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Arthur KirklandxReader ~Coffee Shop

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You never thought that this day, an ordinary fall day, could turn into a day that would change your life. You had gotten out of bed, did your normal morning routine in your tiny apartment, then you went to school and work like any other day. Work was busy, as usual, since it was a small café on the campus you also attended.

You got off of work and got ready to go to your night class, which was Geology. You internally groaned. You hated rocks, but you needed the science credit. You glanced at your phone while you wrapped your scarf around your neck, noticing the little message icon at the top. You opened it up and saw that it was your best friend.

“Class is canceled tonight?” you mumbled out loud. No class? No rocks tonight?! You couldn’t stop the wide grin from coming to your lips. You decided to get a coffee and just relax with your favorite book to celebrate. You hitched your book bag higher and headed to the counter and ordered the Pumpkin Spice coffee.

You had to stop yourself from skipping over to your favorite seat and you pulled out your book after plopping down in the large armchair.

About partway through your book, you couldn’t ignore the fact that you really had to pee anymore. You dog-eared your page in the book and quickly stood up. You walked up to the counter and asked your co-worker to watch your things and you hurried to the restroom.

You walked back out and plopped down in your seat again, blinking in surprise at a notecard sticking out from the pages of your book. You opened it up to your bookmarked page, tilting your head in curiosity at the notecard sticking up now.

You plucked it out of your book and began to read:

“I couldn’t help but notice how entranced and beautiful you looked while reading. I’m sorry if this seems strange, but I would love to talk to you sometime. My number is 555-0424.”

You stared at the notecard in surprise. You whipped your head around, looking for anyone who could have possibly left this. It was just you and your boss now. You felt a little blush rise on your cheeks. You couldn’t believe that someone actually thought that about you.

You stood up and quickly walked toward the counter. “Henry?”

Your boss glanced at you over his shoulder. “Yeah?”

“Did you see who left this?” you asked, holding up the card between two fingers.

Henry plucked from your hand and read it. He barked out a laugh. “And here I was thinking he didn’t have the chest hair to do it,” he said, scratching his bald head.

“Who?!” you insisted, feeling a little impatient.

Henry shrugged. “He comes in a lot when you’re at class. He’s an English major. Nice kid.”

He handed the card back to you. “I think you should give him a chance,” he suggested with a wink.

You felt your ears heat up. “Do you really think so?” you squeaked. This has never happened to you before. It was also the sweetest thing you have ever seen.

Henry rolled his eyes. “Would I lie to you? He’s a good kid.”

Henry did become sort of a father-figure to you since you started working for him your freshman year in college. You took a deep breath and pulled out your phone. You plugged the number in. You tried to not tremble as the phone rang.

Henry gave you a smug look before walking back into the storage room.

You let out an inaudible gasp when the phone stopped ringing. “Hello?”

Your heart skipped a beat when you heard his accent. “Uh…hi.”

“Who is this?” He sounded slightly suspicious now. “Francis if this is another one of your pranks-“

“I’m the girl from the café. You left a note in my book?” you managed to croak out. You cleared your throat. You were sure your cracking voice would scare him away now.

“Oh…OH! I’m terribly sorry and-“

“No no, it’s fine,” you interrupted, trying not to giggle. He sounded really flustered. “Anyway,” you continued, “y-you said you wanted to talk?” You felt your knees wobbling. What are you going to do when you actually talk to him?!

“R-right-er-well, do you want to meet in the café tomorrow afternoon?” he asked.

You bit your lip, thinking about it. Your heart thundered in your chest and your stomach flipped around. “Are you good for 3 o’ clock?” you finally asked.

“Yes! That would be perfect.”

You couldn’t help but grin. He sounded so happy. “O-okay,” you giggled.

“Right then, well, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said.

“Yup, I’ll be in the same chair,” you said, glancing over at the said chair.

“Goodbye.” He quickly hung up. He was probably as nervous as you were.

You let out a huge breath, feeling shaky.

You actually had a date.




You were a mess the next day. You barely got through your last class and you were walking very slowly toward the café on the other side of campus. You couldn’t do this. You barely dated in high school and the very thought of dating in college made you anxious because of your studies and work.

But you hated to admit that you had been feeling lonely lately. Seeing the couples that walked into the café only made it worse.

The café finally came into view and you took a deep breath before walking inside. You ordered another Pumpkin Spice latte and sat down in your chair. You checked your phone. It was only 2:45. Of course he wouldn’t be there just yet.

You fidgeted in your chair and wrapped your hands around the Styrofoam cup in your hands. You took a sip, enjoying the feel of the warm cup against your lips. You decided to pull out your book again. Your fingers trembled as you opened it up to where you left off yesterday.

Soon, you were lost in the book and your nervousness was almost forgotten.

You heard someone sit down in the armchair next to yours, but you didn’t pay them any mind.

“Hello.”

Your head snapped up and your eyes widened. Your heart started to flutter in your chest and your whole body felt numb.

He had bright blonde, shaggy hair and the greenest eyes you had ever seen. He was dressed in a dark red sweater and jeans. His messenger bag sat on the floor next to his chair. He ran his fingers through his bangs nervously and you noticed his large eyebrows.

You gulped down the lump in your throat, barely managing a smile. “H-hello,” you said, setting your book aside.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m sorry about the note card. I know that is a little strange and-“
“Don’t be!” you burst out, tucking some hair behind your ear, “It was very sweet.”

He let out a breathy laugh, causing your heart to flutter a little. “Well, I’m glad you thought that way. I was a wreck after I left,” he admitted.

You grinned, scooting to the edge of your seat. “I’m _____ ________,” you said, holding out your hand.

He held your hand in his, giving it a firm shake. “Arthur. Arthur Kirkland.”

His eyes locked with yours and you found yourself falling into his gaze. “Nice to meet you, Arthur,” you murmured. It was suddenly hard to breathe.

He smiled at you and your breath was officially knocked out of your chest. “It’s nice to meet you too, Luv.”

You blushed and looked away, wrapping both hands around your cup. You peeked at him, returning his smile.

You would have never thought that your childhood dream of meeting a British guy would ever come true.
HORY SHEET A READER INSERT?! HETALIA NON-THE-LESS?! IT HAS HAPPENED AGAIN BWAHAHAHAHA

Enjoy lovlies!

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Suphiria's avatar
That was by far one of the sweetest fics I have read in a long while. Very genuine emotion. :)