Enemy! England x Country! Reader: Ch.2

       Thoughts of England lying to you, stealing your heart just for fun always occurred to you, especially when you woke in the middle of the night. You stared at the bright round moon in the starless night sky and wondered whether England was looking at the same moon right now as well.

       He had not contacted you since the day he confessed to you. You had started to question. Was he only toying with your heart ruthlessly? Was that amazing British gentleman you knew was just a disguise, and his heart was never stolen by you?

       You did not know.

       But the problem is, you did love him, no matter he loved you back or not. You love him no matter who he was, even when he supposed to be your enemy.

       Burying your head in your laps, you led out a deep, long sigh.

       ' England, what are you thinking really?  '

       ' Ms (c/n), you have a visitor, ' your personal housekeeper interrupted your work and notified you. You looked up from the pile of paperwork and swept several files of classified documents into your drawer of the beautifully-crafted sandalwood desk. Then you locked it carefully before telling your housekeeper to let your visitor enter.

       You had no idea who the unexpected visitor was, so you better be careful.

       ' Um, hello p-love. Did I interrupt your work? ' 

       You found yourself drowning in the emerald green orbs of England.

       ' Where the hell were you after that confession? Why didn't you contact me? ' you slapped yourself mentally for drowning in those crystal-like orbs. No matter how hot he looked like, he could possibly be your enemy. (yeah, like you ever care) He looked kind of shock from the yelling and scratched the back of his head, looking quite embarrassed. 

       ' Sorry. My apologies. I was recently busy with the issue over Hong Kong so I did not have any time to come to visit you... ' he smiled apologetically, ' I am really sorry, love. '

        You looked at him, face remained expressionless. He looked sincere enough, and he probably wasn't hiding anything from you. You sighed and stepped forward.

        ' I miss you, you jerk,' you whispered in his ear and embraced him. England chuckled as he hugged you back.

        ' You made me tea the last time I was in your house, it is my turn to make you some tea,' he brandished the paper bag with the brand of " Twinings Tea " written on top and said cheerfully. 

       ' I got a pot of hot water right here. Let me fetch that for you, ' you said and turned around to get the porcelain tea pot, only this pot was without tea-leaves floating on the surface of the water within.  

        You watched how graceful England's fingers danced to make two perfect cups of tea, and wondered why those fingers could also make scones which were not edible.

        ' Love, do you mind getting me some sugar ? ' he looked up and asked. You immediately went to the other side of the room to take some packs of sugar out of the cupboard.

        England smiled at your back mysteriously before adding some powder-like substance into your cup of tea. Quickly, he hid the bottle for the substance behind his back when you walked towards him, humming some kind of tones that sounded obviously like the transitional music of your country.

        ' I've got the sugar,' You torn the package open and added it into your cup, ' Want some?'

         He nodded and reached out for the sugar. You took a slip of the silky milk tea and sighed blissfully. That was the best tea you ever had, and it tasted so good that the ceiling seemed to be spinning around.

         Wait, it was spinning around.

         And the next thing you knew was you were drowning in endless darkness, and the chuckles of England were ringing in your ears.

         You woke up in a dimly lit room, with both of your hands tied up over your head. Obviously, you were kidnapped. And obviously, whoever kidnapped you didn't forget to take over your housekeeper since he wasn't after you and trying to pull your arse out of the fire.

         Great. 

         That was England who kidnapped you most likely, as you passed out after drinking the tea he made. You tried to free your hands from those snake-like ropes but ended up yelling in pain. Best part of all? Your brain fell like exploding as well. 

         Must be the fault of whatever he had added in your tea.

         You cursed yourself for being such a brainless idiot, falling for your enemy so easily. England was probably laughing at you and though you were such a easy prey. You felt mixed feelings of betrayal, anger and mostly regret.

         That was what politics were. They were cold-blooded and cunning, and you were probably just one little foot soldier on England's plan to...whatever it was, to conquer the world or became the king of the seven seas.

         You clenched your teeth and struggled once more, not wanting to give up but it only resulted in more pain. More severe pain, to be specific.

         ' I would not struggle if I were you. Those strong ropes could wound your beautiful hands. I do love your fingers, they are so long and so dedicated. Don't you think so,' he paused and appeared from the shadow, smiling, ' Poppet? '