Blind!EnglandXReader - Just For You
After reaching your apartment with Arthur, you could practically feel the excitement leaking out of his body.
"So, Arthur..." you inquired as you rooted through your purse for your keys. "I understand you're excited to see your dog again, but why are you THIS excited? What's the special bond between you two?"
Arthur laughed sheepishly.
"Well... To be honest... It's because he's my only friend, and I didn't want to lose him..."
You gave him a sad look, lingering with the keys in hand. You tried not to make a sound.
"Ever since I was a little kid, people would always make fun of me because I was blind. I couldn't play ball, because I couldn't catch, I couldn't play tag, because I could never see where the other kids were..." Arthur looked down at the ground.
"No one ever played with you when you were little?"
"Well, there was one person... She was one of the nicest girls I ever met. It was before I lost my sight. We used to play together all the time, but then she moved away..."
"How sad..." you said to yourself. Putting the keys in the door, you decided it might be best to cheer him up.
"Well, to be honest, I would've played with you even if you were different," you said with a smile. Arthur beamed back.
"I appreciate that, love," he smiled. You opened the door and let Arthur inside, who stopped very close to the front door. He let out a sharp whistle.
"Roderick! Here, boy!" he shouted, staring off into the distance. The dog quietly padded over to him, and nudged his leg with a quiet whine. Arthur knelt down and started rubbing the dog's ears and head. You stood in the doorway, smiling, but with a sad feeling in the pit of your stomach. Everyone, different or not, deserves a friend.
Roderick started to lick Arthur's face, and he let out a cheerful laugh. He turned, and you caught a tear streaming down his cheek. You smiled. Arthur began to put Roderick's collar and leash back on as if he had done it a thousand times. Looks like being blind brought Arthur no disadvantages. He learned to do everything on his own, and judging from his clothes, he was pretty darn good at it. Arthur stood up and walked over to where you were standing.
"(Name), I want to thank you. Without you, I would've lost my best friend," Arthur said, his voice breaking slightly.
"It was my pleasure, Mister Kirkland," you replied.
"Please, call me Arthur," he smiled. "And I really can't thank you enough, (Name)." Arthur extended his hand, which you took, and shook.
Then, the unexpected happened. Arthur reached forward, grabbed you by the shoulders, and pulled you into a hug. Your eyes went wide and you turned as red as a beet. You smiled and returned his embrace. It was warm, gentle, and full of happiness and love. Yet, it was forlorn, like a certain coldness that mixed with his gratitude. Arthur suddenly drew back.
"I'm sorry, Miss (L/Name). I don't usually do things like that, I just..." Arthur chuckled sheepishly.
You chuckled. "Call me (Name). And it's okay, Arthur, we're friends now."