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Hetaloid!England x Reader - Part (2/?)

Morning came quicker than you had liked it, but you couldn't deny you had gotten a good nights sleep. You groaned and stretched your stiff muscles before slipping out of bed. You gave out a big, long yawn as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. You sat there for a moment as your brain woke up and memories from the previous night came seeping forth. Had you really Arthur last night, or was it just a too good to be true dream?

As if to answer your unheard question, a soft knock came from your bedroom door. You jumped slightly, not expecting the sudden noise, but quickly regained yourself.

"Come in."

The door slowly opened to reveal Arthur. He had the clothes you gave him last night on and he still had a bed head. He seemed to have just woken up himself in all honesty. You looked at your alarm clock on your nightstand to see it was already 9:00am. That was later than you usually slept, but sleeping in every once in awhile didn't hurt.

"Good morning, Arthur. Did you sleep well?"

"Y-Yes, love. I was just making sure you were awake, not that it really matters but I just thought..." he began rambling.

'He wanted to be sure I didn't leave him,' you concluded.

"You just wanted to make sure I was up, right?" you asked, getting up out of the bed.

"N-N-No, I just - "

"I'm just teasing you Arthur. Now why don't I go make us some breakfast?"

"W-Whatever. That sounds like a good idea, but why don't I cook since you burned yourself previously?"

You looked at your burnt finger and flinched slightly. It had blistered over, which was a good sign, but it didn't look too good. However, you knew from Hetalia that England's cooking wasn't something to try, but to be nice you decided to let him cook; just this once.

"Alright, that sounds like a better idea," you said with a smile.

He smiled and quickly headed to kitchen like an overly excited child, obviously happy that you had allowed him to cook. You giggled and shook your head at his childish behavior, but soon followed suit. You went into the restroom to do your morning routine while Arthur cooked in the kitchen. When you got out you had towel dried your hair and gotten into your day clothes. A sweet aroma lingering in the air as you smelled food. It drew you to the dining room and you saw the table filled with food.

Sausage, eggs, hash browns, and orange juice for two sat neatly arranged on the table. The aroma was so amazing you had to stop yourself from drooling.

'How in the world did he do this?'

You jaw was still hanging open when Arthur walked into the room. He smirked slightly, but it quickly dropped as he turned tsundere.

"Gawking isn't very lady like, (Name)."

You snapped your jaw closed and you went to the table, still eyeing the food. Like the gentleman he was, Arthur pulled the chair out for you. You blushed slightly but gave a small thanks.

"Um, I know this might sound rude, but I thought you weren't able to cook," you stated softly, trying to keep an innocent voice as to not offend him.

It did.

"My cooking is perfectly fine! Those other gits have no idea what they are talking about," he yelled.

You held up your hands, hoping it would let him know you didn't mean it that way.

'Maybe the company programmed him to be able to cook,' you thought, since it made sense to not sell a hetaloid that couldn't cook. People would be going to the hospital by the dozens.

You lowered your head and slowly began eating your meal. It was delicious! You wanted to tell him that, but he was currently muttering and looked upset. You sighed, first day getting to know each other had started out badly. You both finished your meals in silence. You got up to take your plate to the kitchen until a hand snatched it from your grasp.

"I-I can do the dishes Arthur."

"This is what I'm supposed to do, or at least programmed to do. To help my master around the house and what not," he grumbled.

'You don't look like you want to do it, and why does he keep calling me master?'

"Arthur, I told you before I'm not your master, so stop acting like I am, please. You're a guest in my home not a servant. And also, you were made to be as human as possible weren't you? So why shouldn't I treat you like one, or do you want me to treat you like an object?" anger dripping from your voice.

He seemed to be taken back by your words since he stopped working for a second before going right back to it. Although, he did move over so slightly, silently letting you know you could help. Smiling, you went to his side and helped to dry the dishes. What you missed again was the small smile he let slip.

Once you were both done you told Arthur to take a shower and clean himself up. Once he was gone, you looked through the papers to see if any stores were having sales. Luckily, (store name) was having a good sale, so you decided to take him there to get some more clothes for him to wear and this way he could choose what he wanted. The guestroom door opened about 10 minutes later revealing a dressed Arthur. He looked better after the shower, but still wore those same clothes.

