You woke up to the rising sun. Completely relaxed, you stepped out of the hotel bed, forgetting the scratchy sheets as soon as your feet hit the floor.

You were visiting England, a wonderful place with many sights to see and people to meet. You had never visited any place quite as peaceful as London. In a daze, you lumbered out to the balcony, seeming to forget you were still in your pajamas. The outside was already bustling. It was peaceful in London, but it was also quite a ruckus. It was controlled chaos, however, and you found yourself already beginning to relax into the natural groove of the town. You sighed happily and let the breeze play with your (h/l) (h/c) hair for a while before walking back inside to the hotel room.

Humming a tune, you busied yourself by getting ready for the day. Today you weren't planning on doing much; yesterday you had seen all the major attractions. You were probably going to take a walk. A walk through the park would be nice with today's weather.

You pulled on some simple jeans and a (f/c) sweater before grabbing your purse and heading out for the hotel's free complimentary breakfast, the first item on your mental list.

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You entered the room. No one was there but a mom and her whiny kid. You chose a bagel from the counter and filled a cup up with juice. You quickly walked to a table as far away from the loud kid as you possibly could, but the kid's voice still carried out through the whole breakfast area. Mentally groaning, you quickly ate, not wanting to be near the whiny kid. You felt quite sorry for the mom, who had to deal with the kid every day. Gulping down your juice, you walked speedily towards the trash can, thrusting the Styrofoam cup and plate in and turning the corner as fast as you could.

Of course, you bumped into someone on the way. "Oh, excuse me," you said quickly, looking up at the man. There was something familiar about him. He had shaggy blonde hair and relaxed green eyes. But the thing that triggered your memory was his eyebrows.

"Artie?!?" You exclaimed, causing the man to groan.

"I should have known I'll run into you again, _______. And please call me Arthur." His comments only allowed your smile to grow bigger.

"Artie!" You thrust your arms around him in a bear hug. You felt his arms hesitantly wrap themselves around your waist before you stepped back.

Arthur and you had been best friends back in grade school, when he lived in (your country) for a short two years. In those two years, you and Arthur had been stuck like glue to each other, always hanging out and just generally messing around. It was very sad when he had to leave, but you were glad he was back.

Well, not really back, so much as here.

"So, do you live here, Artie?" You asked.

"Stop calling me Artie! And yes. You are here for a visit?" He responded quickly. You thought you saw a hint of a blush on his cheeks, but you brushed off the sight as a trick of the light.

"Yeah." You replied, bored.

"May I take you-" He began before you cut in.

"I've already seen the sights; I was just planning on going to the park or something."

He paused, already used to you cutting him off. "Then, can I come with you? I have nothing planned for today, and it really is a pleasure to see you again, ______."
You smiled. "That would be great!"

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…or so you thought.

"-he can be such a BLOODY GIT sometimes," Arthur complained. Your memory had chosen to forget just how Debbie Downer Arthur could be. He was currently complaining about one of his coworkers, Alfred, who just sounded like he was energetic to you.

"He sounds like a perfectly fine guy to me, Artie," you said, the voice of reason on his stormy cloud.

"Oh no, trust me, he's a git. One time…" You let your mind tune him out there. You needed to change the topic, and fast. You now had distinct memories of Arthur going on and on about something he was unhappy about. Why your memory chose to forget them, you would never know. But they would have been helpful now.

"________? Were you listening? I said, look at that place!" You tuned yourself back into reality and looked to where Arthur was pointing. It was a quaint little café, and the scent of pastries wafted in through the front door. You always had a love for (your favorite pastry), and you could smell its distinct scent along with other delectable smells. It was then you remembered your small breakfast.

You simply turned to Arthur and gave him your trademark puppy dog eyes. He subjected quickly.

"W-why don't we go in for a spot of tea and a treat, and then be on our way to the park?" Arthur asked, and you nodded eagerly. Again you thought you saw a light dusting of pink on his cheeks, but you chose to ignore it due to the scent of pastries begging to you.

"Well, then! Let's go!" You grabbed Arthur's arm and practically dragged him into the café. You were looking forward to eating pastries.

You didn't see Arthur's blush grow redder as you pulled him in.

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"Thish ish delishioush!" You exclaimed. You and Arthur had settled down in a small booth, and he was sipping tea while you stuffed your face with (your favorite pastry).

"For the sake of everyone in this café, please don't talk while you're eating, _______," Arthur said, averting your gaze. What really confused you was the blush. It was there again, in full force. You wondered briefly why, but you chose to ignore it. You would ask him later.

You swallowed. "So, how much farther of a walk is the park from this café?"

Arthur thought for a moment before responding, "It will be about a five minute walk at a brisk pace."

"What about how much time it will take at a relaxed pace?" You grinned, mentally laughing at yourself.

Arthur didn't respond, he only averted his gaze and blushed slightly. Sighing, you put a piece of (your favorite pastry) in your mouth. What was it with Artie and all his blushing?

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Finally, you had finished your pastry, Arthur had paid, and you were on your way to the park. It was around noon now, but clouds were beginning to cover the sun. You frowned. That was no weather to be hanging out outside. However, you had an escort, so you happily trotted alongside him.

You saw the park in the distance. It was a quaint little place. There was a playground, which some kids were happily playing on. Several benches dotted along the perimeter of the playground, which sat mostly parents watching their children. Just beyond the playground was a trail for walking, and Arthur led you in that direction. You smiled. Parks always made you feel happy, no matter what country they were in.

Along the way to the path was a small forest of trees. One tree stood planted apart from the rest, and from a branch hung a tire swing. You smiled, a plan forming in your head.

"Hey, Artie! Look at that tire swing!" He paused and turned to look at it.

"What about it, _______?" He asked.

