2Forgot My Birthday? - EnglandxReader
.:England:.
"I feel like I'm forgetting something, poppet..." England murmured from the crook of your neck as he hugged the blushing you from behind. He sighed, tickling the nerves on your skin and you blushed even more.
"How could I even begin to remember anything when you keep on distracting me, hm, England?" you murmured back to him, pouting cutely at his reflection. Currently, you were trying to prepare yourself for the day in the bathroom, but England wouldn't even leave you alone for a second.
"Well, can you just try to remember for me, love?" he nudged you, caressing your backside before letting you go. You watched from the reflection of the bathroom mirror as he made his way over to a calendar hanging in the room, hopping over the Unicorn lying on the tiled floor in the process.
You hummed as you brushed your teeth. England hummed back, contemplating the dates, before calling out to you again, "Love, today is the 23rd of April, is it not?"
Gurgling your mouth with warm water, you spat into the basin before replying, "Yes dear, it's the 23rd..." Squirting some lotion onto your hand, you ignored your boyfriend as he sighed and shook his head in an affectionate way at you.
"Silly {Name}..." England said, before walking out of the bathroom. You heard him stride down the staircase, before you got distracted by the fairy trying to put a flower in your hand. You giggled, accepting the gift.
Twirling the flower in your two dominant fingers, you clucked your tongue in contemplation. What were you forgetting today? It couldn't have been important if you couldn't remember it, but since England was that 'subtle' in his hinting, it didn't all add up to you.
And then, after you waved a 'good morning' to Captain Hook, who was sitting comfortably in the lounge room, you strolled into the kitchen before you squeaked. Your eyes widened as you took in the room and your brain slowly processed what was happening.
Butter in room temperature, set daintily on a platter. White candles on the elegant ornaments. Neatly pressed handkerchiefs, lying by the best cutlery and plates you and England owned. Pristine table cloth. Flowers in a vase. And most surprising of all, burned scones in the middle of it all.
Oh. My. Goodness.
It's the 23rd of April...
Wasn't today...
England's...birthday...?
"EEK!" You let out a surprised squeak when you heard the sound of a throat clearing behind you.
England comes in, smiling suavely. You blush deeply as you notice that he has changed into his pirate attire without you noticing, "I though that we could celebrate my birthday with some breakfast from me, poppet." He strides over to you calmly, his lips twisting upwards into a smirk. You slowly back away as his arms came around to capture you.
Blushing, you stuttered, "E-England, I'm s-so sorry! I-I...forgot...?"
His eyes, lime-green and devilishly glinting at you, narrowed, "Hm, did you forgot my birthday, love? This calls for some," his voice lowers into a smooth purr as his lips neared your trembling, anticipating lips, "punishment...~"
Abruptly, England grabs and heaves you up onto the kitchen bench, standing in between you legs and pushing a forceful but sweet kiss onto your lips. Leaning his forehead against you, he smiled, sexily whispering against your lips, "I wonder if this will help you remember my birthday next time, my love..."
You bit your lip, flustered by the intensiveness of his gaze, before replying quietly, "And what if I forget again, England...?"
With that, England gave a sexy, uncommon smirk, "Oh, you won't be forgetting this anytime soon, poppet."
.:England:.
:THE END:.
