EnglandXReader: I Don't Dance

You sighed as you turned your back to the mirror inspecting the ridiculous dress from all angles.
“Why am I even doing this,” You muttered then mentally slapped yourself. You were doing it for your crush who invited you to a dance.
Should I take this as some sort of a message? you wondered. Actually your crush was a secret crush, because he was also your best friend.
Arthur Kirkland. British guy, he even has an accent, with blonde hair and green eyes that just make you melt when ever you see them.
You bit your lip, “I can’t even dance,” you complained to yourself.
You just accepted the invitation at the thought of going to a dance with him without realizing you were just going to make a fool out of yourself.
You twirled a little admiring the (color) dress. It went well with your (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes.
“We’ll just see how this goes.”

Nervously you walked into the dance hall. It was at a local sports center, so it was really just a basketball court that was extremely decorated so you couldn’t tell. These dances were held every year but you never went to one. Your school name was on a banner hung across the wall when you looked in. Of course this was a school organized event.
Looking around aimlessly you wondered where Arthur was. He was going to pick you up but needed to do something beforehand so you had to get yourself there.
You did see a couple people you knew though, so it wasn’t hopeless. You caught sight of your friend Feliciano talking to a group of girls and Ludwig stomping angrily up to him, Alfred Jones was laughing loudly by table occupied by who seemed to be a DJ.
Smiling slightly you pulled your phone out of a fold in your dress and dialed a number. Arthur’s number.
“Hello?” Arthur answered after what seemed like a lot of shuffling.
You smirked, “Where are you? I am at the dance already and I don’t see you anywhere!” You felt kind of weird just standing there, not even talking to anyone.
“Ah! I am sorry poppet,” Arthur said quickly, “I am almost there. I just got hung up doing something.”
“And that would be~.”
“I had to get some kind of dessert for the committee, since I am a part of student council-”
“Okay, I got it,” you laughed. Arthur was a part of the group who helped organize all the activities that were connected to the school you went to.
“It will be a few minutes! I am pulling into the parking lot as we speak.”
“Okay,” You reasoned, “See you in a few,” you hung up laughing for no apparent reason.
Random pop music was playing as the dance theme was freestyle. Not many people were actually dancing everyone swayed to the music.
“Hey _____!!” You screamed as arms wrapped around your neck in a hug. You swung around and found yourself face to face with blue eyes.
“Oh my gosh Alfred you scared the heck out of me,” You said taking a deep breath. Your heart beat heavily in your chest.
“You don’t need to be scared of me dude!!” Alfred laughed.
You clamped your hand over his mouth and his laugh was cut off. “Shhh~ You idiot. You don’t need to yell either.”  Slowly you removed you hand and looked at his outfit. He was in a suit, you had never seen him in a suit.
“You look... nice,” you complimented. Different was what you wanted to say.
“So do you! I mean- look at this dress!” He pointed and moved his fingers around in circle motions.
“Aw, thanks,” You smiled.
“So, are you here alone or...?” Alfred inquired.
“I’m waiting for Arthur, he didn’t know he had to bring dessert,” You snickered.
Alfred rolled his eyes, “Duh, if he went to the last meeting he would know that.”
You tipped your head, “He didn’t go to the last meeting?”
“No. He didn’t show until the end. He needed to finish putting the dance playlist together,” Alfred snorted.
“You guys let Arthur handle music?” you asked.
Alfred shrugged, “The playlist wasn’t bad. It has pop music and dance music.” He looked over your shoulder and smiled, “There he is.”
You turned to see Arthur pushing his way through the crowd at the entrance holding a box of cookies from the store. He was wearing a black suit and his hair still fell freely and swished when he walked.
You smiled and waved to him. Alfred on the other hand ran straight over to him, “Arthur dude! You don’t just leave your girlfriend unattended at a dance!” He laughed again.
Arthur blushed madly, “No- Shes not my girlfriend!”
“Just keep telling yourself that!” Alfred patted Arthurs back and took the cookies from his grasp.
“You didn’t cook these did you?”
“No...”
“Good,” Alfred responded and began walking away, “Have fun! Don’t get too crazy,” He winked at you and you turned pink.
“Its not like that you-” Arthur began calling.
“Leave it,” you advised, “Psh, it took you long enough.”
“Sorry poppet,” He took your hand and kissed it. You blushed harder.
He listened to the music for a moment, “If I do remember right after this song is a waltz. May I have this dance?”
You looked at him startled, “I- uh, I can’t dance.”
“Of course you can! Anyone can dance! You don’t even need to lead,” he held out a hand and you took it.
He lead you to where people were dancing. Sure enough the song ended and the DJ picked up the microphone, “Alright! This next one is a waltz, grab a partner.”
The lights that were slowly dimming anyway went low and the music slowed but still had an upbeat to it.
Arthur tried to explain the right dance position, you rested one arm on his shoulder and put your hand in his. He wrapped an arm around your waist and you blushed again.
“Step forward with this foot then sideways and put your feet together,” Arthur instructed and you got into a rhythm pretty quickly. You stared at your feet as you danced and you felt Arthur chuckle.
You glanced up at him, “What?”
“You are staring at your feet, its funny,” he chuckled some more.
You looked at him with mock pain.
“Do you want to try something harder?” Arthur asked.
“No,” You said plainly.
“Too bad,” he teased, “Just let me lead.”
You looked up a little bit of dancing before this just so you wouldn’t be a complete idiot. The position you were in was designed so you could go along with whatever Arthur did. You also looked up how to waltz but it didn’t help much.
“We are going to turn, just keep walking in the same rhythm,” he whispered.
You did a turning box, thats what you thought it was called, and found you didn’t need to do much. Slowly you let your gaze wander from you feet upward to Arthur’s face.
He looked at you and smiled.
“Can we try a... spin?” You looked up how to do the spin and found it not very complicated.
“Sure, do you know how?” You nodded.
Once you started the next waltz box you broke away and walked in a circle, one hand still intertwined with his. You walked back into Arthur’s hold. You smiled.
“Maybe I can dance,” You smirked.
“You can do anything you set your mind to, love,” Arthur said and you blushed again.
Stop blushing, you told yourself.
Eventually the song slowed to an end and you stood there looking into Arthur’s eyes as the music changed.
He lifted a hand and touched your face, “You’re blushing, love.”
“What? No I’m not,” you looked away as you felt your face heat up.
You turned back to say something else, but you were stopped.
Arthur pressed his lips to yours. Since he was a few inches taller than you, you ended up standing on your tiptoes while he leaned down slightly.
You just stood there for a few moments while he kissed you. Slowly he pulled back still holding both your hands.
“Now you’re blushing,” he tipped his head.
“So are you,” you chuckled like an idiot.
He laughed too. A melody that you liked.
“_____?” He asked after a moment, “Would you like to go out with me?”
You smiled like an idiot, still blushing up to your ears you were sure, “Of course I would.”

~~~

Alfred looked across the basketball court at the two figures.
“Dude, I told them it was like that,” Alfred laughed to the DJ, “They didn’t listen.”
“Could you please just go?” The DJ replied annoyed.