It Will Rain [EnglandxReader]

It Will Rain
Request: EnglandxReader
Written for: Sebastian's Servant Felicia
Warnings: England's head over heels for the reader. And he's a tiny bit depressed. You've been warned.
It's R-12

If you ever leave me baby,
Leave some morphine at my door
'Cause it would take a whole lot of medication
To realize what we used to have,
We don't have it anymore.


Arthur had loved you ever since kindergarten; but he only told you that he loved you approximately two years ago. You only realized that you also loved him back roughly one and a half year ago, after your first kiss that he gave you when the two of you took part in your school's play, a modern interpretation of Romeo&Juliet. Obviously enough, you had been Julia and he had been Romeo; you still remember perfectly well how nervous and anxious you had been during the whole play. Only half a year before said play, you basically dumped your best friend and friend zoned him. The two of you hadn't been able to overcome the 'incident' before and that he was Romeo – One can only imagine the awkwardness. But, against your exceptions, it went very well, and the kiss was just wonderful. It was basically love on the first kiss. You had been together since that faithful day.


There's no religion that could save me
No matter how long my knees are on the floor
So keep in mind all the sacrifices I'm makin'
Will keep you by my side
Will keep you from walkin' out the door.



Still Arthur had problems with letting himself completely falling in love with you. There were certain things he didn't felt ready for yet, i.e. French kissing, going out and kissing each other in public or even stating loudly and in front of others that he loved you. You knew it was your fault since you dumped him the first time he opened himself to you and told you how he loved you; nowadays, he was always anxious because he thought you would dump him again any second. But the one thing he couldn't see was that you, in fact, couldn't live without him. Sure, it took you a whole lot to realize, but now you knew for sure.



Cause there'll be no sunlight
If I lose you, baby
There'll be no clear skies
If I lose you, baby
Just like the clouds
My eyes will do the same, if you walk away
Everyday it will rain, rain, rain...



Arthur already had trust issues before you dumped him; now that you were together, he still had certain problems with trusting you. He would always compare you with his former best friend Alfred (which you found unfair since to you, it was a difference whether you were friends with someone or whether you loved someone.) and you knew for sure, that Arthur had cried hard after you rejected him (Alfred told you so, because he thought you would find this funny.) You could only imagine how bad he must felt after it, because, well, he cried. And Arthur dented to be an ice block before. He wasn't one to easily cry. But being left by a person you deeply care for? You could see how much it must have hurt.



Don't just say, goodbye
Don't just say, goodbye
I'll pick up these broken pieces 'til I'm bleeding
If that'll make it right



You were still determined to gain his trust back, and if it would take you another decade of knowing him! You were just as head over heels for him as he was for you. And as long as you loved each other, you wouldn't give up. This was about Arthur. Not just any nameless idiot. For Arthur, you would do anything. If that meant gaining his trust back slowly, and repairing what you destroyed, you would do it. You would pick every piece of his broken heart  up and glue it together again.  These broken pieces of his heart shall make you bleed and cry because they will make you realize where you went wrong and what you did to him. Still, you would pick them all up with a smile; Arthur was worse it.



Cause there'll be no sunlight
If I lose you, baby
There'll be no clear skies
If I lose you, baby
Just like the clouds
My eyes will do the same if you walk away
Everyday it will rain, rain, rain...



There was nothing you wouldn't do for him; you would make sure make him trust you again, as much as he already loved you. You would one day move together with the moody Briton. You would one day marry him, you were sure of that. And, one day, you would have children with said Brit. You would always support him. Always. Because you just loved him. More than you loved yourself. It may be that it took you long to realize; maybe even a bit too long, indeed. The love you shared with him was difficult. But then again; when had love been ever easy?