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(USUK) The SeatArthur knew moving was a stupid idea.
Yes, it was necessary for his health and all, but he never felt so lonely before. Every day, sitting at the small outdoor cafe table, gazing out at the rolling countryside. There was nowhere else to go, he was in the middle of grassy fields and gravel roads. He was used to the crowded streets of London and he had never thought he would miss the strong odor of petrol and cigarette smoke.
Each afternoon he would be back in his seat on the wooden porch with his cup of Earl Grey and a book. Maybe if work was requiring him to do so, he would have some paperwork or his laptop. He wasn't sure what it was about the particular table, but the view just gave him a sort of serenity he longed for after a long day.
But the peace eventually began to leave him empty.
Still, he would return to his table, even after the magic had disappeared the second week he had been in the small village. Yes, village. He knew calling it a city would be over exaggerating. And coun
I Hear Thunder... (England x Child! America)The sky erupted into blinding white for a split second before returning to inky blackness. Rain poured relentlessly and hammered at the windows and roof as though trying to gain entry. A low, moaning rumble followed.
Within seconds, the lights in Arthur Kirkland’s house – all the lights – were swiftly and unexpectedly extinguished, plunging the whole property into complete darkness. Inside the house, the occupant of the study gave out a frustrated sigh and raised his bushy eyebrows in exasperation – not that anyone could see the gesture in such blackness. The sound of wood brushing against wood followed by a jumbled rustling interrupted the rain’s repetition as he opened a drawer in the desk and began to search.
Suddenly a halo of light broke through the darkness and fell upon the features of the man who’d activated it. Even in the limited light from the small torch, the man’s eyes shone mysteriously in an alm
Hetalia - Misplaced Magic“That’s it!” an exited British voice exclaimed from behind piles of dusty old, leather-bound volumes which covered an ancient-looking oak desk. The only visible features of the voice’s owner were a few strands of floppy blonde hair poking out from above the books. That is, until he shot up from his hiding place and darted out the room, sending dust and loose sheets of paper flying from the table in his haste.
England had been studying all night and, despite having tons of paperwork to file, was rather more concerned about his current investigation.
Still clutching the worn book with the tarnished metal-edged, England eagerly activated the hidden switch in his office, revealing a hidden entrance amongst the walls lined with books. Taking an already flaming torch from the wall, and holding it carefully away from his research, England practically flew down the cold, uneven and very familiar stone steps leading to his secret, wizardry room. He could barely contain t