You were sitting next to Arthur, chatting happily, your gaze never leaving his, and his never left yours. Neither of you had noticed the others leave the room, or the candles on the table. Something about this just felt so right, so perfect.
     You saw the small gap between the two of you, and something inside of you wanted to close you. But the distance felt practically miles apart, almost as if an ocean separated the two of you...
    Continuing to stare into his eyes, green as the summer grass, and sparkled like the emeralds from the earrings your mother always wore, you found yourself begin to lose your focus, the only things you felt you needed to see were those eyes. Green like the leaves on the trees on the busy sidewalks of the busy streets in summer, like the freshly sprinkled parsley on some of the dishes, and they had a wise feeling to them, as if they'd been around for centuries...
     "_____?" Arthur asked, slightly shaking you, pulling you from your trance.
     "Yeah?" You replied, dragging yourself back to reality from the peaceful daze you were in.
     "Were you even listening?" He qurstioned, with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
     "No, sorry..." You admitted, looking away. "I was just thinking of home. What were you saying?" Lies. (Well not really, you WERE thinking about England, since that was where you were living before, lol)
     "Nothing, never mind." The both of you sat in an awkward silence, avoiding each other's gaze.
     You so desperately wanted to break the silence. You finished your plate of (food), and took the last sip from your glass of (drink). Arthur cleared his throat.
     "You know..." Arthur sighed, and then returned his gaze to you. "Home is where the heart is, so for however long you'll be here, it might be a good idea to shift it. I understand it will be hard for you..." (A certain Big Ben will possibly be too  6w6)
     "Yeah..." You sighed.
     "And it will be somewhat hard for me as well," Arthur continued. "So I was thinking, would it be alright if I were to trust you with my heart? And in return, you could trust me with yours, for as long as you'd like." You looked at Arthur, a quizzical look in your eyes, before you understood what he just said.
     "Of course!" You exclaimed, throwing your arms around him, and you felt a pair of tea tasting lips touch yours. You felt as the ocean was crossed, and as your heart grew a pair of wings and flew, you felt lighter, happier, more free than you had ever felt for awhile, and you couldn't help but smile.

--Bonus crack ending but not the end of the story--

     A bright flash of light was visible from behind your eyelids, and you turned towards the light to see Kiku holding a camera. It then crossed your mind that this was all set up, and you felt your cheeks were burning red.
     "Kiku!!" You yelled somewhat angrily, and attempted to chase him down, but he got away, because you felt someone was holding your forearm. You saw everyone was watching from a doorway. "How long have you been watching?!"
     "The whole time, Mon ami~" Francis laughed, sending an echo of 'ohonhon's through the house, followed by laughter from the others.
     "You should see your face, it's nearly redder than Lovino's tomatoes!" Antonio exclaimed happily. "But his face is redder-"
     "Shut it tomato bastard," Lovino grumped, lightly stomping away.