Nanatsu no umi wa niwa dakan-na
Roman to ryakudatsu
Indo, HonKon, bessou chi kei ei
You smiled as you watched Britain sing into the microphone, out of all the countries, you thought Britain had the most amazing voice. His voice fit in very well with rock music that was playing, though his voice was outstanding in any of the songs he sung. Eyes scrolling over the English lyrics, you giggled at the fact that the song matched his personality so much.
There are things I believe in!
Fairies, curses, ghosts, magic
My sarcasm is in good taste
Laugh, laugh, go forward!
Yep, those were some lyrics that matched the personality of a certain Arthur Kirkland right there. Tapping your foot to the beat you hummed along to the words. You had made Arthur sing the song to you so many times you knew it by heart, you couldn't help yourself, he was just so good at singing!
All's well that ends well! Sousa!
Hiniku demo tashinaminagara
Waratte, waratte, susume--!
As he finished the last verse, you checked the lyrics sheet to make sure he had no more verses to sing before pressing the record button, stopping the recording as the last note the band played finished. Sitting back in your seat, you looked to see how Britain was fairing in the small booth before grinning. Beads of sweat dripped down to his bushy eyebrows and going down his face, he was panting and had an accomplished smiled on his face. Standing up, you grabbed a small towel and a bottle of water before you went inside the booth.
"Amazing as usual, Mr. Kirkland, your abilities in singing never cease to amaze me, "You said in a teasing tone while handing him the towel and bottle "But seriously, you did an awesome job, Britain."
"Why thank you, love. I'm glad you liked it."The country chuckled as he wiped his face with the cloth before putting it down, then drinking the water.
"You are quite welcome; I think that was the best one yet! I really do wonder how you aren't a famous star right now!" You wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a small peck on the lips and you felt him wrap his arms around your waist.
"A country and a famous singer?! My dearest __________ that might be a bit much for me to handle" He said smiling down at you. "Besides with all those fangirls I'd have to deal with, you might not like a thousand girls chasing after your boyfriend." He laughed, knowing that you could get jealous easily."
"Hey! Who said it'd be a thousand, it could be less?!"You muttered as you looked at his chest, ignoring Britain's reply of "Or more".
"It wouldn't matter though, love, because I'd still love you anyways," You smiled at the slightly cheesy line before pulling your boyfriend in for a kiss. You had always been a sucker for cheesy, slightly cliche phrases. His hand caressed your cheek as his tongue slid over your bottom lip, practically making you melt. However, you were able to break away from the country's intoxicating lips when you realized where you two were.
"Um Arthur, love" You mumbled as you glanced around the room and winced slightly as Britain trailed soft kisses down your neck. It was getting hard to try to stop this, especially if you didn't want to. "We're still in the sound booth and someone could come in" Your boyfriend suddenly paused his actions and you knew why, he was thinking about France or America possibly walking and catching you two. This made you roll your eyes; he never liked a lot of PDA.
Slowly you let go of Arthur and began to walk out of the studio, humming Absolutely Invincible British Gentleman as you when. You paused your humming as you felt a familiar arm wrap around your waist before smiling as your (e/c) eyes met a pair of emerald ones. Continuing the song, you happily walked out the room.