TomathoNinja18

 "Hehee.." "Stop it.." "Ehehehehehe.." "Stop...all of you!" "What if (your name) doesn't..." "THAT'S ENOUGH YOU WANKERS!" England, was preparing something special for you, on account it had been a full year since you two became friends. He invited you over for tea, and you were going to be over in almost an hour. Now, before this, some of his magical friends came by and decided to visit him. So far, things weren't working out. "But..Arthur.." "Be quiet!" Arthur began to pout before setting a tea bag into the pot he was using. He set up two cups on a nice try with little scones and biscuits. He smiled thinking of you enjoying them. He

"Right, see you later then." Arthur told me, waving goodbye as we parted ways. "Okay, later!" I called out, waving back to him.  Huh. My face was hurting all of a sudden. I recognized the pain as one that happens when you smile too much. I found that strange; I didn't think I'd been smiling that much. But I mean, if anyone could make me smile, it'd be Arthur.... N-now don't get the wrong idea! I'll admit, Arthur's rather... handsome, and a real charmer, but I do  not  have any romantic interest in him! We're just really good friends, all right? "Hey, _______!" a familiar voice called out. I turned around. "Hey, Alfred!" I replied, stoppi

Given the circumstances, being woken up by the sounds of an electric guitar -maybe, you weren't terribly knowledgeable with these things- violins, and a piano, all playing together in a not unpleasant, but not exactly pleasant melody was a bit of a shock. The circumstances, of course, being that the only logical explanation for this noise was your dear friend, Arthur Kirkland, had woken up. Not too surprising on its own, except for the fact that anything louder than a whisper should be murder to Arthur's head right now. Arthur had once again overdone it with drinking, and you had taken it upon yourself to bring him home. It was foolish, rea

"So he basically wants you to have a girlfriend," the American spoke, sitting in front of his closest - a Brit with thousands of troubled running across his faded mind. "before giving you that ton of money." The British man didn't speak a sound, but the American knew exactly the situation and the solution. "Well, I do have an idea on what you can do." Green eyes trailed up in interest. "Rent a girl." "Rent?" The blue eyed boy nodded. "Are you kidding you bloody git!?" The Englishman grabbed his collar. "Get off me, dude! So not cool!" Arthur, the Englishman released his collar tie. "I'm serious, dude. Just rent a girl and rehearsal a scri