England x Reader ~Brother-Zoned~

England x Reader –Brother-Zoned-

                Everyone thinks I’m some huge flirt when I’m not. I swear I’m not. I just get along with guys a lot more than girls because I’m not one for drama. I guess I’m just one of the guys, not that it’s ever phased me before. But my female friend Elizabeta says I’m blind to all things love and friend-zone people without realizing it. When has anyone ever liked me? I guess I may be blind.
                I never noticed it in till it was too late. I never meant to even hurt him, heck I didn’t even know! But that’s something I can’t fix even though he still tries to fix it and escape but it just doesn’t work. I mean, come on! It’s not like I sprayed myself down with a love potion to attract people. I just go with the flow and chill. When did that become illegal?

                I was just sitting at lunch with my bros. Alfred, a loud American who was star of the football team, Francis, a French transfer who was the big flirt, Gilbert, an albino ‘Prussian’ *cough* German, Antonio, a sweetheart Spaniard, and Lovino, a rude Italian that I’ve become the body guard of.  I have other friends like my best friend Arthur and Lovino’s brother Feliciano, Kiku, and Gilbert’s younger brother Ludwig. And I have friends that are girls. Like Elizabeta, Lovina, Emily, Marianne, Nadia, and a few others. All of these crazy awesome friends keep me busy but we’re all one big happy family, even when we try to kill each other and that’s no joke. We’ve tried to bring death to another.

                “Yo, (Name), ya listening girl?” I had a certain American scream right into my ear with his mouth full of junky foods.
                My eye twitched in annoyances as I sighed and nodded. Today’s conversation was over something stupid I bet, I really wasn’t paying much attention to it. I’ve been focused on the tests coming up soon and my parent’s would seriously kill me if I failed and take away my computer.

                “Frau, you feeling okay?” Gilbert asked, sitting on the other side of me.

                “Yeah, sorry dudes. Those test are gonna suck, you know?” I groaned and laid my head down on the table.

                Big mistake. My forehead hit something wet, squishy, and one-hundred percent gross! I let out a sharp yelp, throwing my head back to have a hamburger fall back onto the table. My whole table of Gilbert, me, Alfred, and on the other side, Antonio, Francis, and Lovino, fell completely silent.

                That silence was destroyed by the sandy blonde sitting next to me who bellowed out in laughter, starting up my whole table. I, on the other hand, was not amused but let them laugh while I cleaned the ketchup off my forehead and the grease that would make my face break out. As if being a girl wasn’t hard enough.

                Alfred had tears in those baby blue eyes, slapping at the table in a fit of laughter. Francis was laughing into his hands, desperately trying to be silent. Gilbert was as bad as Alfred, roaring with thunderous laughter. Antonio leaned onto his arms, sending me looks of sorry that melted away. Lovino was actually laughing as well, finding it all too much.

                Again, I did not find it as funny. I’m not the kind of person to throw a fit, scream, cry, and all that nonsense but since I didn’t even order a hamburger for lunch, I believe in pay back. So I joined in the laughter, leaning into Alfred. He didn’t notice. My hand slowly crept up his shirt and into his hair. By the time he noticed, it was all too late. I held his hair in a death grip and snapped my wrist down, slamming his pretty face right into his lunch tray of food. Now it was my turn to laugh.

                After lunch, I headed to class, well I ran because I had Alfred on my tail. Holding my bag to my chest, I sprinted forward. I ducked and dodged people, hearing my name called by the American, who held a plate of pudding in his hand.

                There I saw Arthur opening door to my next class, I took the chance. I grabbed the Brit’s arm tightly, sliding into the room and dragged him in as the door slammed shut behind us.

                “(Name)! Bloody hell, what was that all about?” He sighed, his brows coming together.

                I gave a quick smile, releasing his arm. “Sorry, running from Alfred again. Sorry bro.”
                “Please don’t say ‘bro’. I am not your ‘bro’ nor should a lady say such idiotic American slang.” He scolded me for about the millionth time.

                “Chill dude, you know I can’t help it. And you are my bro so deal with it. You know I see you as like that awesome big brother with being all charming and chizz.” I laughed as I took my seat.

