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You didn't expect a lot of people to be at Arthur's celebration. And you certainly didn't expect her to be there. Scarlet was alone in the corner of the living room, a glass of some red juice in her hand as her eyes darted everywhere. You wanted to give her a piece of your mind and demand her to leave, but you were surprised when Arthur clumsily and slowly made his way to her, starting up a discrete conversation. "What...?" You asked yourself, your eyebrows knitting together in confusion. "Ah, (y/n)! You look lovely!" A French accent cooed as you felt a hand around your waist. He followed your focused gaze before bellowing in delight, pul

You sighed in relief as you finished recasting your arm, lying down on your bed in accomplishment. Alfred had offered to pick you up, which you gratefully accepted. You stood up and looked at yourself in the mirror, making sure you looked presentable. You were quite pleased with how you looked. You had actually put effort into combing your hair, making sure it was neat but nothing extravagant. Your (f/c) dress was simple, but elegant. Its neckline was low, but not scandalous, and the skirt stopped just above your knees. You smiled nervously, wondering if Alfred would like it. Wait, why would you be wondering that? "Don't think about that i

Bitter sobs continued to escape Alfred's throat as he wished this was only a bad dream and that he'd wake up soon. That this was all just a nightmare, and he'd wake up next to you again while his best friend would still be resting peacefully and will wake up soon. But he knew very well that this wasn't a dream. Arthur was gone. Dead. Not living. "This is all my f-fault." He whimpered, soaking his tears into the clothing of the Brit. "I never got to tell him I loved hi--" "I don't want to hear the rest of that, bloody hell..." A weak but joking voice chuckled as a soothing hand rubbed circles on the American's back. "Don't be so dramatic

"Hey dude, can you pass me the soda?" Alfred asked as he held out his arm, waiting for you to hand him his carbonated drink as he focused intently on playing some game on his phone. He had the sofa all to himself, lying down on it as if it were some type of bed. You rolled your eyes and handed him a can of Coke, sighing when he forgot to thank you again and tentatively thanking you a moment later. "Move your legs, Al. I wanna sit." He raised his legs up as you sat down on the now empty space, making yourself comfortable until he rested his legs on you. You scoffed but remained there without any complaints, staring down on your arm in a cast

Not putting accents, y'all. Sorry. Sorry also for the long wait. I was out of my country : P -- "HEY JERK, WAKE UP ALREADY! THE FOOD HERE SUCKS!" "Peter--" "HURRY UUUUUP!" Dylan sighed, giving up on convincing the youngest Kirkland to tone down. He turned to you with desperate eyes, begging for any other ideas to shut the kid up. You smiled apologetically with a shrug. "He can use my phone, right?" "Oh! Do you have eBay there?" Peter suddenly asked, causing you to jump in surprise. "No, but you can just search it--" Without even letting you finish your sentence, he snatched your phone from your hands as he skipped to the other sofa,

"You wanted to talk to me?" Scarlet asked softly as she sat in front of you, waiting for the barista to call her name. You nodded. "I did. You've heard about what happened to Arthur, right?" "I know." She frowned, shaking her head sadly. "I was going to visit him, but I--" "Cut the crap, Scar. You know why I called you here." She raised an eyebrow as she leaned on the table before the corners of her pink lips tugged into a small smirk. "Enlighten me." "No, you enlighten me. What did you exactly tell Arthur before the incident?" "What do you mean?" She asked innocently, batting her thick lashes at you as if she hadn't done anything. "I d

This is what I'm listening to and jamming to right now. Sad life :') -- "Who's at the door...?" You asked yourself as Dylan ran to it, slowly and hesitantly opening it. A blonde stood outside with a worried expression, inviting himself inside wordlessly. "Oh God." He whispered as he stared at Arthur's unconscious body. "Oh hell no..." "Vlad." You breathed as Dylan joined you. "H-how'd you hear?" "I just felt it." Vladimir answered as he watched his poor friend breathe through an oxygen mask. He sighed and ran a hand through his strawberry blonde hair, shaking his head as he cursed under his breath in Romanian. "Why did he do this?" You

would-be suicide here, bros. Beware, all ye sensitive people. -- You were sitting awkwardly in the backseat of the nurse's car, looking outside. She had explained that it looked like it was fractured, but she couldn't confirm it herself. So now here you were, pressing ice onto your arm and being taken to the hospital by the nice nurse. "We're almost there, honey." She said in an assuring voice. "Sorry you're missing out on your classes." "Huh? Oh, it's fine. I didn't really wanna go to school today anyway." You laughed a little, trying to be lighthearted despite cringing in pain every time there would be abrupt turns or stops. You sighe

