Dress Nicely (England x Reader)

[Y/N] couldn't believe it. Her first real date with England, the guy who she'd been crushing on since forever. And he was even taking her to a fancy restaurant! "Dress nicely," he'd said, and she did. [Y/N] was enamored with her dress as well as her new boyfriend. It was a beautiful [F/C] sleeveless dress, and it looked gorgeous on her.

Finally, the doorbell sounded through the house. [Y/N] all but flew downstairs and opened the door to England, who was smartly dressed as well. Best of all, he was holding out a flower to her.

"Good evening, [Y/N]," he said in that accent of his. "You look lovely."

"As do you, Arthur." she replied. "You're such a gentleman. Let me just put that in a vase and we can go."

As they pulled up to the restaurant, [Y/N] grinned broadly and bounced a little in the seat of the car, making Arthur smile. Gentleman that he was, he opened the car door for her. She could hardly believe she had managed to win the affections, however briefly, of such a wonderful guy. Together, they strolled inside. Arthur inquired about the reservation.

"Canceled? What on Earth do you mean, canceled?"

The employee of the restaurant looked up at England with a bored expression. "Just what I said, sir. All reservations for tonight have been canceled. Perhaps you can try again tomorrow."

"But-"

"Come on, Arthur." [Y/N] nudged the fuming nation towards the door. "Let's just go."

They were driving around aimlessly now. England was still fuming about their canceled reservation, and [Y/N] was doing everything she could to calm him down.

"Really, Arthur. It's okay." He turned to her as she said this.

"[Y/N], it's not. I feel terrible that I can't take you anywhere. The idea was for this to be the perfect date, and now it's not. We don't even have a place to eat."

[Y/N]'s eyes lit up. "Now that I can help with."

"This is just a diner."

"I know," [Y/N] replied. "This is my favorite place to eat, ever. They have food from all over the place, but their fries - chips - whatever you call them, they're the best."

Arthur looked at her. His face was practically the embodiment of confusion. "That's all well and good, but the two of us are all dressed up. We're going to be entirely out of place there."

[Y/N] grabbed England's hand and pulled him with her. "And that's just fine. Fitting in isn't everything."

Inside the diner, the two of them got a lot of odd stares. Here was a t-shirt-and-jeans establishment, being entered by a couple in fancy outfits. Arthur looked uncomfortable, but [Y/N] was determined to make him see that this could still be fun.

The waitress took their orders without batting an eye. After Arthur ordered, [Y/N] mimicked his proper way of speaking, which got a laugh out of both him and the waitress. It turned into a bit of a game. Throughout dinner, they exaggerated fancy mannerisms and acted as though this little diner really was a five-star restaurant. Finally, Arthur did the classic gentleman thing and paid for the check, which earned him a kiss on the cheek from [Y/N].

On the drive back to [Y/N]'s house, England turned to her. "You know, you were right. That was far more fun than I thought it would be. Perhaps we could go out again sometime?"

[Y/N] grinned and nodded. "Of course, Arthur. And be sure to dress nicely."