EnglandXReaderXIceland- Who Will You Choose? Pt. 1

EnglandXReaderXIceland
Who will you choose?



___________’s first day as a country

Grumbling to himself, Arthur Kirkland, the personification of the United Kingdom its self, attempted to push through Alfred’s rambling. The young American man was proposing his newest scheme of eliminating both World hunger and Global Warming. Bloody hell he is annoying. Arthur thought to himself, rubbing his temples with his middle fingers.
“Alright dudes! Oh, yeah I totally forgot! We have a new country to introduce!”  
“We haven’t had a new country in ages...” Arthur inquired, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the table.
“She’s-a our new little-a sister!” Feli giggled, sitting next to his brother Lovi. “One of-a our neighbor islands recently became-a certified country.”
“We’re-a helping her start off…” Lovi stated in a much less bubbly way.
“Interesting…” France laughed, smirking in his usual way. “Tell me, brother-dears, is she single?”
“Hands off-a! Perverted bastard.” Lovi glowered at the blonde Frenchman. “I’ll-a personally cut off-a your balls.”
“As much as I would love it if the frog couldn’t procreate. That’s a bit harsh, mate.” Arthur blinked, cringing a bit ‘down there’. “Now where is the bloody woman?”
“Here…” Everyone turned, a small girl peeked into the room, “Ciao… I’m ___________ ___________, it’s very nice to meet you all…”
“Ni hao, miss ____________.” Yao smiled, waving his greeting.
“Arigato ______-chan.” Kiku stood and bowed to the small girl, she smiled shyly, causing Arthur’s chest to skip a beat. She was positively the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on.
“Little sis, this-a is Arthur! He’s-a the United Kingdom.” Feli walked ___________ over to introduce her to Arthur, the small girl bowed slightly.
“’Ello love, it’s a pleasure.” Arthur smiled, taking her hand and bowing, kissing the top of her hand.
“H-hello, Mr. England.” She blushed, smiling. Lovi squinted at the British man, unsure on how to react to the timidness of his sister around the large-browed man.
“Please, lady, it’s Arthur.” He smiled, looking up from the hand he still held gently, like one would hold a baby bird.
“O-okay... Arthur...” ___________ looked to the side, her face blushing like an innocent schoolgirl, which she was, as she still attended Gakuen High.
“Are you familiar with the World Affairs facility, or may I have the honor of showing you around?” Arthur smiled,
“I-I’d like that…” ___________ blushed, smiling innocently.
“Then please, do follow me this way Miss.” Arthur chuckled, offering his hand to the small girl. Taking his hand, __________ allowed the blonde English man to lead her out of the meeting room and down the hallway to the main lobby. “So, have you been a country long?”
“Only a few weeks…” __________ smiled, blushing in that cute way of hers that had the blonde quickly falling for her. “What… about you?”
“I’ve been a country 1,000 years or so… give or take a hundred… No one’s really sure… as a human I’d be 23.”
“I..I’m 18…” (NA:/// GO WITH IT >:U) __________ smiled, Arthur’s heart skipped a bit and sent his stomach a flutter.
“That’s not to much of a difference.”
“No, not at all.” _________ giggled, Arthur grinned, his caterpillar-brows raising up.
“This is our lobby, it’s not really all that impressive…” Arthur began, gesturing to the decorated room. “There are doors for each ‘segment’ of our World Affairs. There’s Southern Europe, Northern Europe, Western Europe, Eastern Europe, the Americas, Asia, and the Artics, though I have yet to see them.”  
“So… I’ll be with Western Europe… and you’ll be…” She paused to calculate the distance. “Northern Europe, with the Nordics, right..?”
“Very good.” England chuckled, __________ giggled happily.
“Hey… Arthur… Do you hate Iceland…?”
“No, we defiantly don’t get along, but I don’t hate him…”
“Oh… I thought with the whole Pirate and Viking ordeal you’d be mortal enemies…”
“I’ve given up the life of a pirate, my dear.” Arthur smiled. “I feel like gentlemanly ways suit me much better.”
“You’re very polite, Arthur.”
“Why thank you. This way, please.”
After a few minutes of showing the younger country around, something occurred to Arthur. “Miss _________, why did you concern yourself with my feelings towards Iceland?”
“Oh… No reason…” __________  blushed deeply, Arthur felt a pang of jealousy.
“Oui! __________! There you are! I was looking all over for you!” Arthur and ___________ turned around to see none other than Iceland, Emil, running from the Northern Europe hallway. “Oh, herm… Mr. Kirkland.”
“Steilsson.”
“Ms. __________, come with me, yes? We had plans to hang out.”
“Oh, yes, right.” ___________ smiled, bowing to Arthur. “Thank you very much for the tour, Arthur, I hope to see you more. Good day!”
“Good day, Miss…” Arthur sighed, watching the Icelandic man lead away the smaller Italian. “Damn Viking…”