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England X Reader: Yesterday's Drive

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It's just another Friday night.  That's all it is.  I'm just going to be hanging out with friends.  That's it.'

                Or at least that's what you kept telling yourself on the drive up to the club.  It had been about a month since your break up with your long time best friend Arthur, and since the break-up you had been extremely mopey.  You two promised to still be best friends, but it was still awkward.

                Anyways, since the break-up, you're other best friends Elizaveta and Alfred had been trying their hardest to cheer you up.  This was their last big attempt they were going to make, and they were positive it was going to work.  They wouldn't tell you what it was exactly, but they gave you directions to the club, and to meet them there at 9 o' clock sharp.   

               Any attempt you made to get out of it only failed, so here you were, parked near by the club, ready for whatever the heck they had to throw out at you. Exiting the car reluctantly, you make your way to the doors of the club to meet up with your friends.

                You are 2 minutes early with no sign of them. Sighing, you lean against the wall and check your phone. Rereading your messages, you are positive you are where you are supposed to be. Out of nowhere arms wrap around your face and cover your eyes. Without hesitation you scream and swing your arm back, connecting it with something hard but squishy.

"oof! Dang _____! You hit hard."

                Turning around you see your friend Alfred bent over in pain, laughing. Your other friend Elizaveta is cracking up next to Alfred, and she hangs an arm over your shoulder.

"That was the best reaction ever!  It was almost funnier than the time I got scared and smacked Gilbert in the face with a frying pan because he startled me!"

                  Laughing at the memory, all three of you wipe tears from your eyes, and then you smack Alfred upside the head.

"Hey!  What was that for?"

"That was for scaring me you butt."

                Sticking his tongue out at you, he pulls you in for a hug.

"Aww you can't be mad at the Hero!  Anyways I got you to laugh so I win!"

                Sighing you roll your eyes at him, smiling.

"So what did you two drag me out here for anyways?  You know I need to get up early to mow the lawn tomorrow."

"THAT'S why we brought you out here _____. Ever since old bushy brows left you've been all mopey and doing nothing but isolating yourself."

         Pulling yourself away from Alfred, you tried to head back to your car, only to get stopped by an outstretched hand.   Turning around you see Elizaveta look at you with gigantic puppy eyes.

"Come on _____. Please stay?  We promise you'll have fun. We just want the old you back again. Please?"

                 Biting your bottom lip, you sigh and slump your shoulders.

"Fine. But if at any time I feel you guys are just wasting my time, I'm heading home. Deal?"

"Deal."

           With that settled the three of you walk into the club, arm in arm.

*Time Skip To An Hour In*

             You were sitting at the bar, cheek in hand, watching your two best friends dancing like idiots, smiling. Their big idea had been to drag you into the club, get drunk, hang out with all of their friends, and set you up with someone. They said they had someone in mind, but whoever it was hadn't shown up yet.  So until they showed up, you refused to touch any of the liquor.

             While watching your friends all become idiots, you felt someone tap your shoulder. Turning around, you just about fell out of your chair seeing who it was.

"____....it is you. Alfred said you would be here..."

          You did nothing but gawk at the blonde haired, green eyed man before you. He kept talking but you couldn't hear anything. You were lost in your thoughts.

'Why is he here? Why did Alfred tell him I was here? Oh dear lord I need to get out of here now. I can't handle this right now.'

        Standing up abruptly from your spot you, you cut Arthur off from whatever he had been saying.

"I need to go."

        That was all you said as you cut your way through the crowd to your friends. Pulling both of them aside, you were already on the verge of tears.  

"_____! What's wrong?? Who does the Hero need to go beat up?"

"Why don't you go beat up yourself you senseless jerk!  How could you tell Arthur I was here? Why is he here?"

            With each word you pound on his chest and start crying. Wrapping his arms around you, he calmly pats your head while Elizaveta strokes your hair.

