Punk!EnglandxBlind!Reader Dog days are over

Arthur slung his guitar over his shoulder, letting out a yawn as he followed his way too nervous band mates.  
He and his band mates, Alfred, Ivan, Francis and Yao, all attended a famous music academy and were one of the top students in the academy.
Arthur played guitar and sang, Alfred and Ivan sang back up, thou Ivan played bass as well, Francis was on keyboard, Yao played drums and they called them self’s ‘Shadow Kings’.
At the end of the year, the academy made all its students compete in a competition, not hosted by them, for their final grade, and they usually won.  There was prize money involved, but Arthur wasn’t sure how much, seeing as how he let the others spend it. He sung for the thrill of being up on the stage, the adrenalin rush it gave you, and being able to make people happy with just you voice.  Not for the money and fame.
“Are you coming?”
“Obviously, or else I wouldn’t be walking.” Arthur grumbled, shooting the grinning French men an annoyed look.
“Wake up on the wrong side of the bed, did we?” Francis’s grin widened, and Arthur narrowed his eyes at him. Waking him up at 6:30 in the morning for band practice? Yeah, he was gonna be a little peeved.
“Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father”
Arthur stopped, his eyes widening slightly at the soft voice.
“Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers”
He turned his head, blinking at the door leading to one of the many music rooms.  It was only open a few inches, and as he made the necessary steps to it, the voice grew louder.
“Leave all your love and your longing behind”
He slowly pushed it open, his eyes fully widening. Sitting in the window seat, arms around your knees, was (Name), softly singing.
Everyone knew you as the ‘blind girl’, but very few knew your real name.  You were blind and an only child, but despite not being able to see, you were very independent, but never really talked to anyone.
Arthur took a step into the room. You sounded beautiful, and with the soft morning light shining through the window and onto you, you looked beautiful.
“Hey, Arthur!” You stiffened, cutting off your singing.  Arthur cursed silently, and then walked out of the room, yelling at Alfred, who had called to him.

oOo

You listened, still ridged, letting out a sigh of relief when the footsteps finally faded.
You hadn’t noticed when Arthur came into the room, and when he was made known, you got scared.  You can always tell when someone is walking up to you, even if you can’t tell who they are, and when Arthur walked in on you, well, it just wasn’t something you were used to.
“(Name)?”
“Mrs. Nelson!” You turned your head towards her voice, letting a smile break out.  She was your teacher, and her voice always was comforting to you and you could recognize it in an instant.
“I thought I would find you here.” The cushion sank to your right, and you turned your head. This was your favorite music room, and since not many people came in here, you had staked a claim to it.
“Have you chosen a song yet?” She asked quietly.  You blinked once. Was that concern you heard in her voice?
“Yeah, Dog days are over by Florence and the Machines.” You mumbled, looking back down.  There was a moment of silence and Mrs. Nelson let out a sigh before speaking.
“Are you sure you’re going to be OK up on that stage alone?” She asked.  You nodded once. Mrs. Nelson put a comforting hand on your shoulder, and then swiftly walked out. Once your heard the click of the door being closed, you sighed and rested your head against the cool window.
In all honesty, you didn’t think you were going to be OK on the stage. This was your first time going up on stage, alone, but you had to be OK. The prize money was just enough to get laser surgery to restore your sight.  And you wanted to see. You wanted to see so badly.

oOo

“What were you doing in that music room anyway?” Alfred asked, dropping himself onto the plush chair. They had their own room to practice, which Arthur thought was extremely over rated.  Just because they were the top band in the academy, shouldn’t mean they got the best of everything.
“Doesn’t matter.” Arthur snapped, his head falling onto the pillow on the couch. He closed his eyes and laid his arm across his forehead.
“Jeez, sorry I asked.”  Alfred frowned at the brit, and then grinned. “Was it a girl?” Arthur scoffed.
“So it was, wasn’t it? Was it love at first sight?” Arthur shot him a glare.
“Have the git’s picked a song yet?” He asked rather harshly.
“Er-“ Alfred looked over at the bickering trio. “That would be a negative captain, and don’t change the subject!”  Arthur groaned and rolled over, ignoring Alfred and pulled a pillow over his head. At least he could get some sleep in this room.
As he listened to the rest of the group argue, his mind slowly drifted back to you.  He knew the song you had been singing, and you had hit every note perfectly.  You always blew the crowd away every year at the competition, but had never won, which always broke his heart. If anyone deserved to win, you did.
Arthur quickly sat up, throwing one of his pillows to the ground, startling the rest of the band.
“Arthur?”  Ivan looked at him curiously. “Is everything alright?”
“Yeah.” Arthur’s face had gone flush and his eyes gleamed with excitement. “I-I’ll be right back.” Before anyone could stop him he had jumped off the couch and bolted out the door.
“Is this one of his brilliant plans again?” Alfred asked, blinking.
“I hope not.” Yao mumbled.

