Tricks And Treats-England X Reader

Tricks And Treats
England X Reader One Shot
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A.N.: A new request! This is part of my new 'Tricks And Treats' series I've started where it will take place at a Halloween party the England has but each, of course, turns out different.

It started with my Russia X Reader Tricks And Treats (Link in description) and now we are going to be doing the host of the party himself, Arthur Kirkland! Or England. So because I

am a lazy bum they're all just going to be in the same costumes they were in in the Russia X Reader one. This was requested by my friend whose name shall be placed in the

description! The Russia one was fun to do so I hope this one will be too! I'm also taking requests for 'Tricks and Treats' one shots so request! Anyways, to the story!
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Halloween. A time where children walked around in silly or scary costumes asking at someones doorstep for candy. A time where people had parties and celebrated the festivities of

the popular holiday. Where candy was everywhere and children got sick stomach's the next day from stuffing themselves with the sugary sweets or adults and even teens came home

drunk from their wild parties.

Not you. No you preferred to just avoid the parties and sit at home with some candy you'd bought from the local grocery store and watch Dracula or Frankenstein or any classic horror

or scary movie. This year was the same as the others as you sat on your couch, chomping down on a (favorite candy) and watching Nosferatu. Even though it was old you still enjoyed

it's visualization of the old vampires, not the new sparkly kind. Your (e/c) eyes were plastered onto the screen, lost in the movie. Classics were always your favorite types of movies

because they didn't only associate with all the gore and blood that went on in nowadays movies and still kept you on your toes. Feeling so lost in the movie was your only problem as

you were near close to failing at noticing someone coming up to the door of your apartment through your window until the wooden block of the outside world banged open and a

loud voice called into the room, causing you to jump and your heart to race as you turned around to see who the intruder was and when you did you glare.

"Hey (F/n)! Dude aren't you psyched for the party tonight?" The loud voice of your best friend America, or Alfred as you called him most of the time, exclaimed. He was dressed as a

cowboy which made you want to giggle. You cock a brow at him then shake your head.

"No, not really. You know I'm not a big fan of parties."

Alfred looked a little surprised at that and scratches his head.

"You aren't? When did you say that?"

You shake your head again and turn back around to watch more of your movie. Alfred head over and plops down next to you, confusion on his face.

"Why won't you come (F/n)? Everyone's going to be there, Japan, Italy, Finland, Prussia, France, Spain, Britain-"

You look at him surprised and he stops talking, noticing your new expression. He was curious on what it was for until a light bulb dinged in his head. You liked Arthur, he nearly

forgot that, meaning if Arthur was there you would come. Well, it was his party so of course he'd be there which gave Alfred the perfect idea.

"I think this party will be fun," He says looking awat from you with a smile that was hiding the mischievousness,"Britain is the one hosting it but at least he has Japan and the Bad Touch Trio there to help him make it sweet."

"Arthur's hosting it?" You ask, face blank and Alfred looks back to still holding the smile and nods.

"Yep. And I heard he was pretty excited for you to go but I guess since you don't like parties-"

"I'll go!" You yelled, sounding a bit more excited than you wanted to show and you said more calmly with that small tinge of happy feelings in you,"I mean, I guess I'll go to this one.

Can't be that bad right?"

Alfred blinks at you and sends a toothy grin at you.

"Cool! Now go get ready! Wait do you even have a costume?" He asks, blinking owlishly at you. You stare a moment before shaking your head. You weren't expecting to go anywhere

for Halloween so you hadn't even considered buying one. Alfred looks stumped and taps his chin, thinking. You could've sworn you saw a light bulb above his head as he 'ah-ha's and grabs your hand, yanking you off the couch and out of your house to his car and you wondered what your American friend was planning.

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"(F/n), America, you-a made it!~" An Italian man with reddish brunette hair and chocolate brown eyes wearing a pizza costume rushes up to greet you two and you giggled at his

costume. He looks a bit surprised by yours and you look down then back at him.

"Don't worry, Feli, it's just a costume."