                I’m so stupid at times that I didn’t notice the flash of disappointment in his stunning green eyes. But he still sat down beside me, turning in his seat to face me and look into my eyes. He always told me how beautiful he thought my eyes are.

                “So (Name), how have you been?” Arthur asked me kindly to start off our conversation.

                I sighed and rested my chin in my calm while resting my elbow in my knee. “Well, you see we have all these test coming up and I’m so nervous. Test taking isn’t my thing.” I explained to him.

                Arthur nodded, knowing all too well that feeling. “Well, how about I study with you?” He offered, his eyes brightening up.

                I nodded quickly. Arthur and I always studied together for major exams and we always had a great time doing so. “Yes please! But, promise me you won’t bake scones.”
                I saw the vain in his forehead pulse from my teasing statement. “I can cook better than any of those wankers!” He shouted.
                Just like that, people turned and look at us. I always heard things about how Arthur and I would make a great couple or something like that but he’s just my bro.  Or at least I thought so.

                As the teacher entered the classroom, Arthur and I quickly planned our study session. So for the rest of class, I caught the Brit looking at me and would throw balled up pieces of paper at him to try and make him snap. It was a fun game of mine you see. ‘Annoy the Brit Till He Screams and Gets in Trouble’, best game ever invented by me.

                The bell rang, signaling the release of my prison holder. I ran out of class, spending the last few hours with friends in different classes.

                Arthur and I live down the street from each other so as school ended, I headed to his house so we could study. I knew very well he’d beat me there because he’s Mr. Student Council President and leaves early because his last period is work for the school. When he’s done, he’d be excused. I could even see his door slightly open from him rushing in and not fully shutting the door.

                I skipped to the front door, just walking in like normal. “Hey! Arthur, I’m coming in.” I called

                “I’m in my room! Hang on!” He called back.

                The Kirkland family had a pretty huge house. A lovely classic Victorian style home since Arthur’s mother loves it so much. Many pictures of Arthur and his family decorated the house, some pictures with me in it as well.

                I jumped onto the leather couch, opening my bag and pulling out my text books to start learning. I may hate it all but hey, never hurts to act smart to stupid people and use facts against them. Reminds me of every fight with Alfred or Gilbert. I tried once on Francis but he’s seriously smart, another reason to hate the French.

                Arthur strolled downstairs but I knew something was wrong. He seemed tense, his face a bit red with his hands behind his back. This scene reminds me of a horror film. I just sat there, waiting for a knife to be pulled or something but that never came. Dang it. I love scary things.

                “You okay dude?” I asked as he sat next to me.

                Arthur took a deep breath and nodded. “I am but we need to talk.” He said softly.

                I grew nervous, scared that I had upset him or he was leaving me. “Sure, shoot.” I responded as calmly as I could manage.

                I could tell he was gathering his courage as he closed his eyes, breathing a bit heavily. “Look, you’re the best thing that ever happened in my life. I don’t want this to ruin our friendship but I just can’t help it. You’re so beautiful (Name) and when you speak to me, my heart just soars. I can’t stop feeling brain dead around you, so nervous and just my brain goes stupid. Please, just let me know one thing. I have feelings for you, very deep feelings. Do you feel the same?”

                My eyes went wide, my breath hitching as my face got warmer. Oh gosh, did he really just confess to me? He’s going to hate me now.

                “Arthur, I’m sorry. I really am. You’re like a brother to me. I love you but really, just as a brother. Please be my friend still. Please don’t leave me.” I begged quickly.

                I saw the tears shimmer in his eyes as he nodded, letting out a long sigh. “I’m always here for you. I’d never leave you. Thank you for being honest.” He said softly, his voice creaking a bit.

                I feel horrible, quickly running out, even leaving my stuff behind. I hear him shouting my name but I don’t stop. He likes me? How? Since when?! My brain raced with questions as I ran. As if running would help me catch the answers. How could I?

                But I failed to hear him say one thing. ‘I will win your heart (Name).’

To be continued….