Terms used in this fan-fic:

F/N : Full Name
Y/N : Your Name
B/F : Best Friend
Haphephobia: Fear of being touched and hugged
caffè ragazza: Coffee girl
Sì, signore?: Yes, sir?
Guten Tag, hübsches Mädchen: Good day, pretty girl.

{Enjoy!}

آپ gaze across the room inside Worlds Cafe. It being an early Sunday morning, as in 3:34 early, business was extremely slow and only two people where in the cafe. آپ are not, in face, looking at the 20 سال old Italian who has thick, dark brown hair with Green eyes and a black business suit, but at the British bloke with blond hair, moss green eyes and a distant look in his eyes.

"Coffee girl!" snaps the Italian, causing آپ to jump, "Coffee. Here. Now." آپ Smile at the man. "Right away sir." آپ say cheerily. آپ grab the pot of black coffee and gracefully walk over to the Italian. آپ poor his coffee and he grumbles out a 'thank you.' آپ turn to walk away, but the Italian say, "Wait for a moment, caffè ragazza." آپ turn roll your eyes once before آپ turn around. "Sì, signore?" آپ ask, choosing to use Italian in hopes that آپ will get a good tip.

"Call me Romano." Says the Italian, "I just have to know. Are آپ from Britain?" آپ smile wider. "Yes I am. Derby, sir- I mean, Romano." The Italian Has a smug look on is face. "Okay then. Ciao, caffè ragazza." The Italian Throws some bills on the میز, جدول and leaves.

After the Italian is out of sight, آپ sigh. Faking cheeriness is a challenge when آپ run a 3:00am to 9:00am shift. آپ count out the bills, take the tip آپ earned, and begin to clean up the table. آپ place the coffee mug and the plate on the tray and آپ bring it all to the back to be cleaned سے طرف کی the janitor. When آپ come back, آپ look at the British fellow again. This time, آپ see him looking directly at a fairy that it sitting on the sugar shaker. آپ seem to attract mythical creatures everywhere آپ go. آپ glance away from the brit and start to make some مزید black coffee.

After آپ finish that, آپ look up at the Brit again. This time, he was looking at you. The British man's arm slips and he knocks over his coffee. آپ stop what you're doing and آپ go over to make sure that he's okay.

"Are آپ okay, sir?" آپ ask with genuine concern. The brit stands up, face flushed. "I-I'm fine!" He says quickly. The only thing he manages to do سے طرف کی standing up is nearly knocking over the table. آپ catch it and place it in it's upright position. "Just کلیم down for a second, why don't you!" آپ exclaim. آپ look at the british fellow and آپ drag him into the back. "You need a new shirt." آپ say flatly, "There are some in the back.I think a mad last week left a tie here so maybe آپ can use that.

"T-thanks." says the brit. آپ sigh and دکھائیں him to the room. "Find one that fits and come out when you're done changing." آپ say. The brit nods his head and آپ walk out. آپ take a rag and clean up the mess that the brit had caused. After a منٹ یا two, the spill is erased and the میز, جدول is in it's upright position. آپ glance towards the counter and see that the man is finished changing.

آپ walk up to him. "Well," آپ say, "Thank آپ for making my shift interesting... What did آپ say your name was?" The Brit jumps. "I-I'm Arthur Kirkland, human personification of Britain. I-I'm here for a meeting." آپ raise an eyebrow. آپ are good at finding lies, but this bloke appears to be honest. "Well, I'm F/N." Britain smiles at you. "Pleasure." he says as he sticks out his hand for آپ to shake which آپ regard it nervously. "Quite." آپ say.

Britain looks past you. "You should have let me help. with the spill I mean." he says. آپ laugh. "It was nothing." آپ say, "Plus, if I let آپ help, I would get in trouble with my boss." Britain nods his head.

For a while, the two of آپ stand in silence. Suddenly, Flying Mint-Bunny fly's and lands on your shoulder. آپ smile and scratch his head. "You can see... آپ can see flying mint bunny!?" Exclaims Britain. Your eyes widen. "You can see Flying Mint-Bunny?!" آپ ask in equal confusion. Suddenly, آپ are hugged سے طرف کی Britain. "I thought I was the only one!" He exclaims. آپ scream and push Britain away. In you're mind آپ are actually very pleased with the fact that a complete stranger, and a cute one too, had hugged you, but your extreme phobia caused آپ to do otherwise.

