Forgotten (England x Reader) .:Art Trade:.

Forgotten  (England x Reader)

I huffed quietly as I prepared tea for my English boyfriend. He always made me make him tea in the morning and it could never be too cold or too hot. The temperature had to be precise or he wouldn't drink it. It was annoying to say the least but what could I do? I love him too much to say no.

I poured the warm water into a white tea cup that had floral patterns on the rim and watched as the white steam floated up and its scent enter my nose. I breathed it in and felt my body warm up. It was a weird sensation with this tea. I loved it as much as Arthur did. It was something that we both shared a fondness for.

"Good morning, ___." I heard him mutter as he shuffled into the kitchen. I glanced at him, waiting for him to come over and kiss my cheek like he used to but no, he went and sat at the table and picked up the newspaper to read. I pursed my lips and smiled softly to hide my annoyance.

"Good morning, Artie." I replied and brought the tea to him. He looked at the cup and nodded, acknowledging the fact that now he had tea. He went back to the newspaper and muttered to himself about how the stocks were doing. Things that I could possibly care less about.

I brought my cup of tea to the table and sat next to him. I brushed some strands of (h/c) hair from my eyes and cleared my throat. Arthur peered over the newspaper and raised one bushy eyebrow at me. "Is there something you need, ___?" He asked blandly. My (e/c) eyes widened slightly and shook my head.

"Oh, nothing... I just had something in my throat..." I replied in an innocent tone of voice. He nodded and returned to his newspaper without a second thought. My face fell when he finished his tea and left to his room with the damned newspaper in hand.

I glared at the exit and huffed again. I could not believe how distant we became over the past few years. Arthur used to hug me and kiss me like there was no tomorrow. He was such a gentleman. But now, I was lucky if he even looked at me.

Arthur came back downstairs in a suit and was brushing his blonde hair out of his eyes. He was still muttering things to himself as he grabbed his suitcase and looked over at me, raising his eyebrow again.

I looked up at him with an unamused look on my face. "What." I said blandly as I rested my head on my fist while the other hand as grabbed my tea cup. He had the nerve to chuckle and smile at him, as he strode across the room towards me. He leaned down and kissed me before pulling away and brushing hair out of my face.

"Don't think I haven't forgotten." He murmured as his emerald green eyes scanned my confused expression. "Happy anniversary, love~"