oOo

Arthur walked swiftly down the hall, trying to remember where the music room had been.  He was pulled out of his thoughts by the same singing voice he had heard before.
“Ah-(Name)!” He had looked up to see your (h/c) hair bouncing behind you as you walked out of the music room.  You stopped, and Arthur stretched out an arm to place on your shoulder, and as he pulled up to your side, he drew it back, not wanting to scare you.
“Arthur, right?” You asked. Arthur blinked.
“H-how did you know?”
“I remembered your voice.” You said quietly.
“O-oh.”  (Name) turned around, and Arthur froze. Your eyes were a misty (e/c) instead of the usual molten grey, and they were…beautiful. (A/N I have no freaking clue how blind people’s eyes look…)
“Can I help you?” Arthur blinked, and then shook his head.
“Um…” He should have really have thought this out.
“W-would you like to join our band for the competition?” You blinked a few times, and Arthur sucked in his breath. Yeah, he really should have thought this out.
“Why would I do that?” You finally asked.
“Don’t know,” Arthur replied, decided to go with his usual cheek. “Never met you.” He was shocked when you let out a soft giggle.
“I’ll think about it.” You smiled, and then walked off, a hand brushing the brick walls.  Arthur crossed his arms and smirked.
‘Love at first sight, huh?’

oOo

As you walked away from the brit (you picked up his accent), the blush you had been fighting down finally came up, heating your face.
You had giggled. In front of someone you barely knew! Not to mention he just so happened to be the most popular guy in school, and he asked you to join his band!
Your hand came to a door knob, one that you recognized as your dorm, tore the door open and fell onto the bed, burying your head in your pillow. You had your own dorm, much to the principal’s and your mother’s annoyance.
Normally you would turn down any invitation to a band, as people only wanted to use you, but something about his voice told you he didn’t want that. That he really wanted to help you. You groaned. ‘What am I gonna do!?’

oOo

“Dude, where have you been?” Alfred looked up from a music sheet when Arthur burst into the room. He ignored him, instead going over to the file cabinet. After a few minutes of furious digging, he pulled out music sheets, and then slammed them down on the table.
“Dog days are over?”  Alfred read the title, and then looked up at Arthur. “What made you want to do this song?”
“I asked (Name) to join our band.”
“EH?!”
“Why would you do that?” Ivan looked at the blond in shock. Arthur however, just shot him a glare.
“Because she deserves to win.” He said. “And I honestly think she wants to be up on that stage with someone.”
“OK.” Yao sat on the couch. He could see where he was coming from.  “But why this song?”
“It was the one she was singing when I heard her.”
“Did she agree?” Alfred asked.
“No,” Arthur looked down. “Not yet at least.”  Everyone grew silent, till Francis broke it.
“Well, how about we go to meet her tomorrow?” He looked around the room. “If Arthur wants’ her, then she must be good.”
“Alright.” (A/N: Does this part seem a bit rushed to you guys?)

oOo

You were sitting on one of the many benches outside, softly humming to yourself.
You had spent a good portion of the night thinking about Arthur’s offer till you finally fell asleep, but when you woke up, the thought came rushing back. So, you made your way to the bench under the willow tree, where you always came to think.  Although it scared you at first to come back after you lost your sight, your mother would lead you here till you could come on your own.
You were pulled out of your thoughts by approaching footsteps, and you stopped humming.
“Don’t stop now, love.”
“Arthur?” You turned your head towards his voice, widening your eyes slightly.
“The one and only.” His voice sounded much closer, and after hearing a soft ‘thump’, you figured that he had sat down next to you.
“What are you doing here?” You asked, looking back down.
“I wanted to introduce you to the rest of ‘Shadow Kings’.” He said calmly.
“Ah, O-OK.” You weren’t really sure how that was going to work, but, whatever.
“I am Francis,” You blinked at the French accent. “And I must say you are simply beautiful.” You felt the heat rise in your cheeks.
“Oi!” Arthur smacked the back of his head, which was quickly followed by a ‘Why you son of a-’.
“Are they fighting?” You asked.
“They always are.” You heard a sigh. “I’m Yao by the way, and this is Ivan.”
“Hello (Name).”  After the light Asian accent there was a deep Russian one.
“And I am Alfred!” this time there was a bouncy American one.  
“Hello.” You said, tucking away the voices and names, and who they belonged to, inside your mind. It was easy to remember voices, but you always had a little trouble with names. Arthur was really the only one you had been able to remember…wait what?
“Francis was right though,” Alfred chirped. “You are really pretty (Name).”  You were pretty sure that your face was beet red, so you looked down, clamping your hands together in your lap, murmuring a barely audible ‘you think so?’
Alfred hummed in response, and then yelled at Francis and Arthur.
“Will you two get over here?” He snapped.  Arthur shoved Francis away from him, and stalked back to the bench, throwing himself onto the wooden seat.  Once Francis had crawled over, Alfred continued.
“Do you think you could sing (Name)?” He asked.
“I-uh,”
“You don’t have to sing a whole song…” Yao trailed off.
“Alright.” You took a deep breath, closed your eyes, and started to sing.
“Happiness hit her like a train on a track
Coming towards her stuck still no turning back
She hid under corners and she hid under beds
She killed it with kisses and from it she fled
With every bubble she sank with her drink
And washed it away down the kitchen sink.”  You finished the first verse and slowly opened your eyes. You started to fiddle with the hem of your shirt, wishing you could see their reactions.
“(Name),” Alfred spoke up, and you froze. “Welcome to ‘Shadow Kings’.”

