You Are What You Eat - EnglandXReader

             "Hey, ____?" A muffled voice called out. You snapped yourself out of your blissful, sweet state and stared at the American that called out to you.
"What is it, Al?" You asked as you popped another chocolate into your mouth, internally squealing in delight as it melted in your mouth. With a mischievious grin, he swallowed his mouthful of hamburger and asked you, "Do you know the saying, "You are what you eat"?"
Confusion written plainly on your face, you nodded, not sure where the silly American was going with this. "Yes... What of it?" You asked.

     With a huge grin still plastered on his face, he told you, "Well! I've thought about it! And it does hold some truth to it!"
The British man--who you found ridiculously attractive-- rolled his eyes and muttered, "Here we go..."
Giggling, you told Al, "Oh really, Al? How?"
With a loud, painful smack to Arthur's back, Alfred let out a laugh. "Take old Artie here~! He's somewhere between bitter, and bland, just like the tea he drinks~!" He yelled out with a boisterous laugh. "You-- Bloody--- Wanker!!" Arthur snapped at him, trying not to choke on his tea.
You stared at the two quietly. 'No, not quite.. The only relation Arthur shares to his tea is that both are really hot...' You thought to yourself.

       "Either way, I suppose if you're claiming that statement to be true, then with all those hamburgers you eat, you're a bloody cow!" Arthur snapped. Alfred stared at him in shock that he came up with that retaliation, while you burst out into a fit of giggles.
"Hehe~ Alfred also eats a lot of bacon. Would that make him a pig, too?" You asked him playfully. The two men stared at you, surprised you had made an input. Then, Arthur chuckled, "Yes, I suppose it would."
    Dumbfounded at how the joke turned on him, Alfred sputtered out, "Bu--Whaa--- No faiirrr!" He whined as he shoved the rest of his hamburger in his mouth and stalked off.

      Still giggling, you shook your head. "He's so weird." You told the British boy softly. Shaking his head, Arthur replied, "He's an idiot, that's what he is."
After that comment, silence followed for awhile. You shifted a bit, looking at him from the corner of your eye as he continued to drink his tea and read the paper. (Un?)fortunately for you, he caught you once and looked at you with his emerald green eyes. "Something bothering you, love?" He asked, confusion coating his voice.
Your ____ eyes widened as you squeaked a bit and jumped, shaking your head violently from side to side.

         "N-No! Nothing's wrong! I was just thinking--!!" You exclaimed, your voice lowering a bit. "Just... About what Alfred said.. Um.." You paused and bit your lip, then looked up at the confused Brit. "You aren't bland or bitter or anything like it." Taking his look as of surprise as a positive thing, you kept speaking, "I think you're really nice.. and interesting. You always have something to say. And.. I.." You paused, feeling your cheeks burn. "I like you, Arthur Kirkland, I like you a lot." You muttered, looking away from him. Silence weighed on your shoulders heavily, and you felt dejected, until you felt two strong arms wrap around you in a gentle, but at the same time strong embrace. "I like you too, ____." He mumbled into your hair.

      Nearly squealing in delight, you wrapped your arms around him in an embrace. After a couple of minutes of letting everything soak in, and just enjoying each other's company, he pulled back to look at you. He had a gorgeous, affectionate, half-grin on his face. "You want to know something, love?" He asked softly.
You tilted your head to a side curiously. "What is it, Arthur?"
Your face suddenly heated and your heart fluttered as he lightly kissed your forehead.

"The git was right, that saying does harbor some truth. You're just as sweet as all of those chocolates you eat."