Englandxreader Artistic Dreams CH.1

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Arthur's pov
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I woke up on a friday morning, I sat up, rubbing my eyes. God If I haven't been diagnosed with insomnia, I would be sleeping happily and not sleeping durning a world conference meeting. I got up and looked out the window by my bed. I was expecting some sunshine. But no, It was pouring rain. As usual. I went to bathroom and took a shower. The cold water hitting my skin was a good feeling.

After I got out of the shower, I got changed into my green military uniform that I always wear.

I went downstairs and grabbed my umbrella and suitcase. My house is a mansion, and I lived by myself. Me, myself and I.
Before I lefted, I stopped and thought for a moment.

"Maybe I should go to the cafe, The one francis mentioned about," I mumbled.

I hate Francis Bonnefoy, I hate how he fools around with women and How he displays too much affection to everyone.
I opened the front door, with my umbrella and walked out into the pouring rain...

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RPOV
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My alarm clock woke me up. I swear, I'm going to kill that thing! I looked out the window by my bed. It was pouring rain for the second day in a row. Oh what a perfect impression to start the day! I got up and went to the bathroom and Looked at the bathroom mirror. I jumped up as I stared myself at the mirror. My hair is a mess! It was tangly and poofy. Thank the person who invented the brush! I took a shower then I brushed my (h/c) locks. I walked out of the bathroom with my hair neat and in a ponytail.

I looked at my dumb alarm clock and It was 6:55 am.

"Oh crap! I need to get there in 5 minutes!"  I exclaimed as I ran around my room, putting on my uniform. I work at a cafe, but I'm hoping to be a famous artist one day.

I ran to the door with my purse and umbrella in hand.
The cafe isn't that far from my house and that's good but the cons about it is that my co-worker, Francis, knows where I live and drops by my house like 5 times a week!

I was running to the cafe door, just then....

BAM!

I bumped into a young man with blond messy hair and big bushy eyebrows.
He was handsome.

"Oh I'm teribbly sorry Miss!" the man with a heavy british accent exclaimed as he kneeled down and helped me get up.

"It's okay!" I exclaimed as I got up. I stared into his green emeralds with my (e/c) ones. His eyes were so pretty. Then we both snapped out of it and I smiled sweetly at him.

"Maybe we should go inside." I exclaimed. "Before we get any wetter!"

I opened the door and let him in. As soon as I step foot into the cafe, A coffee and pastry aromas always welcomed me. It was a warming welcome and I loved it.  

"What's your n-" the thunder interuppted him and I didn't hear him.

I ran to my locker and put away my purse and umbrella. It was my turn to be the cashier today.
Then I heard a french laugh.
"Ohonhonhon!" Francis popped out of nowhere and grabbed me by the waist.
He has shoulder length blond hair and violet-blue eyes. He is one of the biggest perverts around. I hate him.

"Bonjour~ ________~ ma cherie!" Francis exclaimed as he let go of me.

"What do you want francis?" I hissed.

"I'm sorry but I 'ave to go to ze world conference. I'll be leaving early."

"Do you think I'm the boss? Tell the manager that, not me!" I said as I took out danishes out of the oven.

Francis then grabbed my butt and squeezed it. I turned bright red as a  cherry.

"Stop grabbing my ass francis!" I yelled.

I went to the cashier and the same man was there.

"Good morning sir, what can I get you today?" I asked with a smile.

"Good morning I'll have a earl grey tea and a danish." The man said.

"Coming right up sir!"

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APOV
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After I grabbed my danish and tea, I walked out of the cafe. Heading to the meeting.

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At the world conference, I couldn't stop thinking about the girl. She has beautiful (e/c)
eyes, (h/c) hair and (s/c) skin.
I ignored the arguments and comments about global warming.

"I'm in love," I thought. "I'm in love with her. I feel like we have a spark, even though we just met."

"But.... Who is that mysterious girl?"

To Be Continued...