Can We Dance? Punk!EnglandxReader

Punk!EnglandxReader:
Can We Dance?

I talk a lot of (shh) when I'm drinking, baby,
I'm known to go a little too fast.
Don't mind all my friends, I know they're all crazy,
But they're the only friends that I have.
I know I don't know you,
But I'd like to skip the small talk and romance, girl.
That's all I have to say so, baby, can we dance?

Arthur never really believed in true love or anything to do with it either... till he met her. That party last night was where he had met the petite girl, _____ ______. She was quite cute, yet had a feisty attitude. Not one to be around parties she stayed far from everyone drinking a soda. The punk was with his only friends, Kiku, Francis and Alfred.
Though Alfred is his brother, but he still stuck around. For Francis and himself it was more of a frenemies type of relation. But he had to admit one thing: All his friends are crazy.
"Dude! Just go talk to her," his little brother said.
"I don't even bloody know her!" The blonde Brit replied.
"But if you love her, talk to her," Kiku said.
"Not that simple, I just admire her is all," Arthur pouted.
"Ah the blossom of amour with you, Arthur," Francis teased.
"Shut it Frog!"

Here we go again, another drink I'm caving in,
And stupid words keep falling from my mouth.
You know that I mean well,
My hands were meant for somewhere else.
Your eyes are doing naughty butterflies

Arthur sighed and gotten two drinks for himself and for the girl. He was a bit awkward but tried to play it well.
"Hello there, care for a drink?" He asked her.
She looked up from her book to noticed a blonde young man holding out a drink for her.
"It's not spiked right?" She asked, unimpressed.
"No, of course not."
The (nationality) hesitated for a bit before taking it, mumbling a thanks.

Oh, oh, one more drink and I should go,
Oh, oh, but maybe she might like me though.
Oh, oh, I just can't think of what to say,
Should I go, should I stay?
Just can't let her slip away.

I talk a lot of (shh) when I'm drinking, baby,
I'm known to go a little too fast.
Don't mind all my friends, I know they're all crazy,
But they're the only friends that I have.
I know I don't know you,
But I'd like to skip the small talk and romance, girl.
That's all I have to say so, baby, can we dance?

They two watched the crowd in front of them. Many dancing or just simply chatting with each other.
"Care to dance?" Arthur asked her.
She laughed, "for a punk you're quite a gentleman."
He smirked, "well I'm more of a punk than you think, love."
The (h/c) girl held his hand and was guided onto the dance-floor. The two danced a for a bit before the girl was the first to speak.
"You brought me onto the floor, yet I don't know your name," she said.
"It's Arthur, I am of the one hosts of the party."
"I seen you around school, always causing trouble," the girl replied, "but yet I noticed your in my honour's English with me."
"Strange, but like I ever pay attention to that bloody school," he said.

I was nearly in, but then came the pushy friend,
Killed the vibe and took my perfect ten away.
You know I need you, girl,
My heart's not made for someone else.
So save me here 'cause I can barely stand.

"I happen to notice you're not here with anyone," Arthur smirked, "you can be mine, if you wish that is."
"Maybe I'd like that?" The girl flirted back.
The two were so close till Alfred decided to switch the music and slow became fast.
"Alright dudes and dudettes! Let's party!" He exclaimed.
'Bugs! So close!' Arthur thought, 'bloody American git!'
He watched as his mysterious girl started to walk away. The blonde British boy looked around with no sign of her. That perfect girl, same class but never knew her. Why was that? He should have known.
He saw a few girls wave at him. The boy was quite popular around the school with his bad boy appearance and his band of course, but he only wanted one girl: That (h/c) haired girl, who's (e/c) eyes shone with mischief. Her (s/c) skin was luminous with the lights.

Oh, oh, one more drink and I should go,
Oh, oh, but maybe she might like me though.
Oh, oh, I can't take this any more,
Should I stay? Should I go?
It just can lead back to her door.

I talk a lot of (shh) when I'm drinking, baby,
I'm known to go a little too fast.
Don't mind all my friends, I know they're all crazy,
But they're the only friends that I have.
I know I don't know you,
But I'd like to skip the small talk and romance, girl.
That's all I have to say so, baby, can we dance?

The poor Brit soon reached his limits with his drink. Of course, he would become quite drunk in the end. He was about to give up hope when he saw a head of (h/c) walking towards the door. He was thinking it was someone else till he felt a tug and strutted over to her. Before she held onto the knob, Arthur held her wrist.
To both their surprise it was their partner from the dance earlier.

I've been a bad, bad boy
Whispering rude things in her ear,
Please say she'll break,
Please say she'll change
Her mind and bring me back to her place.

"Hello there love," he greeted her, "leaving so soon?"
She nodded, "not my type of crowd."
"How about a different type of entertainment?" He suggested, "just you and me," he whispered in her ear.
The girl's eyes widened before slapping him on the cheek. Arthur was shocked at first, but smirked.
"Feisty."
Before he could do anything else he was called up on stage with his band. The music played and even though he was drunk, he managed.

"I talk a lot of (shh) when I'm drinking, baby,
I'm known to go a little too fast.
Don't mind all my friends, I know they're all crazy,
But they're the only friends that I have.
I know I don't know you,
But I'd like to skip the small talk and romance, girl.
That's all I have to say so, baby, can we dance?

I talk a lot of (shh) when I'm drinking, baby,
I'm known to go a little too fast (a little too fast)
Don't mind all my friends, I know they're all crazy,
But they're the only friends that I have.
I know I don't know you,
But I'd like to skip the small talk and romance, girl.
That's all I have to say so, baby, can we dance?" He sang.

The crowd cheered. He searched around but couldn't find the girl anywhere. Shame, never knew her name. Might not even recognize her on Monday either.

~~~~~~
While his friends and himself hurried to clean before Alfred and Arthur's parents came home, a book caught the punk's eye. The same book the girl was reading. Opening it he found a message on a piece of paper on the front page.

                                                 Lovely dancing with you, hope to dance again.
                                                                            - _________ _________

                                                                      (xxx) xxx-xxxx