"*Sigh* I'm sorry I don't have any extra clothes at the moment for you to wear. Do you feel up to going clothes shopping?" you asked nicely.

"Sure, that would be great. I can't very well keep wearing these now can I?"

You rolled your eyes and grabbed your keys.

"Come on then, let's go."

----------------------Time skip to shopping------------------------

You and Arthur spent most of the day shopping for some clothes. He picked out a few pairs of shirts, jeans, and other necessities to get him by for now till you got your next paycheck. You had both also taken this time to get to know each other better; telling stories and you telling him how you grew up.

Although, what you couldn't avoid was the crowds. Many people saw Arthur and knew immediately who he was. They swarmed around him to get a better look, which he did not like at all. Some people even asked him why he was with someone like you. Your neighborhood didn't have many people who could afford them, so seeing one here was a shocker. However, those words hurt and tore at your heart, and made you question why he wanted to stay with you in the first place.

Those thoughts were cut short after you were separated from Arthur. A group of girls had pulled you to the side away from him as he was continually bombarded with questions.

"How did someone like you end up with a Hetaloid anyway?" one of them asked in a harsh tone.

"Yeah, I mean you're not rich, and you are obviously not pretty. I bet if we asked him if he wanted a new master he would want to come with us without a second thought and leave you here alone," another teased.

You glared at them, but it only seemed to make them even more upset.

"Don't you dare glare at me you dirty little nobody," she hissed, raising her hand to strike you.

You shut your eyes and awaited the impact that never came. You cracked an eye open to see Arthur standing in front of you holding the girl's wrist.

"Don't you dare lay a finger on her," he growled at them, making them step back.

"Tsk, whatever. I don't know why you chose some lowlife like her," was all the girl said before stalking away with her group of friends.

You stayed silent and brushed yourself off. Arthur then turned to you with concerned eyes. He was afraid you were hurt on his account.

"Are you alright, love?" touching a hand to your cheek.

"I-I'm fine Arthur. Since we're done here let's head back home," blushing as you began to make your way out of the store.

No more words were spoken on the way back home, but Arthur continued to glance at you every so often. He was worried, though he didn't let it show much. Why had those girls treated you like that? Was it because he was a Hetaloid?

"They're jealous."

"What?" startled by your sudden statement.

"They're jealous because I have something they don't. Sometimes people with money think highly of themselves, and when they see someone who makes less then them with something fancy or expensive they can't take it. Not all of them do, so don't get me wrong. I'm not against them, but some like having everything."

"That's no reason to attack someone though. They need to be taught a lesson."

"I agree, but I'm in no position to teach them that lesson. They will learn it themselves one day, I hope. Also, I want to say thank you."

Arthur looked at you like he had never heard those words before. In truth, he never had. His master's always expected him to know how to do things and since he was an object, he didn't need praise or a thank you for doing anything. He blushed slightly and looked away, looking at anything except you.

"I was only doing what a normal gentleman would do. Nothing more."

You giggled, but let it go. You knew what he meant to say was 'your welcome,' but you weren't going to make him say it. You did hope that one day he would open up more to you and that he would trust you a bit more.

Once you got back home, you helped Arthur put away his new clothes and put on a kettle for tea. He had insisted on getting Earl Grey tea and wouldn't let you leave without it. You had finally given in, but told him you would cook tonight. He tried to get you to change your mind, but after several failed attempts he finally gave up.

You were now in the kitchen cooking (favorite food) while Arthur sipped on his tea in the living room. He was reading the newspaper, and judging by how intently he was looking at it, it must have been important or interesting. He was wearing one of the new outfits you had bought or him. A plain green shirt with some blue jeans. He looked just like a normal person - except for the eyebrows - and acted exactly like any normal person.
'He looks so...so perfect. Ugh, (Name) what are you thinking? He's an android made to look, act, and feel just like a normal human. He couldn't feel things kinds of feelings though, could he? No, that's impossible.'

