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Boon Ch. 2 (USUK)On Friday afternoon he was sent off to play in the garden, and he immediately went to the bush where he first saw Arthur. "Arthur!" he called softly. "Artie!"Boon Ch. 2 (USUK) by Protokol-Rose
Arthur perked up at the voice and tentatively peeked out from the bush. He had wondered where Alfred had been these past few days, and was glad to hear his voice- not that he had made sure to sit on the same leaf each day just in case.
Soon spotting the fairy, Alfred knelt down before him. "Artie!"
"Ah, hello." Arthur replied.
Alfred reached out towards him, but then stopped. "Can I?"
The fairy arched his eyebrows in apprehension, but then nodded slightly. "Go ahead..."
"Thank you!" Alfred picked him up and 'hugged' him again. "Missed you..."
"Hmph...well where were you?"
"School!" Alfred looked down at him sadly. "M'sorry..."
"Oh...right..." Arthur'd forgotten about those sorts of things. "It's not a problem... What were you doing there? If you don't mind me asking."
"Learning!" Alfred sat down on the grass and placed Arthur dow
Boon Ch. 1 (USUK)Down past the picket-fence and green leaves, at the end of a grass trail and in a slightly overgrown hedge, there sat a fairy. Now, he wasn't a fairy in the conventional sense- a pretty little thing with wings and a magic wand that does people's will. No, this was a Boon fairy, and his name was Arthur.Boon Ch. 1 (USUK) by Protokol-Rose
Not that he knew exactly what he was, of course- he didn't know a thing about his birth, and was instead adopted by a Helpful Hob in the kitchen of the home he woke up near one morning. He often watched the Hob work, and gradually learned how the world of the fairies- his world- worked. 'Be friendly and polite if you come across a human, but don't befriend them. Look over them like a guardian rather than a friend. Help them when they need it.' The Hob often darted around the kitchen, cleaning things back into the cupboards and baking breads.
But now the Boon was sitting out on his leaf in the garden after yet another failed day, arms folded over his knees as he watched a raindrop from ea
Cover Me“Dude! Psst! Dude!”Cover Me by Guil-T-Pleasurez
The pigtailed girl said nothing, just turned the next page of her book. But her shoulders tensed slightly.
“Duuude!” A whine now, bordering desperation.
Still, the Brit refused to acknowledge her. She brought the book closer to her face, practically burying her nose in it.
Water drenched her feet, though the splash missed the book. She yelped slightly, scooted further back on her beach towel.
“Dude! Seriously! Look up!”
Alice hesitated for a moment longer, but finally looked up with an irritated sigh. She didn’t dare risk another one of Amelia’s crazed splashes; she had borrowed this book from Francine, and she liked to returned borrowed things in good condition, thank you very much. “What is it?”
The American was ducked down beneath the dark waters, which was strange, considering how she was usually so loud and dramatic about everything. Alice arched an eyebrow. She carefully set her book to on
LonelyThe voice came out of nowhere, as did the hand that snatched the pillow out of the young Brit’s hands. “What’s this?”Lonely by Guil-T-Pleasurez
“Hey!” Arthur protested, trying to grab it back. But the other boy held it out of his reach. “Gilbert, give that back!”
“Why should I?” he teased, holding it even higher in the air.
Arthur scowled at him. “Don’t use your height to your advantage, jerk!”
Gilbert laughed at him for a moment, then actually took a moment to actually look at the pillow in his hands. “… God this is girly.”
Arthur’s face went crimson. “N-No it’s bloody not.”
“It totally is! And besides, it’s stupid looking.”
“Embroidery isn’t stupid, it’s useful!” Arthur protested.
“For what? Making yourself look even more girly?”
“I’m not a girl!” the Brit growled.
“Could’ve fooled me.”
My Immortal *another songfic*Depressed!America x Dead!EnglandMy Immortal *another songfic* by GuardLoveAsian
|| I'm so tired of being here,
|| Suppressed by all my childish fears
Alfred stood alone in the cemetery, the wind blowing ever slightly, but just enough to think the wind is whispering.
He clutched the bouquet of Tudor roses in his hand gently so he wouldn't crush them. These flowers were his lover's favorite. They reminded his lover of England, his homeland. His pride… His home…
"You know it's funny," Alfred said in a quiet, somber tone. He decided to give up his happy, carefree attitude ever since Arthur, his lover died. He felt that there was no need to be happy anymore since he had nothing to live for.
He continued speaking, "You've been dead for a while now... years... Was it five years? Four?"
No response. He sighed, remembering his favorite memory he had with Arthur.
"Artie! Hurry up dude, we're going to be late!" Alfred called out to his English boyfriend.
"I'm almost done, Al!" Arthur said.
"You're taking wa
SunsetThe English teen sighed silently looking ahead, his forest green eyes traveling over the scene before him; the sun was begging to set by the sea turning the sky shades of orange and hues of blue making it seem like the sky was in fire. It would be a lovely scene to share with someone. He had never seen a sunset so peaceful and beautiful as this one, was it maybe because he was watching it all alone? Maybe.Sunset by ChibiMinoru
He sighed once more letting his head hang low. He should have stayed behind like Francis had told him so. He should have stayed and never find out about Francis’ affair with one of his model friends. He should have stayed and he would still be with Francis being completely oblivious of the affair, but happy. Yes, he would rather be happy than to know the ugly truth.
“Who am I kidding?” The English teen whispered, his voice cracking much to his surprise. He didn’t want to cry for the French man, he didn’t deserve to have any tears shed. But why was he cr