(d/h) = dominant arm -- The date finally ended (albeit awkwardly), and about three hours had passed already. But you couldn't just let go of what you saw. "(y/n)? What on earth are you doing here?" Arthur asked as he opened the door of his room slightly, his emerald green eyes gazing at you in genuine confusion. "I don't remember you asking if you can come over." You grinned. "I invited myself over. Now let me in." He rolled his eyes, letting you in as you sat on his bed. He sat next to you as he awkwardly made himself comfortable. "What brings you here?" "I really need to talk to you." "Regarding?" "Scarlet." He immediately looked

You were surprised to see that it's already been months of tutoring Alfred - and surprisingly, it has been a great ride. Hell, on some days, you two didn't even study anymore. You both would simply hang out and eat or play, but no one had to know that you both were hanging out. Arthur would be pissed off, Matthew would be sad, Scarlet would hate you even more (you've noticed) and the Alfred fanclub would hunt you down and feed your soul to Ivan. The other best thing about seeing the months fly by was seeing how far T.I.H.A.C. had gone. Chelsea and Raine had lessened their bitchiness (but they were still, sadly, bitches), a couple of the mean

You woke on a light gray sofa with a headache as the sunlight came through the window.  ‘This isn’t my sofa… where am I?’ you thought sitting up look around not recognizing the room you were in.  When you tried to stand up you felt on something smooth against your feet. “Watch it.” a voice slurred from under the covers on the floor. Shocked you stared at a blond haired young man who pulled the covers off of himself.  He sat up looking at back at you shirtless.  You couldn’t help but stare at his flawless chest.  ‘What happened last night?’ you thought trying to figure out how you ended

"Muehehehe, 'Kiss Meme', eh?" You grinned and looked at America & England. They nervously sweat. 'Now what is she thinking?' You rub your hands together like villains do in cartoons. You chuckle. Japan looks over your shoulder, and looks at what you were searching. Japan had a slight mischevious glint in his eyes. Hungary, your best friend, peeked over your shoulder when Japan walked away with a chuckle. Hungary had a very serious mischevoous glint in her eyes. Hungary and Japan bet on to who will do it first. America, or England. While you were just there, imagining them doing it. While you were in your fantasy world, England rea

   There is a soft breeze that passes by our spot beneath this old Willow tree, the place where we met each other years ago. I was a mere kit back then, abandoned by my pack and was left to rot in the middle of the forest. Until, you came. A human of grace and beauty with a manner of a lady, when your age was only eight at the time. I was intimidated by your sight for once, but then noticed your differences against other humans that I've met.    It has been years, yet we remain strong together in this world that is breaking. Your manners never changed, and so does your beauty. In fact, it seems your beauty has only increased throug

((I would like to thank Pengie-Chan (https://www.deviantart.com/pengie-chan), once again, for the motivation and by doing the honour of choosing the character for this fiction. I hope you enjoy ^^)) 【Arthur's Perspective】    Goodness, what is this feeling? This is no ordinary migraine; it's too powerful. Did I drink last night? I don't remember doing so...    A groan of pain left my lips as I reluctantly open my eyes, only to be blinded by the light flooding through the curtains. I shield both of my eyes with my forearm, the pounding from inside of my head never leaving for a second. Underneath my body is none other than the comfortable sheet of

-( Note )- Uhm, yeah. So, slight violence here, though I'll try my best to make it looks as safe as I can. I mean, we're talking about Allen Fricken Jones here; who wouldn't be surprised?    The sound of wood hitting against another hard surface is everything you can hear in this shared apartment. It's a rather unpleasant sound to hear, but when you're used to hearing this kind of sound, it may really be music to your ears. Just like the thought of none other than Allen F. Jones. A male that enjoys inflicting other with enourmous pain, including his girlfriend.    Well, he thought the female lying beneath his foot would

The Butlers | Demon!Butler!America x Reader x Demon!Butler!England “Oh, how original, the butler did it.” You stared at the kitchen floor. More specifically, at a dead body with soulless eyes. “Alfred, did you take another soul?” “He was on the grounds, ma'am,” he said almost sarcastically, his blue eyes gleaming with violent desires. He was much more malevolent than your other butler who stood a bit closer to you than Alfred. “He was the mailman, you twat!” You glared at Arthur. “Watch that mouth.” “Don't tell me what to do,” he snapped back. And thus an argument