A lie detector. A bloody lie detector. That’s what he bought me here for?! Arthur slammed his hands on the table. “Alfred, enough of this! This is ridiculous!” It was bad enough that the American’d dragged him to one of his infamous parties, but this was just plain stupid.
“C’mon dude, it’ll be totally fun!” He shouted, pulling Arthur back into the throng of people. “’Kay guys! Now’s the time we’ve all been waiting for! Time to hook Iggy up to the lie detector!” Arthur growled as the crowd cheered.
You frowned, as you were one of the few that actually got along with the Brit. “But he clearly doesn’t want to!” You called, feeling a large number of eyes trained on you. Arthur smiled gently, he liked you most out of all the people here.
You were nice to him for one, but also considerate, kind and funny. In short he adored being around you. Alfred brushed off your comment. “He’s got a choice! Either get hooked up to the machine or buy us all drinks!”
Gilbert and Mathias both cheered loudly, raising their mugs off beer. Arthur winced, those two alone would drink until it was physically impossible to drink more. “Ugh, I’d rather have the lie detector.” He muttered, rolling his cuffs up and sitting next to the machine.
“Gotchaa~” Alfred sang as he placed several wires on Arthur’s temples and several around his wrist. “So how is this going to work anyway?” Arthur asked, hoping it would be one of those toy things that would guess when you told a lie and then beep.
Unfortunately for him, this one could actually tell when a lie had been told based on how fast the heart beat, whether or not the pupils dilated and if the body-heat increased.
Alfred grinned, not answering. He merely licked his lips and switched it on. “Everyone with a question line up and take it in turns!”
Very quickly, as loads of people wanted to torment the Brit a single file was formed and the game started.
Most of the boys wanted to get him to admit his darkest, most embarrassing secrets, but as they were only allowed one question each to speed things up they often couldn’t make him spill the beans. The girls on the other hand wanted to know more cutesy things about him, things like if he had a crush.
“What colour is your underwear?”
“What the-!” he sighed, a retired look on his face,” blue.”
“How many girls have you kissed?”
“None.” He blushed a bit.
“Do you have anyone you like?”
He turned bright red and stammered a ‘no’, jumping when the lie detector beeped loudly. “Iggy, even if we didn’t have the machine, we’d be able to tell you’re lying.” Alfred said condescendingly.
“Okay fine! Yes I have got some I like, what’s it to you?”
“Who is it?!” He gulped and shook his head, the very tips of his ears burning red. “Tha-that’s none of your bloo-bloody buisness.”
The people crowded around him exchanged a mischievous look, each person wearing a sly grin. “Is she in this room?”
Realising that it was pointless to struggle, he hid his face in his hands and nodded. Even with his face covered, everyone could tell he was bright red. Now it’d just turned into a giant game of guess who.
“All girls get into the middle of the room!” Someone shouted, ushering them all to stand in a big group. “Wait! We are assuming this mystery person is a girl right?”
Arthur growled. “Of course she is!”
“Has she got (h/c) hair?”
“And what about her eyes? Are they a (e/c)-ish colour.” He sank lower in his chair. “Yes.”
Only about a quarter of all the girls were left and you found yourself surprisingly still surrounded by the squealing girls.
“You’ve known her for a long time? And you get along with her well?”
He looked at his feet. “Yes. Though even if she does know about my crush on her, I doubt it’ll lead to anything. She’s far too good to me in any case. Even if we just stay the way as we are now, I feel incredibly lucky.”
You bit your lip, feeling the flame of jealousy spring up in your veins. Whomever Arthur was talking about, he obviously thought very highly of her. And by the way the corners of his mouth were turned up and the blush on his cheeks, you could tell that his feelings for her were more than an infantile crush.
The people around him all ‘aww’-ed, not knowing the bossy Brit had a side like that to him.
But of course Alfred chose this moment to voice his suspicion.
“....It’s (y/n), isn’t it?”
Both you and Arthur went bright red, pretty much the equivalent of saying ‘yes’. Rubbing his hands together, Alfred smirked. “Guys, change in plan.”
A group of girls got hold of you and dragged you towards Arthur and after he was removed from the chair, you were strapped in his place.
“So tell us (y/n), do you like Iggy?” Alfred asked, a squirming Arthur in his arms. You tried to stand up and run for it, only to have yourself pushed back. “Wh-why would you even suggest such a thing?!”
“Because it’s obviously true.”
You turned in your seat, pulling your knees up to your chest to bury your face in them. “.....And if I said that I did?” You mumbled, though the momentary silence in the room allowed everybody to hear your confession loud and clear.
A volley of cheers and claps erupted, several pairs of hands disconnecting you from the machine and pushing you towards Arthur.
He was also shoved forward and the two of you met each other in the middle awkwardly. “So err....” He trailed off, his face crimson as he glanced at you. “Yeah....” Even though your gazes locked only for a moment, you immediately caught on.
After gulping, his green eyes darting towards the door, the two of you sprinted towards your exit, slamming it behind you and running down the street, your coats half hanging off of you.
“That was interesting night wasn’t it love?” Breathlessly, you nodded and grinned at him. Then you saw a double meaning behind his pet name for you. “Am I really your love?” You asked, hoping for an affirmative answer.
He blushed and looked straight ahead of him. “Only if I’m your love.”
The wind racing through your hair, you stopped, leaping straight at him so he fell backwards. “Of course you are! And you don’t need a liedetector to check it!”