EnglandxReader 'The Kind Stranger' Part 1

   Alone. You were all alone in the alley. You had some trouble with your job and there is no one left for you. You were weeping like a tiny puppy in pain. People walked by you and called you names, but one kind man walked by.

   The man came and sat by you in the alley. His eyes sparkled like olive green stars. His scruffy light blonde hair flowed in the wind. He had large bushy eyebrows. You giggled at them before he could speak. “Ello love. What is a lovely lady like you doing all alone in the streets?” he asked sweetly with a smile on his face. You noticed he had a British accent. You had to admit...he was kinda sexy.

  “My family doesn’t care about me anymore and I can’t do any job right and I don't have a home now...,” you reply as he stared into your tear-filled eyes.

  “Well why don’t they care? I fancied you as soon as I saw you. What is your name, love?” he asked with rosy cheeks.

   “(Name). " you mumbled looking at the ground. You wiped the tears out of your eyes.

   “That is the most beautiful name I’ve ever heard. Would you please come walk with me through the park? I want to get to know you better… Oh my! I forgot my manners. My name is Arthur Kirkland. Most people call me England.” He said with his lovely smile. You thought of the things you were told as a child. Never talk to strangers. ‘I have nothing else to lose and if I stay like this I’m going to die anyways’ you thought to yourself.

    “Sure, I guess…but I have a question. Why did you come over here to see me, Arthur?”  you asked England.

     “You looked like a lost angel. A small puppy looking for a path home. I wanted to see if I can help and  be that path.” England told you in his English accent. You had a little hope that he could help you but you didn’t know how. “Come on, love. It’ll be fun. I promise. Maybe we will run into a few of my friends along the path! ”Arthur said with his innocent grin. You knew he liked you.

       England stood up and helped you get on your feet. He held out his hand. You took it. “I think we will have a great day. Are you hungry, (name)?” He asked with gentle eyes looking into your big (e/c) ones. He said your name for the first time. It sounded strange but you loved it.

       You haven’t eaten in 3 days. You were about to eat your own arm. Your mouth starts to water just thinking about eating. “Well, yes. I’m a little bit hungry…” you say just as your stomach growls.

       He laughed. “You need to eat, (name)! You sound hungry,” England said, “What would you like to eat? There is a French restaurant nearby or I could cook. Whatever you want.”

           “If you don’t mind, I’ve never had French food. Can we go there?” you asked with big eyes. Everyone said England sucks at cooking, and you didn't really want to find out right now.

         “Of course we can! As long if you don’t mind a perverted wanker cooking for you…”England trailed off.  “Oh, I’m sorry, love. I shouldn’t use such language with a lady nearby.” he said nervously.

       “I don’t mind. Really! Sometimes I curse like a sailor!” you said just to impress England.

     “Well, a woman that cusses. I really like you.Haha!” England said with a laugh. “I guess we will be going to Francis’s place.”   You and England started on the trail to France’s place, hand in hand. You knew that there was something about this man that you loved,you just didnt know what it was.