down his arm, and the other hand hanging by his ear.
He shook his head to move your hand away from his ear, "Go read a book or something, i'm busy." He sighed and straightened out his newspaper and never removed his eyes off the paper.
"Arthur Fucking Kirkland, you know damn well that I don't fucking read. DO YOU NOT KNOW WHO I AM? I AM THE GREAT _________ __________!" You stuck your tongue out at the brit, who simply raised an eyebrow towards you. "Then go use the computer." He leaned down slightly to grab his teacup, and lifted it up to his lips and took a simply sip at it. You watched him carefully sip his tea, he noticed you staring, and his emerald eyes met your own, his face turned into a nervous facial expression. "W-Why are you looking at me like that..?" Arthur muttered slowly as he was about to put his teacup down.
You stayed quiet and your emotionless face turned into a smirk, you threw yourself at the brit and wrapped your arms around his neck, only to spill his teacup on his chest, as well as yours. "BLOODY HELL,_______. GET OFF OF ME!" He yelped as the hot tea came in contact with his skin through the cloth of the suit. You got off of him and put on a fake saddened expression.
He began wiping his suit with some napkins on the coffee table, and his gaze was slowly fixed on you. You kept that saddened and ashamed expression on your face. His eyes widened, he's never seen you like that since you were usually a tomboy and nothing as simply as this would put you down.
"Uhh.. _-_____..?" He blinked at you, his eyes softened at you. You looked down, and stayed in that pose for a bit, 'I can't believe he's actually falling for this.' You thought evilly as you kept your saddened expression, along with the sad pose. "______, love, i'm sorry I yelled at you, you know I didn't mean it.." He sighed and brought to his now dried chest, the scent of his tea was emitting from his suit. You began sniffing, and wrapped your arms around him, letting him hold you. "I'm sorry, love. Let it all out if you need to.." He muttered into your hair, rubbing slow circles on your back. "W-Why did y-you yell at me.." You whimpered out innocently, 'oh my god, this is gold..' you thought mischievously.
"It was simply an accident, you know that love, I get angry all the time. It's normal, you can yell at me too if you want to.." He hummed in your hair and closed his eyes, it truly did feel nice having you close to him.
"I-I have a question.." You said suddenly.
He opened his eyes and looked down at you, "And what may that be?" He gave you a small smile.
"Remember when you said I was too boyish and aggressive, and not cute enough..?" You bat your eyelashes at the brit who had a questioning look on his face.
"Am I mother fucking cute yet, bitch?!" You jumped up from his grasp and pinned him down on the couch with a wide smirk on your face. "BLOODY HELL! YOU HAD ME WORRIED THERE! GOD DAMNIT, ________." He softly attempted to push you off, but no use, he then did it roughly, it didn't work.
"That doesn't answer my question."
"Yes. You're god damn cute."