Fackin perfect England x Reader

     There he was, sitting all alone drowning his sorrows in beer once more.He watched the other couples kissing, making googly eyes, dancing, and just in general having fun.He hated himself right now.He had actually forgotten about the date he was supposed to go on with ___!The Englishman had shown up yes, but 3 hours too late!She probably hated him now.Arthur sighed and rested his forehead against the cool, counter, only lifting his head when he heard the stupid DJ announce a karaoke.Groaning he stood to leave when a certain someone's caught his ears.

"I wanna dedicate this song to my fantastic boy, Iggy!"

Said "Iggy" swiftly turned to see _____ onstage dressed up as P!nk. (Imagine the outfit however you want)He stood in shock as she began to sing.

"Made a wrong turn, once or twice,
Dug my way out blood and fire!
Bad decisions, that's alright,
Welcome to my silly life.

"Mistreated, misplaced, Misunderstood,
Miss-No-Way-It's-All-Good,
It didn't slow me down.
Mistaken, always second guessing,
Underestimated look I'm still around.

"Pretty, pretty please,
Don't you ever, ever feel,
Like you're less than, fuckin perfect!
Pretty, pretty please,
If you ever, ever feel,
Like you're nothing,
You're fuckin perfect, to me!

"You're so mean when you talk,
About your self, you were wrong.
Change the voices, in your head.
Make them like you instead.

"So complicated, look how we are makin,
Filled with so much hatred, such a tired game.
It's enough, I've done all I could think of,
Chase down all my demons, I've seen you do the same.
Oooooh Oooooh!

"Pretty, pretty please,
Don't you ever, ever feel,
Like you're less than fuckin perfect!
Pretty, pretty please,
If you ever, ever feel,
Like you're nothing,
You're fuckin perfect to me!"

Suddenly Alfred jumps out and starts singing the next part, stunning Arthur and confusing you.

"The whole world's scared so I swallow the fear,
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice-cold beer,
So cool in line and we try, try, try,
But we try too hard and it's a waste of my time.
Done lookin for the critics, cus they're everywhere.
They don't get my jeans, they don't like my hair,
Strange ourselves and we do it all the time!
Why do we do that, why do I do that, why do I do that?
YEAH!"

Singing together, Arthur stares at you.

"Oooooh pretty, pretty, pretty!
Pretty, pretty please,
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fuckin perfect!
Pretty, pretty please,
If you ever, ever feel,
Like you're nothing, you're fuckin perfect to me.

"You're perfect,
You're perfect.

"Pretty, pretty please,
If you ever, ever feel like you're nothing,
You're fuckin perfect, to me.

     As the audience clapped and cheered, you and Alfred jumped off of the stage and walked toward Arthur.Upon reaching him, you kissed his cheek.

"What was that?" he asked, blushing.

You giggled."A kiss,"

"NO," he said gesturing toward the stage,"THAT."
"Alfred told me you were really upset abut missing our date.THAT was a reminder of what I think of you."

The blonde blushed again."R-really?"

You hugged him around the waist."Of course!"

"Awwww!Iggy's face is red!" shouted America.

"Shut up you g- You cut him off mid rant with a kiss.Arthur smiled.You always knew just what to do to cheer him up.