Fan {England x Obsessed!Reader}

Falling.
Rain is falling.
A storm has arisen.
The [h/c]-haired girl in the black raincoat stood over the unconscious blonde man with the thick eyebrows. The girl felt a crazed smirk come upon her [s/c] face.
'This is my chance,' the words echoed in her head. 'For our love to blossom.'

The blonde man opened his emerald eyes, seeing nothing but white.
'I can't be dead...' He thought to himself.
"You're up, Arthur!" An unfamiliar voice echoed through his ears.
Arthur tried sitting up, but realized he was shackled to the bed he had been placed on. He moved his head frantically. He noticed the walls had not a single splash of color.  He saw no one in the room.
"W- who are you!?" He shouted, his voice hoarse.
"Arthur, you shouldn't shout. You had a fever from being out in the rain for so long. I wouldn't want your beautiful voice to be wrecked forever if you strain it," the voice said.
Arthur suddenly spotted a camera in the top corner of the ceiling, pointed at him. Next to it was a speaker.
'That's how she's monitoring me...' Arthur thought.
"Let me out of here!" Arthur began to struggle.
"Please, Arthur, you need to be specific. Out of where? Out of the shackles? Out of the room? Out of the building?"
"ALL OF THE ABOVE."

The girl's eye twitched, watching the TV screen.
She was in the control room, watching her beloved TV star struggle and scream, shooting glares at the camera every once in a while.
The girl hated how Arthur wished to leave her.
She loved him with all her heart- how could he not see that?
She was about to press the intercom button, but she stopped herself.
"You won't be struggling for long, my love," she mumbled to herself. "You're mine now."

Two days had passed, and Arthur had had nothing to eat.
His stomach growled like a bear.
Cursing under his breath, he was starting to regret arguing with his brother Alfred.
If he hadn't been so dense, he wouldn't have run out of the studio, into the rain- where he collected a fever and passed out.
If that hadn't had happened, he wouldn't have been kidnapped by an insane woman, keeping him prisoner without even food.
'Kill me now,' Arthur thought.
Right then, a young woman with [h/c] hair and [e/c] eyes entered the room, holding a tray of food in her hands. She smiled gently at Arthur and walked over.
"Let me unshackle you, Arthur," she spoke with a calm voice.
Arthur thought the voice was familiar but stayed quiet, trying to remember where he had heard that voice.
The woman walked over and placed the tray down.
Arthur got a closer look at the tray.
His favorite food.
Fish and chips, scones, and some earl-grey tea.
His eyes widened.
The woman unshackled him and smiled, picking up the tray.
"Who are you?" Arthur asked.
"[Name]," the woman smiled. She looked down at the food. "These are all your favorite foods, Arthur. How could I forget?"
Then it hit him.
It was the woman on the intercom.
Right as the woman passed him the tray, Arthur suddenly tossed it away from him.
"I don't want your food! I want to be free!" He screamed.
[Name] looked at Arthur with surprise.
"Arthur..."
"Let me free!"
[Name] was silent for a moment. She suddenly looked at England with cold and emotionless eyes. "I'm afraid I cannot do that, my beloved Arthur."
"Why!?" Arthur tried to stand up, but was pushed back down by [Name].
"Because I love you," she said with a cold voice and a crazy smirk. "I've loved you for a long time. And I'm not letting you go."
Arthur began to grow scared.
"Not after what I went through," [Name] growled with a sneer.

Another day passed, and Arthur still hadn't had anything to eat.
He was tortured by the whiteness of the room and the isolation [Name] had caused him.
He painfully fell asleep, ignoring his stomach's complaints.
Knowing, he was asleep, [Name] snuck in. She smirked, looking at the sleeping TV star. She strolled over to Arthur, her smirk suddenly fading.
'That smell...' She thought. She took a whiff of Arthur's clothes and wrinkled her nose. She shook her head. 'I can't let my love smell so horrible. Not only do his clothes need a bath, but so does he... But he wouldn't appreciate me stripping him in his sleep...'
[Name] suddenly smirked at the idea that popped into her head. She took a hold of Arthur and began to drag him out of the white room and to the laundry room.
As if Arthur had been ordinary laundry, [Name] shoved him into the washing machine. She got out a camera and started recording Arthur being washed in the machine.
"My handsome little Arthur is going to be clean~" [Name] smirked.

