Police!EnglandXTheif!Reader-LookingforTrouble End2

You gasped as the lady fell down in front of you, feeling shock overtake you. You breathed in and stumbled away from her.

“(name)!” Arthur cried running to your side and hugging you.

“Arthur get away she’s a criminal we have to arrest her!” A dirty blonde haired man with glasses shouted, keeping his gun pointed at you. He looked terrified of you, which made you assume he was either very new to the job or didn’t realise you’d never killed anyone.

“She’s only a thief Alfred; relax for a minute would you!” Arthur snapped scowling at the man. The man lowered his gun pouting at you as Arthur looked down into your (eyecolour) orbs.

“(name) what the bloody hell are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at home?” Arthur moaned at you his green eyes were filled with concern and relief.

“I should but I’m not. Aren’t you gonna arrest me now?” You teased giving him your signature smirk.

“I would but you see there’s a slight problem.” Arthur smirked back down at you dropping his gun onto the floor by your feet.

“A-Arthur?” Alfred stuttered from behind the blonde policeman.

“Sorry Alfred….but I found something I enjoy more than my job.” Arthur said smiling widely. “I quit!”

“W-What?”

“See you around I guess!” He yelled at his stunned friend before taking you hand and running into the forest with you. You started to laugh loudly as the two of you sprinted away into the night.

It didn’t take long for the both of you to arrive back at your small crooked shack, which you called home. You both rushed inside and plopped down on the sofa, trying to catch you breathe after all the running.

“You’re crazy!” You said poking Arthur in the side. “I can’t believe you quit your job to run away with me!”

“I’m not crazy!” He snapped grabbing your hands. “I’m in love!” You heard a clicking sound before realising he’d just handcuffed your hands behind your back. You pouted up at the smirking blonde. He leaned forward pressing his lips against yours gently yet passionately.

“I finally caught you.” He whispered pulling away from you.

“Who said I was trying to get away? If I was trying I could’ve been in Russia by now!” You bragged, pushing him away from you with one of your feet.

“Oh really?” He laughed at you avoiding your foot and taking your handcuffs off. “You have ten seconds head start.”