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This is what went down a few short days ago... "Come on bro, don't lie!" Alfred Jones boomed at his friend, and once brother, Arthur Kirkland. "No you bloody git! I am not lying!" Alfred, being the loud and obnoxious man he was, knew Arthur had a crush on (Name). (Name), was a pretty girl they met a while ago, who turned out to be the country of (county name)! She was (insert personality here), and no matter how hard Alfred tried to ignore it, he could see Arthur falling for her like a ton of bricks. It was high time he got down to business, and brought them together. However, Arthur was being a pain in the keester. "Uggh dude, your

  Please read the description, first. Thank you, and happy reading! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I throw all of your stuff away Then I clear you out of my head I tear you out of my heart And ignore all your messages I tell everyone we are through ‘Cause I’m so much better without you But it’s just another pretty lie ‘Cause I break down Every time you come around So how did you get here under my skin? Swore that I’d never let you back in Should’ve known better Then trying to let you go ‘Cause here we go, go, go again Hard as I try I know I can’t quit Something about you is so a

England x Reader               You gazed lazily around the room you were in with heavy-lidded (e/c) eyes. A surprisingly bland boudoir for a punk. You would know. You leaped furtively from your bed to scavenge for your clothing. “There it is,” you said, as you slinked across the room and shimmied into your plaid (f/c) jeans. You glanced at Arthur, who seemed much too angelic in his state of unconsciousness. “He’s not half bad…..” you mumbled, picking-up your black tube top and sliding it on. He had piercing emerald eyes, and a sexy mess of blond locks. “It wouldn’t kill him to pluck his br

You grunted rather loudly as you pushed away yet another box of things you didn't need right now. Today was the day you moved into your boyfriends flat after your own was flooded. Boxes upon boxes of you possessions filled every corner the place but you couldn't find your suitcase. Instead of packing your clothes in a box you'd put them in your big [f/c] suitcase to try and avoid confusion, but you couldn't for the life of you find the damned thing. As much as you didn't want to, you where going to have to ask Arthur for help. He'd been helping all day, lugging practically every box from your flat, to his car then up to his slightly bigge