oOo

As you and the band were heading back to their rehearsal room, Arthur had taken your hand.
“W-wha are you doing?” You asked, feeling your face heat up.
“You’ve never been this way before, have you?” Arthur asked, looking back at you.  You shook your head. “Then let me lead you, OK?”
“O-OK.”  You mumbled, tightening your grip on his hand.  After many turns you finally arrived at your destination. Arthur pushed open the door and lead you in, explaining how this was the band’s room.  He then led you over to one of the arm chairs.
“Can you tell me the layout of the room?” You asked. “You know, so I don’t run into anything.”
“Sure thing!” Alfred chirped.  In the back there was the interments, set up how they would be on stage, then in the farthest corner was the file cabinet were all the music was stored, and 10 paces from the door, (Alfred counted) there was several arm chairs to the left, a couch to the right and a coffee table in the middle.  When you walked around the room, true to Alfred’s room, everything was where he said it would be.
“Thanks’.” You murmured, sitting back down. You were then told that they would be doing ‘Dog days are over’ (much to your relief), and that you could sing with them later, seeing as how you already knew the song.
The whole week went by like this, with days spent in the band room, practicing, throwing jokes around, like one big family. And as you opened up, singing and laughing along with them, you found that this is the happiest you had ever been since you lost your sight.
When it reached the end of the week, the band had one final practice.
When you finished the last note, you took a deep breath, and then let the microphone in your hand fall to your side.
“How’s that?” You asked.
“Amazing.” Arthur put a hand on your shoulder, and you smiled.
“I’m going to take (Name) back.” You blinked. You knew your way back, so why…? Before you could ask, Arthur was already leading you out the door.  The two of you walked in silence, till Arthur asked in a quiet voice,
“How did you lose your sight?” Your breath hitched in your throat. Arthur, noticing your silence, said quickly.
“You don’t have to answer-“
“N-no, you-you deserve to know.” You took a deep breath, and then continued.
“When I was four, me and my mom got in a pretty bad accident. I got a pretty bad head injury, and I was stuck in the hospital for the longest time. When I was discharged, a few weeks later, my vision would go all fuzzy for periods of time, each time longer and longer. Eventually it would black out for awhile,” You felt your throat tighten, and tears pricked the corner of your eyes. “I had learned to live with it. Then, colors started fading, and when I turned 14, it went black, and-and never came back.”
You had come to a stop outside your dorm, and Arthur pulled you into a hug. Your eyes widened, but you then closed them, wrapping your arms around his neck, letting the tears you held in for so long fall silently.
“Come on,” Arthur pulled away from you, caressing your cheek as he brushed away the tears with his thumb. “Let’s go practice on more time.”
The two of you sat on your bed, and Arthur started to strum his guitar, then you started to sing.  His voice joined yours, and it sounded so perfect. When your voice rose, his would fall, blending together and creating a perfect harmony.
When the last note faded, you slowly held up a shaking hand.
“Arthur, c-can I…?” Arthur gently took your hand, leading in to his cheek. Your hand ghosted over his cheekbones, finding its way to the brit’s hair. You tangled your fingers in it, not stopping him when he pulled you closer to him. His hand cupped your chin, and he gently tilted it, and then slowly brought his lips to yours.
You didn’t pull away, but kissed him back, your other hand tangling itself in his hair, while Arthur’s hand rested against your back. When you pulled apart, Arthur buried his nose in your hair
“I love you.” He whispered. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”

oOo

Today was the day of the competition, and, so they could fit everyone in, it took the whole day. ‘Shadow King’s’ were scheduled to go sometime in the late afternoon.
“So Arthur, you never came to the dorm last night.” Francis looked over at Arthur, who was fiddling with his guitar.
“So?” He asked, strumming a few cords.
“So, what were you doing?” He asked, plopping onto the couch next to him. Arthur looked up at Francis, shooting him a glare, and then looked back down.
“It’s none of your freaking business.”  
“Oh, but I think it is my business.” Francis leaned in, and Arthur smacked him upside the head, causing him to fall off the couch.