At the moment you were dressed in some of Alfred's old clothes that didn't fit him anymore, each piece ripped and torn in some places with fake blood on them, and your face was

painted with the same fake crimson liquid and make up to make you look deathly. Or a zombie if you don't want to be technical with that appearance. Luckily you were a girl and

shorter than Alfred that his old clothes fit like a glove. The smile returns to the Italian's face.

"Oh, I see-a."

You smile back nodding and hear a voice you recognized.

"Italy, come help-a me with the-a food!" Italy's older brother Romano yelled at him from the other room and Italy turns to go into the kitchen, saying a quick 'Ciao' before running off.

You watch him disappear in the people and turn to look at Alfred who, to your disliking, was nowhere in sight. You sigh and look around. Countries and people you weren't sure

about were all over, some drinking beer and others laughing along at a joke or something. You decide that instead of standing there like an actual zombie you would look for

someone to chat with, secretly hoping you ran into Arthur.

'I wonder where that Brit is...' You think to yourself, saying hello to countries you passed on your search for the blonde.

Reaching the living  room you peer around inside, (e/c) eyes searching for the man's familiar green hues. You felt your heart pound slightly louder as you finally find him, conversing

with Alfred, dressed as what looked like a wizard. You feel yourself grow a little warm in the face as you stare at them. Arthur seemed to be glaring at Alfred who was laughing loudly

but soon stopped when he turned to and saw you. He smiles brightly and waves you over.

"Yo (F/n), over here!" He calls and Arthur follows the sandy brunette's eyes to look at you. You blushed a little redder and nodded, stepping up to them. Arthur was staring at you and

when you turned to him he slightly blushes and looks at Alfred who was talking now.

"Hey (F/n), me and Arthur here are gonna get some people to play a game with us, wanna join in?" America asks you and you blink then nod slowly.

"Sure, what's the-" Before you could finish Alfred yelled at the crowd of people all in the living room.

"Hey everyone, we're gonna play a game! Gather around if you want to join!"

Everyone turns to look at him then some of them walk up, everyone that came rounding into a circle and looking at Alfred and Arthur who each held a bucket, Alfred's orange while

Arthur's was yellow, you standing in between them. They were all just as curious as you to know what you were all going to be playing.

"The game we will be playing is called 'Tricks And Treats," Arthur spoke up,"how you will play is each of you will take a slip from both buckets. The yellow buckets hold names of each

guest while the orange holds what you are meant to do. Now why it's called 'Tricks And Treats' is because the person you pick is who you will either do a trick to or who you will give a

treat to. The papers say whether they are tricks or treats so you won't be confused."

It seemed to be a simple game. Arthur and Alfred each take out a slip from the bucket they held then passed the two to the right, since you were on Arthur's right you took the yellow

bucket from him and dipping your hand in, grabbing a paper.

"Vhat if you don't vant the person you get?" A certain Prussian asks, taking a paper from the orange bowl.

"No switches, you have to do what you get, whether you like it or not. And everyone each has an hour to do what they picked or else..."

"Or else vhat?"

"You have to spill out your darkest secret to the whole party." Alfred finishes and everyone gained worried faces after that, including you. Alfred already knew about your crush on

Arthur but you didn't want the rest of the world, literally, to know. Gulping silently the yellow bucket is set aside and you take your second slip out of the orange before it was set

aside with it's different colored twin. All of you look down and open your slips, some blushing in embarrassment and others, Prussia, France, and Spain as perfect examples, laughed

amongst themselves. You on the other hand, dropped your face in disappointment. You had to kiss Ludwig a kiss on the cheek. It caused your mood to droop imagining kissing the

most serious man you've ever known. Even if it was on the cheek, you still wished it had been Arthur. Speaking of which you turn around and look to Alfred and Arthur. Alfred was

laughing so hard his face was red and he was hunched over while England stood there with a shocked expression and a bright crimson flooding onto his face as his eyes stayed

plastered onto the white slips gripped in his hands.

