{England X Reader} Comfort of Home

The warm, loving smell of homemade cookies engulfed Arthur Kirkland's body and soul through his nostrils as he followed the heavenly scent. It was almost exactly what he needed after a headache inducing day like this.
The personified country of England hovered into the kitchen, where his newly wed wife, {f/n} Kirkland was baking cookies. Her luscious {h/c} hair was pulled back into a sloppy bun, and her bangs being contiously tucked behind her ears. Her {e/c} eyes were clouded over with anxiety, as if she'd been working all day. She wore a pair of Mudd jeans Alfred had gotten her, and a {birth/month} shirt.
Arthur felt himself smile as he walked behind his wife and wrapped his arms around her, digging his nose in her hair.
{f/n} gasped, thinking it was some kind of stalker and twisted around, getting milk all over her husband.

"Oh, honey! I'm so sorry!" She gushed, trying to wipe it off. The disgruntled brit smiled through the creamy white liquid (shut up, you pervy devils, you~) currently making a home on his face and lips.

"That's alright, love..." Arthur sighed, wiping off his face with a towel. "Love, I had a bad day."

"Oh, honey. What happened?" {f/n} gave herself mental scores for her foreshadowing to be correct. (Thus, the cookies)

"Francis sexually harrassed me, Alfred annoyed me, Ludwig gave me a headache. You know, the usual." Arthur sat down at the dining table, not caring how his uniform shirt got untucked.

"Oh, Frenchy is just an idiot. You love Al, and you know it, Ludwig doesn't mean to be. He's just trying to be a good leader." {f/n} always had a good point, one of the reasons Arthur fell in love with her.

"Yes, I know, love." Arthur sighed.

"Cookie, honey?" Arthur looked up to see a plate of cookies and milk being sat in between him and the chair beside him, which {f/n} sat in. Smiling, Arthur nodded.

"Yes, ma'am." He grabbed a cookie and bit into the warm, sweet texture, letting the taste savour.
Then the urge washed over him. "I'll be back, love."

Britain walked upstairs of his house and into the room him and his wife shared, changing into his pajamas. Then he walked back down, sighed, opened his arms and said the most childish word he could muster;

"Hug."