“So that’s the situation.” You groaned, rubbing the heels of your hands into your eyes. Arthur just had to try out that new spell of his didn’t he? He should have learned by now surely that they always failed!
He’d gone and done it now though, the twerp had somehow managed to reverse time on his body and as such was back in his younger days. Unfortunately, his mind had gone as well, which meant he was stuck as a pirate captain in these modern times.
Alfred had called you, asking if he could drop the pirate off with you as he knew you had a way of dealing with Arthur. Sighing you dragged a hand through his hair. “Whatever, can you even get him over here without him slicing you up?”
Alfred gulped. “I hope so. See you soon.” With that he hung up and you threw a gaze around the room. It wasn’t that untidy, but you started straightening the place up anyway. Who knows how he would react.
“Unhand me you dog!” Arthur squirmed against his bonds, his emerald eyes wide as he looked this way and that. “What the hell is going on?!” Alfred sighed and pinched his nose, bouncing him up higher on his shoulder.
“Just calm down dude and-“
“What the hell is a dude for heavens’ sake!” The American slacked a sigh of relief when he saw your house coming into view. It would’ve been easier to drive, but since Arthur was making such a fuss, he figured it would be safer to just carry him.
“Now put me down!!”
Alfred knocked on your door, using both his arms to keep the squirming Brit steady. “Is that- oh Arthur, what have you done to yourself?” You murmured, standing in the doorway.
The blond twisted around, wanting to see who was addressing him so familiarly. “Who do you think you are, you-“
He broke off the moment he got a good look at you, his jaw dropping. Alfred realised he was calm and set him on the floor gently, his gaze flickering uncertainly between the two of you. “Well, come in then.” You told them, turning and making your way inside.
“I say, who’s that lad?” Arthur asked under his breath, not completely certain you were a boy. But you were wearing trousers so you had to be. “Actually, that’s (y/n) and she’s not a ‘lad’, she’s a chick.”
Arthur frowned. “She’s a.... chicken?” Alfred groaned and let his head fall in defeat. “No, she’s a girl.”
“Well, why didn’t you say so sooner, you buffoon.”
After a couple of days, you’d managed to get Arthur somewhat used to his surroundings, though he wasn’t left anywhere near anything he could hurt himself with. The mixer and oven being a couple of these for example.
You didn’t know where from, but he’d managed to get a low-cut shirt from back in heyday, his tight trousers complementing his long legs nicely. He was on barefoot most of the time as you’d confiscated his large boots after he’d trudged mud all over the floor.
Currently he was cussing at the TV. “What?! That’s not a woman, that’s a whale!” You’d figured out that he enjoyed those makeover shows the most as he certainly conversed with the TV the most.
“She looks horrible like that, take that stuff off!” Taking the screen in his hands, he tried to swipe at the images on it. “What are you doing Arthur?” You asked, leaning on the doorframe as you watched him.
He blushed and extended his forefinger at the screen. “That stuff on her face...” he started. “It looks horrible, can you make it come off?”
“You mean makeup?” You asked, tilting your head to the side as you came to sit next to him. “Y-yes.” He said, looking at his feet as you shook your head. “It’s just the TV, I can’t change anything that happens on it.”
“What kind of sorcery is it?! It’s the devil’s magic I tell you!” He stood up and started to advance towards it before you gently took hold of his wrist and pulled him back down. With your other hand you turned the TV off and then patted his head.
“Don’t worry, it can’t hurt you, you know?” He straightened his back, his expression proud. “Are you forgetting that I’m the captain Kirkland? Or are you really just that dumb?” His insult hurt and you bit your lip. He could be such an arse at times!
Arthur chortled loudly, until he saw the look of pain on your face. “God, love, I’m, I didn’t mean to-“ Standing up, you waved his apology off with a sad smile. Even if he was an arse, he could still be that Iggy you knew and loved.
You turned red as you realised that in fact you did have quite the crush on him. As you wiped the counters down, you thought about your feelings for the Englishman. Yes, he could be mean and say things he didn’t mean to, but he could be so sweet as well. Even if he was a pirate now...
Looking up at him, you now figured out he was in debate with the radio. With a sigh, you went over to him to pry him away from it.
So what was the deal with you? You’d liked Arthur even before he’d returned to his pirate ways, no? What was the problem then? Sighing again, you stared up at the moon. “What’s all the sighing about?”
Arthur came to sit next to you on the roof, tilting his head towards you inquisitively. “Nothing much really.” You answered, leaning your head back to stare at the stars.
It was his turn to sigh now and your turn to ask him, so you poked his side with your foot to gain his attention. “What’re your sighs for?”
He rested his chin on his arms, looking out over your city that never seemed to be completely asleep. They were always twinkling little lights on somewhere. “I want to go back to sea love. I miss the feel of the waves against the hull, the unsteadiness of your legs on land when you return after a long time.”
He closed his eyes and you could almost see and feel what he was describing for you. “It would be hard to live as a pirate in this day and age, but you know if you want to, you can.” He looked up at that, a hopeful glint in his eye. “Really?”
Chuckling lightly, you nodded. “If you put your heart into it, you can do anything you want.” Arthur leant forward. “Then I’ll tell you something.”
Not knowing what he was getting at, you smiled and shifted closer to him. “Tell me.” Softly, he reached up to cup your cheek, his green eyes piercing yours. “You’re the only thing, that’s keeping me from leaving right now.”
With that, he inclined towards your stunned form, kissing your lips tenderly. When you still didn’t move, he drew back with an embarrassed blush covering his cheeks. “I’m sorry love. I’m sorry, I-I’ll leave now-“
His eye widened for a moment before they closed, enjoying the sensation of you tugging him back by the collar to kiss him again.
Arthur looked at his hands for a moment, then felt around his face. “I’m still the same aren’t I?” You nodded once, slightly confused. You’d explained how he’d turned himself back into a pirate when he’d first started staying with you as you and Alfred were desperately trying to find a way to break the spell.
It was at that point that the American had teased you about a true love’s kiss.
“Guess the spell’s too strong for a kiss to break it....” He muttered under his breath, then shot you a smirk. “Maybe some more intimacy would work.” Teasing you with a cocked eyebrow, he guided your lips back to his.