Britain blushed and released آپ from the hug. "Sorry." he says. آپ sigh and smile softly. "It's okay." آپ say, "I just have a fear of being touched of hugged. Haphephobia I think it's called." Britain nods his head. Britain pulls out a pen and a sticky note. "We should talk sometime." He says as he scribbles down some information. He hands آپ the sticky note, careful not to touch you. آپ smile and put the paper in your pocket. Britain hands آپ an american $10.00 bill and walks towards the door. "Goodbye, Britain!" آپ say. Britain smiled and leaves.

{Magical time kip}

At around 8:57, your replacement, B/F, comes to take his/her shift. "Hey, Y/N!" he/she says, "Good shift?" Your friend is aware that آپ never have good shift's and it was made a joke between آپ two. "In fact yes!" آپ say. Your friend raises an eyebrow. "Oh?" آپ giggle. "Not explaining! Bye!"

آپ head about the town all swaged out in your Doctor Who sleeveless hoodie, your black skinny jeans, and your red high tops. آپ put your headphones in your ears and black the music. آپ walk around town for about thirty منٹ before آپ stop. In front of you, is a building. The building had four flag poles all of them filled the flags of many different countries. آپ enter the building.

As soon as آپ enter, آپ are met the sounds of many people talking in different languages. آپ understand the German, Canadian French, Italian and Japanese, but everything else is like gibberish to your ears. Suddenly, آپ are pinned to the wall. "Guten Tag, hübsches Mädchen." Says the albino in front of you. آپ flinch away. "Sid off!" آپ spit at him, masking your fear with toughness. The german smiles. "Awww...feisty isn't she? However, I have always liked a girl with an attitude." The German touches your face. آپ scream.

"Y/N!" آپ hear someone say. there is a movement through the crowd of people. Suddenly, Britain pushes his way through the crowd. "Britain!!" آپ scream. آپ shrink down into a ball on the floor and cover your head with your arms. آپ plug your ears and refuse to open your eyes. آپ sense that the albino is no longer hovering over آپ and آپ open your eyes to see what is going on.

آپ see the albino on the floor, knocked out, and Britain sitting in front of you, worry in his eyes. آپ unplug your ears and listen to what Britain is saying to you. "Y/N. Are آپ okay? Prussia isn't going to bother آپ any more. Please tell me that you're okay!" آپ wipe the tears off your face hastily. "it's just.. it's just my Haphephobia. I'm sorry. I'm so... sorry." آپ pass out.

{Magical time skip}

When آپ wake up, آپ find yourself looking into a set of familiar green eyes. "Is she awake yet, Artie?" آپ hear an American say. Britain turns around and nods his head. آپ groan. "Where am I? How did I get here?" آپ say groggily. Britain smiles sadly. "You're in the lounge area of the World Conference building in New York. America carried you- Y/N? Are آپ okay?" Your eyes widen. آپ were CARRIED? Touched? آپ start to panic. "I was touched?" آپ say quietly, "I-I... why? Why couldn't آپ have just left me there? I would have been fine and-"

Britain kisses you. At first, آپ are in shock. This was the highest form of being touched. Slowly, as he continues to kiss you, آپ start to relax and feel pleasure. The kiss was nice... his touch was nice, too. Britain stops kissing آپ for a moment. "Y/N, I know I just met آپ this morning, but I know that آپ are the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I don't care if آپ have Haphephobia. I can work with that. I love you."

آپ smile. Just a few منٹ ago, آپ were in a panic, and now, آپ craved for his touch. "I think," آپ say, "I think I love آپ too." For a while, the two of آپ kissed, not caring what America was in the room. Eventually, America pulls آپ two apart and says, "Alright! Show's over! Get a room!" آپ giggle and look deep into the British blokes moss green eyes. He really was the one آپ wanted to be in love with. Better yet, he helped آپ get over your Haphephobia.

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I'm sorry if this was complete crap!!! I was in a rush and I got caught up in a lot of other stuff! I always write the original plan out in my notebook, but i guess i got sidetracked! Anaaaanywho, please give me suggestions for مزید X Readers! I've already written a Poland X Reader with two parts and now a Britain X Reader. Have a lovely day!

Yours truly, kid_symmetry