'He must have gotten something pretty bad...' You think, turning back to look down into your hand. You only had an hour to do the treat so you breathed in deep and made your way

to look for the blonde German. Your eyes travel all around you, searching for the tall male who, admittedly, you feared a little, definitely more than his pain of a brother. You feel your

blood run cold as soon as you walked into the kitchen. Ludwig, who looked to be dressed as a soldier, was eating some sausages while Feliciano was chatting his ear off which looked

to be annoying Ludwig. You watch another moment before taking another deep breath and walking up to the two.

"Oh, ciao (F/n)! Are you having a-"

Before Feliciano could finish you quickly lean up on your tip toes and place a light kiss on the German's cheek. Ludwig freezes, the kiss unexpected as a sausage hangs from his mouth

and his eyes widen. Italy looks horrified and you back up with your face covered in red. The two men looked to you, shock and confusion across their faces.

"I-I'm sorry, Ludwig, it was part of this game that Arthur had and-"

"(F/n)! Why did you just kiss Lud?!"

Your hearts drops as you turn to see Alfred and Arthur standing at the kitchen doors with other people rounding around to see what the commotion was. You feel a fit of twists

tighten in your gut at seeing them. Alfred just looked surprised, his mouth forming an 'o' and eyes widened, but Arthur, at least you thought and others did as well, held jealousy with

his brows furrowed and you gulp, holding up your hands.

"I-it was part of the game, I swear! Ludwig's my friend, so I'm pretty sure this creeped him out but-"

Before you could finish Arthur stomps up to you, now a few feet if even that away from you, and looked deeply into your eyes. You gulped again, the look on his green eyed face

looking mad but not the angry mad, more the hurt type of mad. You stare into his eyes, (e/c) meeting green, and all was quiet besides the few whispers and a crash in the other room

which caused you to jump but Arthur stayed put, just staring at you. You furrow your brows, confused.

"Arthur, why do you seem mad? I mean, it was just a kiss on the cheek so I don't get what's so-"

But your words were muffled to a 'mmf' as a pair of soft lips met yours in a longing kiss and your eyes widen to see England's closed ones and his face turned so his lips fit more

perfectly. Your face grows as red as Toni's tomatoes and you stiffen. Arthur, feeling you do this, backs up hesitantly and looks deep into your eyes once more. His face was as red as yours.

"S-sorry." He says, walking backwards and scratching the back of his head. You just stare blankly, comprehending what had just happened.

"Why are you sorry?" You mumble, tilting your head slightly and he shrugs.

"For kissing you and not asking first, I guess jealousy just got the better of me." He laughs nervously and now you were taken back. He had gotten jealous? Of you just simply pecking

Germany's cheek. But you thought Arthur didn't like you. Alfred, noticing your look of question, sighs and steps up next the the green eyed blonde.

"(F/n), have you still not figured it out?" He asks, sounding like he was ready to laugh if you didn't agree. Which you didn't with a shake or your head. The sandy haired male sighs

and shakes his head then looks back at you.

"He kissed you cause he likes YOU!" Alfred exclaims and you freeze. Your crush liked you. The man you had deep feelings for like you.

"R-really?" You stutter and look to the Britain. He nods, looking sheepish and scratching the back of his head. You slowly feel a smile grow widely on your (s/c) face and your heart be

erratically and before anyone knew it you already had your arms around the English mans neck and kissed him deeply, putting all of your emotion into it. The world seemed to still

as Arthur kisses back and wraps his arms around your waist. Everyone smiles and 'aw's at you two. Alfred and Feliciano cheered and even Germany had to crack a smile. You and

Arthur break apart and hug each other tightly, wishing to never let each other go. And now even you had to say the party was great.

~*Extended Ending!*~
You and Arthur stood outside, watching the sky for stars, the two of you holding hands.

"About time they got togezer, no? Ohonhonhon.~" The French man dressed as a ghost laughs with the Spanish and Prussian men watching the two with he and the others nod, smirks

covering their mischievous faces.

"Aw, they are-a so cute together!~" The Italian pizza gushes with a nodding German soldier.

"Yes. Yes they are." Japan even smiles, all of them smiling at the new couple. A country and a human... go figure.
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The England 'Tricks And Treats' is finished! I really like these 'Tricks And Treats' one shots, they're a lot of fun! OK well read description, comment, etc.!