"____.  I think you guys should try again.  You haven't gotten over him yet, it's obvious, and I don't think he's gotten over you yet either."

             Leaning your head on Alfred's chest, you continued to cry.

"W-why should I try again? He left me!"

"____...just trust us. Go back there and talk to him."

              With that they push you off to go talk to him. Spotting him slumped over at the bar, you sit down next to him nervously.

"Arthur...I'm sorry for leaving so abruptly."

             He looks over at you, and you can tell he's obviously drunk. He looks up at you so sadly.

"It's ok love. I probably would've done the same thing if I were you. God I don't even know why I came here anymore. I should go then."

         As he tries to stand up to leave, he falls over and lays on the ground. Worried, you stoop down next to him to help him back up.

"Are you ok Arthur?"

"Hmmm?  Yeah I'm fine. I can drive home."

         You rest your hand on his shoulder.

"Just how much have you had to drink?"

         He just shrugs and points to the bar. On the bar you see several mugs of empty beer. You've always known he couldn't hold his liquor, but that's just an insane amount.  Smiling just a tiny bit you hold your hand out.

"Give me your keys Arthur. I'll drive you home."

         He looks at you like you just sprouted a second head.

"What? No. Love I'm just fine. I can drive. I'm an especially good driver when I have a bit to drink."

           He tries to take a step forward but stumbles again. You grab onto his shoulder firmly.

"Arthur you aren't driving anywhere. Let me drive you home. Give me your keys."

           Reluctantly he hands you his keys, and you help him hobble out to his car. Opening the door for him, you buckle him in and drive off.

           On the quiet ride home he has his head leaned against the window humming softly. It sounds a lot like the song Yesterday by the Beatles but you aren't sure. His pitch gets off when he's drunk.

            After a while of awkward silence, the British man turns to look at you and mutters something. You have no idea what he said so you ask him to repeat it.

"I asked why you are driving me home?  I thought you would be so mad at me for showing up that you would just let me go."

             You stare straight ahead for a minute and turn to look at Arthur before you answer. Slowly you begin to speak, still looking at him.

"I'm taking you home because I still love you and still care about you. Arthur I could never get over you. I lo-"

          Before you could even finish your sentence you were silenced by a sudden screeching sound, followed by a loud crashing noise. Everything goes instantly black for you. No sound, no light, nothing.

            Had you still been able to hear anything you would've heard Arthur's frantic screams for you to come back. You would've heard the angry yelling match coming from outside your door when Arthur stepped out to yell at the driver. You would've heard just how drunk the other driver was and how frantic the ambulance people were, trying to get to you to save you.

             But,alas, you couldn't hear any of it. You were already gone. You were taken from your friends and your dearest and closest friend because of a drunk driver. You never got to hear Arthur as he leaned over your body to kiss your forehead to say goodbye and to tell you he always loved you. He never wanted to leave you, but he always felt he wasn't good enough, so he left.

*Time Skip To The Next Week*

            Now he wishes he hadn't been so stupid, and that he would've stayed. He wishes for so many things as he stands above your freshly dug grave. He cries softly and lays flowers over your grave.

"I'm sorry _____. I should never have left you, so that awful night wouldn't have come.  I'm so sorry."

         A faint breeze ruffles through his hair, and he looks around frantically, looking for you. With the breeze that flew through came a voice like yours with five simple words.

"I love you Arthur. Forever."
Hey guys! This is a contest entry (hopefully...if I'm not to late that is.) to a drinking contest. Good grief I hope this doesn't read too horribly.

I really hope you guys enjoy the story!! Hope England isn't too far out of character.

I do not own England, nor you.

Oh!! During the whole writing process I was listening to two songs, hence the title.

Yesterday by the Beatles
and
Drive by Incubus.

Comments are always appreciated!!

(Don't kill me for killing you!!)
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This makes me so pissed inmany levels. Like f you britian for breaking my heart and for being the case of my death. If you weren't stupid that would never happen. F America for not letting get over it . f the world