It was yet another rainy day in the city of London. (Name) sighed and looked at down at her coat. It was soaked form head to toe and no doubt the clothes underneath were soaked as well.

"What is wrong with this weather?" she muttered under her breath. Pouring rain wasn't her idea of a quaint, English getaway.

There was no roof to hide under, no umbrella to shield her, and for some unknown reason, there was no blessed taxi in sight.

Wasn't this London?

Where in the bloody hell were the taxis?

Cold and dripping out of her mind, she heard footsteps coming her way and the sound of a man with a strong British accent singing. 

"Yesterday it rained, today it rained,  and I bet my hat,  tomorrow it will rain-"

The man looked up and spotted (Name), soaked to the bone and shivering in the cold. 

"Miss," he called out, catching her attention "Are you alright?" 

(Name) turned and spotted the most dazzling, emerald eyes she has ever seen. Not to mention the bushy eyebrows above them, etched with worry. He wasn't a tall man, just of average height. He wore a black pea coat and a black top hat. The umbrella he was holding had little rivers of rainwater falling down around him.

"O-oh," (Name) quickly stopped staring. How rude of her.

"Yes, I'm quite alright. Please don't mind me!"

Thankfully, the darkness from the rain clouds hid her blush. 

The man's eyes traveled up and down her body, eyeing her drenched clothes. 

(Name) couldn't help but blush more. 

"My dear, you are completely soaked!" He exclaimed in astonishment, as if he had just noticed her dreary condition.

"Oh it's nothing, sir. Don't troubl-"

The man walked closer to her until he was right next to (Name). He was so close she could feel his warmbreath. 

Or maybe she was so cold she was starting to be a bit more sensitive to the feeling of warmth. 

Then, the rain stopped falling on her. (Name) looked up and saw the underside of an umbrella. She looked back at the man.

He smiled.

"The name's Arthur Kirkland, love," he smiled warmly at her.

"(Last Name). (First Name) (Last name)," she smiled back at Arthur, blushing more.

"That's a lovely name. Where are you headed, Miss (Name)?"

"Thank you. Um... Well, the only place I know around here is coffee shop but I've seem to have lo-"

"Coffee shop?!" exclaimed Arthur with surprise. "Good heavens! Excuse me, I don't mean to be rude, my dear, but I highly disagree with coffee. "

"Oh y-you do?" asked (Name), equally surprised.

"Yes I do, but if you wish to enjoy my country at its fullest, I suggest you go enjoy some tea, or perhaps some scones, and I know just the place to go to."

He motioned his arm to (Name) and she took it and they both walked down the street in the pouring English rain.

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The warm light from the pub shone out and looked heavenly against the dark backdrop of the rain clouds and the rain itself. Arthur opened the door for (Name) and she was immediately hit with the warm air, the cheerful laughter, and the sound of glass mugs clinking. 

"Oi, if it isn't Artie himself," a voice rang out with a Scottish accent "and he's brought along with him a lassie!" Whistles and whoops rang out, followed by more laughter when spectators saw the Brit's red face.

He closed him umbrella aggressively and went up to the bar counter, where behind it stood a considerably taller man. He had the same bushy eyebrows and same emerald eyes as Arthur and he was smirking as the obviously flustered Brit walked up to him.

"Shut it, Allistor" Arthur hissed.

"Ay, a man can't congratulate his little brother?" The red-head laughed boisterously and looked to (Name).

"Oi lassie, don't just stand there. You're making a puddle on the floor and I don't think my costumers would appreciate that."

Embarrassed, (Name) quickly took of her wet coat and walked to the counter, careful not to slip on puddles rain water Arthur's umbrella left behind.

"You can put your coat over there." Allistor pointed to a heater in a corner. "When you're done with that, come back over here. I want to know how my little brother got a wee assie like you!" He winked at his little brother, who glared at him.

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Time passed quickly. The talk about the differing views of coffee and tea was mixed with laughter as Arthur drank his tea too early, nearly burning his tongue. There was talk of Busby's chair, which was a subject (Name) wished she had studied more on before she came to this country. The beer was passed around, to which she politely declined to and laughed at Arthur's apparent rant about a male named Alfred and threatened to curse him, to which (Name) thought childish. She found herself admitting that Arthur was cute when he was drunk, much to her own surprise.

Time passed much too quickly and (Name) noticed that the sun was shining outside, for the rain had ended and the clouds had parted.

It was time to get going.

(Name) looked at Arthur, who was asleep on the counter while his brother poked him with a spoon.

"I never really thought that my little brother would finally get someone as nice as you," Allistor smiled at (Name).

She blushed "Oh n-no! We are not a couple!"

Then, as if on cue, Arthur muttered out loud.

"(N-name)....."

(Name) looked speechless and Allistor smiled.

"He seems to think differently," he said "Artie could always use someone to brighten up his heart."

(Name) looked at Arthur and smiled. 

"Allistor?"

"Yes lassie?"

"Do you have some paper and pen? I'm going to leave him my number..."