oOo

“So, seeing as how Arthur never came back, I’m assuming he finally confessed to you?” Alfred was leading you around the stage, telling you where everything is going to be positioned and so on. (The competition didn’t start till 9, and it was 8:30)
“Oh,” You felt your face heat up, and you looked down. “Y-yeah, he did.”
“And you said?”
“I said that I loved him too.” You mumbled. Alfred grinned.
“Well good for you two.”

oOo

The competition had started, and your turn was fast approaching.  Arthur, seeing you fidget in your seat, grabbed you hand.
“Is everything OK?” He asked quietly.
“I-I’m scared.” You mumbled.
“Why? You’ve done this plenty of times.”
“I know, but,” You squeezed his hand. “I never know if there just clapping because they feel pity for me or not…”
“(Name),” Arthur looked at you. “You sound absolutely amazing, and you look amazing. They clap, because they really enjoy how you sing.”
“Y-you think so?”
“I know so.”

oOo

“And next, we have ‘Shadow Kings’!” You gulped as the curtain opened.  Arthur shot you a smile, and then started to play his guitar.
“Happiness hit her like a train on a track” As the music picked up pace, your confidence grew, and you cracked a smile when Arthur started singing with you.
“Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your love and your longing behind
You can’t carry it with you if you want to survive
The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses?
‘Cause here they come”
The crowed started cheering and you gripped the microphone tighter, letting Arthur’s words run through your head.
“And I never wanted anything from you
Except everything you had and what was left after that too, oh” Arthur had started singing with you again and you couldn’t help but turn your smile into a grin.
“The dog days are over
The dog days are done
The horses are coming
So you better run.” As the last note faded, the crowd went wild, and you keep grinning even after the curtain closed and Arthur led you back stage. You let out an ‘oof’ as you were pulled into a group hug, with you in the middle.

oOo

“We won’t know for sure if we won or not till 11, but,” The competition had ended, and back in the band room, Alfred had thrown himself onto the couch. “We won.”
After everyone had sung, the judges were given an hour to decided who won, (The competition ended at 10) then they would go to the winner, hand them the money (the reward went in one of the many display case), then make an official announcement over the intercom.
You smiled, sitting down onto the other couch next to Arthur.
“And then you’ll be able to see again.”
“You guys don’t have to do that for me.” You mumbled. They had told you that they would give you the money for surgery, and while you did want to see, a small part of you felt wrong about it.
“How many times do we have to tell you,” Arthur sighed while tapping your forehead. “We want to.”
“But-“
“No but’s.”
“What’s going on between you two anyway?”  Yao asked, looking from Arthur to you.
“They’re the new topic for gossip.” Alfred sang, smirking when Arthur shot him a glare.
“Really?” everyone leaned in towards you, and Arthur opened his mouth to retort, but there was a knock on the door.
“Come in!” Francis called. The door creaked open and the principal stuck her head in.
“Are you all here?” She asked. Everyone nodded. She smiled, and then fully appeared in the door way holding a brief case.
“Congratulations!” She handed the brief case over to Arthur, who popped it open. Arthur did a double take, and then looked up at the principal, who was now grinning.
“B-but isn’t usually a check?” He asked, his gaze sliding over to you.
“Uh huh, but I figured you would want to put it to use right away.” She winked, and then walked out of the door.
“W-we won?” You asked your eyes wide.  Arthur, seeing your reaction, smirked.
“Better go make a couple phone calls, love.”

oOo

Your eyes fluttered open, and you squeezed them shut again when a blinding white light meat you. Your surgery had been scheduled a few days after the competition, and you were now in the hospital, slowly opening your eyes.
When you got them open, you had to slap your hand to your mouth to stop from screaming.  
In the corner was a desk, a brown one. Opposite your bed was a black T.V, with a soccer game playing on mute. You then looked to your left, where a teen, about your age, was sitting on a stool, his head resting on the bed, asleep. He had on a black tee shirt and ripped up jeans, with some of the messiest hair you had ever seen, and it was blond.
“A-Arthur?” you whispered. The teen’s eyes opened, and he blinked, and then looked up at you. His eyes, they were emerald.
“(Name)?” He lifted his head. “C-can you see?” You nodded, and then threw your arms around him. Arthur blinked, and then wrapped his own arms around your waist.
“Why are you crying?” You had pulled away, and Arthur was wiping your tears away, a small smile on his lips.
“Tears of joy?” You replied, then leaned in to kiss him.