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 "Arthur?" The blond haired english man looked towards his friend (your name), raising an eyebrow in the process. "Yes (your name)?" Without warning, the blond man's eyes widened as (your name) opened his mouth as if trying to seek some buried teasure. She peered into his mouth and stared at his teeth. "You don't have bad teeth Arthur!" "Bloody hell woman!?" Arthur turned red, realizing how close her mouth was to his, however the girl in front of him didn't care. (Your name) pulled out a small notepad and paper and checked something off. Arthur began to get curious. "What's that (your name)..?" he asked as calmly as he could. He

Party Stain - England X Reader Why Arthur had even accepted the invitation to Alfred’s party was beyond him. The music was deafeningly loud, his head pounded like it was being hit repeatedly by a sledgehammer, and currently he was being crushed between two fairly burly men as he tried to make his way off the dance floor. He squirmed between them, trying to push them off, only to have them bump back with the beat of the offensively explicit music. Instantly, he lost his footing and tumbled forward, hitting the floor roughly. He scrambled to get back up, dashing for an escape from the madness. He wanted to leave. Now. And nothing was

A figure stood amongst the many memorial stones of the village's graveyard, with an umbrella above their head to shield themselves from the harsh rain. The sky was dull, painted with grey by the clouds, as the heavens pelted the rocky earth with freezing pearls. A lot of people would perceive the rain as sadness, or a new start, but to this particular person, it only meant one thing; grief. ______ let out a shuddering breath, her tears mixing in with the rain. Closing her eyes, she felt them burn behind her eyelids. Memories of her deceased younger brother played like a movie in her head, adding to the aching pain in her chest. Images of hi