You blushed slightly. "Do you want to ride that?" You asked.

"N-not really…" He trailed off, noticing the devilish smirk on your face. "_-_____, you wouldn't…!"

You cackled as he ran off in the opposite direction. You chased after him, laughing the whole way. You and Arthur were probably quite a sight to the other people at the park. You were two grown adults racing about the whole perimeter of the park. But to you and Arthur, this only brought back good memories of childhood happiness.

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After about fifteen minutes of chasing Arthur around, he finally agreed to let you push him on the tire swing.

"Buh-*huff*-but only because *huff* I'm tired…" He retorted as the two of you walked to the tire swing. You just laughed as – again – he blushed. Finally, you took up some resolve as he walked ahead.

You were going to ask him about all his blushing – you knew it wasn't sickness related.

"Um, Arthur?" You piped up, speed walking to match Arthur's pace.

He looked slightly shocked, as you hadn't used his nickname. "Yes, what is it, _______?" He had recovered his breath.

"U-um…" How were you going to put this? That you had been observing him over the course of your day together, and had noticed he was blushing a lot? That would seem strange to someone as gentlemanly as Arthur.

"N-never mind," you stuttered. "Just get on the swing."

Silently, Arthur complied, the tire swing dropping slightly due to Arthur's added weight. You sighed, pulled the swing back, and let go.

He hung on for dear life, as your force caused him to swing with alacrity. Almost angry, you pushed him harder as he yelled in protest.

The current feelings cascading through you were reflected in how far the tire swing was pushed. You were, at first, repulsed by the idea of Arthur having a crush on you, which caused you to push Arthur higher. But then, you had a sudden thought that Arthur liking you wouldn't be so bad. This caused you to only give the swing a tap every once in a while, which caused Arthur to slow down gradually. His protests died down. You then remembered that Arthur was only your friend, and you again felt repulsed by the thought of dating Arthur. This, again, caused the swing to fly higher.

But you couldn't fight it.

Over the course of just one day, you had fallen in love with your best friend, Arthur Kirkland. This was very sudden to you, and it didn't really make sense. It had happened too fast, too fast. You weren't close enough yet. You didn't really know Arthur.

However, some distinct memories of hanging out with Arthur back in grade school silenced your thoughts. You knew that Arthur was a terrible cook. You had a memory of eating something he had cooked, and faking happiness. That smile then, had made you blush. You knew that he believed in fairies. There was a big argument about this. The smile then, when you two had made up, made you blush.

Your most distinct memory was when Arthur had to move back to England. This memory, which was once so blurry, made itself clear to you now.

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"Hey, _______..." Arthur's quiet voice clearly spoke out as you were hanging upside down on the monkey bars.

"Yeah?" You asked, flipping down from the monkey bars to talk to Arthur.
"I-I just found out something today," he said, averting your gaze. His distraught face expression made you blush. Did he finally realize that he had a crush on you?

"W-what is it?" You asked slowly, your blush growing. The sounds of other children playing in the background faded as your heartbeat rose.

Arthur gulped. "I…I-I!"

The tension was building up for you. He was going to say it; he was going to say it!

"I-I'm moving away!" he yelped out before bursting into tears. You stood in shock, your elatedness crashing down into reality.  Finally, you chose to move.

"O-oh, Arthur!" You stepped forward and brought him into a hug. You began to feel your eyes grow misty. This was horrible. Your best friend was moving away. You didn't care where, only that he was going away from you.

"P-promise me," he said between sobs, "That you will visit me, in England,sometime, in the future?"

You felt a tear roll down your cheek.

"Hey, Mr. Kirkland! You must hurry, the plane leaves in a half an hour!" a voice called out from the pick-up-zone. A man in a suit was waving furiously, his face as purple as a grape. "Stop talking to your girlfriend and hurry up!" he yelled again.

Even with your sadness, you blushed that the man referred to you as Arthur's girlfriend.
"You have to leave now?" you asked, disappointed. You had hoped to make this a longer goodbye.  Arthur nodded in response. You then had a sudden epiphany.

"Hurry up!" the man yelled, and Arthur tensed in your grasp.

"I-I should probably-" but he was cut off from your lips clumsily pressed against his. Time seemed to stop for you two. The man's yelling faded off into the distance, as well as the excited yells of kids on the playground. Even with his confusion, Arthur kissed you back slightly. You pulled back, and he looked at you with a new sense of wonder. Time returned back to normal, and the purple-faced man grabbed Arthur by his shoulders, muttering something in Arthur's ear. Arthur turned back to look at you, but you had already run off in embarrassment.

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"Hey, ______! Stop it, I'm done!" You snapped back to reality as Arthur yelled at you.

You stopped pushing, and the swing gradually slowed down to the point where Arthur could hop off. He grumbled something about energetic people before turning to you.

"Is something on your mind, _______? You look troubled," he said, concern masking his previous expression.

You looked at Arthur with an intense gaze. It caused him to blush, but he didn't avert his gaze from yours.

"I remember," you said before hugging him. Everything made sense now. Why Arthur was blushing, why you had such conflicting emotions around him, everything.

"R-remember what?" Arthur asked, obviously knowing very well what you were talking about. He smiled, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

You simply brought his face down to yours and lovingly brushed your lips against his. You pulled back quickly.

"D-did that jog your memory?" You asked, ready to run, embarrassed, as you had when you were younger. He smiled at you, blushing.

"I'd say it did."

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It was four in the morning. You were awoken by an annoying buzzing on your right leg. Groggily, you reached in your pants pocket to grab your phone. There was a text from Arthur. You smiled. Just before you left, you had exchanged phone numbers with the guy of your dreams. You had promised that you would visit again next year.

It said only four words.

"Only 360 more days."

You sighed, smiling.

Arthur always had been impatient.