You shook your head and focused your attention back to the food, making sure none of it burned and that it tasted the way it should. You then got into the cabinets and grabbed two plates for the two of you.

"Arthur, the food's ready!" you called to him.

"Alright, one second, love," he called back.

You went over to sit at the table, placing your napkin in your lap and waiting for Arthur to come. He came in about a minute later, a small smile on his face. You cocked an eyebrow at his happy demeanor, curious as to what made him so happy.

"I take it something in the paper made you happy?" you asked before taking a bite of your food.

"Yes, actually. My previous owners seemed to have given up looking for me, which is good cause I do not wish to go back."

"May I ask what happened that made you run away? I know I asked before and you didn't want to talk about it, but I'm just curious."

"..."

He stayed silent again, playing with his food slightly before taking a bite. You inwardly groaned and mentally hit yourself.

'Way to go (Name), ruin the good mood why don't ya.'

"Never mind Arthur, I shouldn't have asked."

"No, I believe I owe you an explanation after all you have done for me. I'm only telling you because it's fair. I ran away because all I was to them was a status symbol."

"A status symbol?"

"Yes, I was basically told to stand at the door to greet people like a statue. I wasn't allowed much freedom, and they treated me like an object. I stood at that stupid doorway for days, weeks, months even! I was to just stand there and look pretty. One day I finally had enough and took my chance to escape when the family went to bed. I was running for about 5 days before you found me."

"How did you manage to that? I mean don't Hetaloids run on power or something?" you asked curiously.

"I'm one of the newer models that run on both electricity and on solar energy. As long as the sun is out I can keep going. But the past two days were nothing but rain, so I didn't have much energy left when you found me. When our energy gets low enough we begin to feel 'tired' and slow."

"I see...,"

He went silent, but you could faintly see the tears brimming his eyes. The pain in your chest was so sharp. How could someone treat a living being like an object? Hetaloids lived, breathed, and felt just like everyone else. Arthur's head lowered slightly as if to hide the tears that threatened to come down. You then hesitantly reached over and held his empty hand. You didn't need words to convey how you felt, and that small action was enough to get through to him. He squeezed your hand and held it for the remainder of the meal.

Once you both finished you slid your hand from his grip and grabbed his finished plate as well. You made your way into the kitchen with Arthur's eyes following you with a longing look in them. He glanced down at the hand that held yours, the warmth still lingering. He hadn't wanted to let go of your hand. It was so warm and comforting. Something he had never felt before since being activated. It was from that action he silently chose to continue to stay with you.

When you were done, you headed to the living room and picked up the newspaper to throw it away, but you stopped when something caught your eye. There was going to be a Christmas festival on Christmas Eve. You looked at the calendar and noticed that Christmas Eve was only a week away.

'I only have a week to find him a gift,' you thought, but then smiled, 'But I can at least take him to the festival. Hopefully he likes those kind of things.'

"Are you alright, love?"

"Ack! Arthur I thought I asked you not to sneak up on me like that!" you gasped, holding your chest over your heart.

"My apologies, but to be fair I did call your name a few times before."

"Oh, well then that's my fault."

"What were you looking at?"

"Oh nothing, just something that caught my eye. Nothing important."

He raised an eyebrow at you, not convinced that is was nothing. You quickly moved away from him and towards your room before turning back to look at him.

"Goodnight, Arthur," giving him a warm smile and closed the door.

"G-Goodnight," he muttered.

After you closed the door, Arthur went to the trash bin to find the paper you had looked at. When he found it he turned to the page you had looked at.

Christmas Festival at (address) on Christmas Eve!

A smile formed on his mouth, but quickly turned into a frown. He had no money to get you a gift. He wanted to repay you for everything you've done for him.

'But what can I do?' he thought.

He went back to the couch and began to ponder, not noticing you peeking out through your door.

'Oh Arthur, you are so predictable. You really don't need to give me anything,' you sighed.

You closed the door and headed to bed. You kept the blinds of the window open so you could look at the stars as you fell asleep. Your eye caught one that was glowing brighter than all the others. You closed your eyes and made a silent wish, wishing with all your heart it would come true.

I want to make Arthur happy

To be continued~