USUK Valentines gift for Panda
If I had anywhere else to post this, I would... but I don't.
Here you go, Panda! I really hope you like this!
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To Arthur, folded up unevenly and placed inside his hat so it fell out when he put it on his head:
Hey Artie,
I know you're kinda mad
At the way I always act
But trust me, I have reasons to
And I'll be serious for you~ <3
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To Alfred, folded up delicately and placed in the exact center of his dinner plate that evening:
Shut up. You're horrible at poetry and even worse at flirting, and your handwriting is difficult to read. You can't rhyme, your rhythm's off, and you choose the absolute worst words to use. Stop before my eyes start to bleed, you git.
Also, brush your hair a bit. You're such a slob.
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To Arthur, taped to his door:
Oh Artie, I've tried everything
To improve my handwriting!
So will you acept this typed?
Then you can read every line~
My rhymes may not always work,
But you don't have to be a jerk!
I'm trying hard to be polite
You don't have to lash out in spite. :))))
If you'd take just one more second
To look closer at my expressions
It's more than flirting I do,
I want to be your hero, too.
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To Alfred, folded neatly and placed underneath his door in the World Meeting building:
Quit while I still have some brain cells left. You abuse the English language horribly.
Also, straighten your tie before you leave your room tomorrow for the meeting. It's distracting.
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To Arthur, handwritten but carefully placed inside a sealed envelope and inside his UN mailbox:
Dear Arthur,
There are times I stare
At you with longing, and I don't care
That all you have to is turn
And see in my eyes, how much I yearn
But even though I want you to
My heart speeds like I'm scared of you
Or maybe it's what you might do
That keeps me from going through
With kissing you
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To Alfred, folded up into a paper airplane and thrown at his head:
You didn't cross it out enough, IDIOT. Learn to use white-out properly.
And you can quit the poetry while you're ahead. It's getting distracting.
Also, where did you purchase that suit?
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To Arthur, typed on a rather elegant paper and placed on Arthur's room service breakfast tray:
Dear Arthur,
I adored the blush
You had at last night's meeting, love
When you got your first glimpse of me
Dressed up immaculately
I took special care, just for you
And, man, you were quite handsome, too!
Your eyes so deep, your body fine
Wanted so badly to make you mine
(But I know it's not the right time...)
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To Alfred, wadded up and thrown at his head:
Alfred.
Enough is enough.
My room. Tonight. 8:00.
Wear that suit.
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A year later, written in a valentine and handed directly to Arthur, while Alfred wore The Suit:
Here's a happy Valentine
And as you see, I took the time
With safety scissors and glue
To make it by hand, just for you~
And here's a poem, read it please
To bring back your memories
Of the times we've spent so far
Everything close to our hearts~
All the nights we've stayed up late
Laughing, hot cocoa, birthday cake
The beach, airplanes, your big bros too
For all these memories, thank you.
(Here's where you and I sexily make out in public, btw)
[And for your information, they did.]
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I hope this turned out okay, Panda. Happy Valentines/Vencaptines day!
Here you go, Panda! I really hope you like this!
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To Arthur, folded up unevenly and placed inside his hat so it fell out when he put it on his head:
Hey Artie,
I know you're kinda mad
At the way I always act
But trust me, I have reasons to
And I'll be serious for you~ <3
----------------------------------------------------------
To Alfred, folded up delicately and placed in the exact center of his dinner plate that evening:
Shut up. You're horrible at poetry and even worse at flirting, and your handwriting is difficult to read. You can't rhyme, your rhythm's off, and you choose the absolute worst words to use. Stop before my eyes start to bleed, you git.
Also, brush your hair a bit. You're such a slob.
----------------------------------------------------------
To Arthur, taped to his door:
Oh Artie, I've tried everything
To improve my handwriting!
So will you acept this typed?
Then you can read every line~
My rhymes may not always work,
But you don't have to be a jerk!
I'm trying hard to be polite
You don't have to lash out in spite. :))))
If you'd take just one more second
To look closer at my expressions
It's more than flirting I do,
I want to be your hero, too.
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To Alfred, folded neatly and placed underneath his door in the World Meeting building:
Quit while I still have some brain cells left. You abuse the English language horribly.
Also, straighten your tie before you leave your room tomorrow for the meeting. It's distracting.
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To Arthur, handwritten but carefully placed inside a sealed envelope and inside his UN mailbox:
Dear Arthur,
There are times I stare
At you with longing, and I don't care
That all you have to is turn
And see in my eyes, how much I yearn
But even though I want you to
My heart speeds like I'm scared of you
Or maybe it's what you might do
That keeps me from going through
With kissing you
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To Alfred, folded up into a paper airplane and thrown at his head:
You didn't cross it out enough, IDIOT. Learn to use white-out properly.
And you can quit the poetry while you're ahead. It's getting distracting.
Also, where did you purchase that suit?
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To Arthur, typed on a rather elegant paper and placed on Arthur's room service breakfast tray:
Dear Arthur,
I adored the blush
You had at last night's meeting, love
When you got your first glimpse of me
Dressed up immaculately
I took special care, just for you
And, man, you were quite handsome, too!
Your eyes so deep, your body fine
Wanted so badly to make you mine
(But I know it's not the right time...)
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To Alfred, wadded up and thrown at his head:
Alfred.
Enough is enough.
My room. Tonight. 8:00.
Wear that suit.
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A year later, written in a valentine and handed directly to Arthur, while Alfred wore The Suit:
Here's a happy Valentine
And as you see, I took the time
With safety scissors and glue
To make it by hand, just for you~
And here's a poem, read it please
To bring back your memories
Of the times we've spent so far
Everything close to our hearts~
All the nights we've stayed up late
Laughing, hot cocoa, birthday cake
The beach, airplanes, your big bros too
For all these memories, thank you.
(Here's where you and I sexily make out in public, btw)
[And for your information, they did.]
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I hope this turned out okay, Panda. Happy Valentines/Vencaptines day!