Once Arthur was finished getting "cleaned", [Name] pulled him out with a smirk. She dragged him back to the white room and left his soggy self on the floor.
[Name] quickly left.
Arthur suddenly began to come to, coughing up water onto the hardwood floor. He painfully sat up, feeling sick. He looked at his body. "W- why am I soaked?"
"Oh, you were stinky, so I gave you a wash, Love," [Name]'s voice sounded from the speaker.
Arthur suddenly glared up at the camera.
"Don't be angry; I was only doing you a favor," [Name] said.
"I could have died!"
"A risk I'm willing to take."
Arthur was horrified.

[Name] decided she was going to leave Arthur alone for now.
She walked to the garage and turned her attention to the blueprints of a rocket on the metallic table. Observing them, she smirked.
[Name] looked over at the contraption to the side.
The rocket had been built. All she needed was one last thing.
Arthur.

Arthur sat on the bed, trying to recollect his thoughts.
He felt as if he could die.
Like he was going to die.
Like her wanted to die.
He saw a jug of gasoline close to the frame of the bed. Hesitating at first, he grabbed the gasoline, opened the lid, and dumped all the gasoline on him. The bitter taste of gasoline reached his lips.
Suddenly remembering the lighter he had in his pocket, he pulled it out, hoping it would still work after being in the washer with him.
After a few tries, Arthur succeeded in letting the lighter's flame pop up.
'I just want to die,' he thought. 'Please let me die...'
The lighter's flamer began to inch closer to his face. He could feel the gasoline start to sizzle.
Expecting death, he closed his eyes.
Suddenly, he heard the door burst open, and he felt a coolness embrace him.
[Name] had come in and sprayed him with a fire extinguisher.
"Arthur..." The woman put down the fire extinguisher, pouting a little. "You made yourself stinky again..."
Without another word, [Name] took out some ropes and tied Arthur's hands back.
"W- what in the world!?" Arthur screamed.
"We're going on a road trip, my love. Just the two of us," [Name] smirked with an evil glint in her eyes. "Forever."
"WHAT!?"
"And no one will stand in our way," [Name] started to drag Arthur out of the room to the garage. "Nobody! Not the other fangirls, not your co-stars, not my parents, not the police... NOBODY."
"S- STOP!"
[Name] didn't listen. She just kept mumbling on and on about how she and Arthur would be together forever and ever.
Arthur suddenly saw the rocket. His eyes widened with fear. "[N-Name]!"
[Name] sighed dreamily. "I looooooove how you say my name..."
"N- no! Stop! Please!"
[Name] shoved Arthur on top of the rocket, tying him down.
Arthur tried to escape- to no avail.
[Name] put on goggles and took out a remote with only two buttons.
An off and an on button.
Excited, she immediately pressed "on", watching as the rocket came to life.
[Name]'s eyes began to sparkle with excitement as a wide smirk appeared on her [s/c] face. "Yes!"
Arthur began to shout for help. The ropes began to tighten around him with each struggle. He felt air escape him.
The happiness on [Name]'s face soon faded as she found two flaws.
One, she didn't have a way to get on the rocket in time.
And two, the rocket wasn't budging.
Panicked, [Name] tried to press the "Off" button many times, before realizing the button was stuck. "No, no, no, no, no!!! NO!"
Finally, able to push the "Off" button, [Name] watched the rocket stop powering. She looked at Arthur and felt her heart break.
There Arthur was, dead. In front of her eyes.
[Name] collapsed onto the ground, tears flooding her vision. She began to cry, her sobs echoing through the garage.

[Name] stood over the unconscious Arthur, breathing heavily.
Whatever she saw must had either been a previous time loop or a vision of the future if she attempted kidnapping her beloved Arthur Kirkland.
[Name] felt tears escape her [e/c] eyes.
She couldn't stand the thought of leaving Arthur out unconscious in the rain.
But the thought of him dying would kill her.
Right as [Name] was about to bend down and take Arthur somewhere dry, she heard Arthur's brother Alfred call out in the distance.
"Arthur! Where are you!?"
[Name] hesitated for a second and ran off, deciding her love was in better hands now.
'I'll always love you, Arthur. I'm sorry I couldn't be the one to save you...'