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“Same thing I’ll do to everybody else.” He whispered gently.
And with a slight push of his hand, Alfred sent the lamp falling. The last light shattering upon impact on the hard, unforgiving floor.
Leaving only bleak darkness.
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8:30 p.m.
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England scowled as he trudged down the sidewalk. His giant brows furrowing, mulling over the conference that just convened a mere ten minutes ago.
True as it may be, things were a lot quieter without a certain someone around… Conferences were still stressful. Still very much a migraine. And still very much a pain in the ass.
Which is exactly why, instead of heading back to his hotel. Or maybe he should say Inn. (Stupid git.) England was heading for the nearest pub. Thankfully, god thankfully, one was nearby.
At least when he was in the meetings, things were a lot livelier. Sure, they were noisy. Not to mention a lot more chaotic (and idiotic). But the seconds crawled by a bit faster. And before England knew it, the meeting was done.
Well, at an rate, England hoped the bloody wanker had learned his lesson. That boy needed to understand his actions affected everybody!
“Hello Arthur. Or should I say England?”
Speak of the devil…
Looking into the mouth of an alleyway. Situated exactly to his left. Arthur greeted a face he hadn’t seen for the longest time. The man idly leaning against a dirty brick wall. Nonchalantly smoking.
“Hello America.”
Alfred seemed to flinch at this. But perhaps that was a shiver. It was pretty cold this evening. Or should he say late afternoon? Nonetheless, it brought Arthur to his first question.
“What are you doing here?”
Alfred smirked. Taking a deep draw from his cigarette. “Same thing you’re doing. Going to get a drink.”
Arthur rose an eyebrow. “That so?”
Alfred faced him now. That ever present grin decorating his visage. “Say, England? Would you care to have a drink with me?”
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recaptcha: chucks Alfred, oh but can they?
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Dude. Keep. Going.
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Mou, I congratulate you for figuring it out Am I that predictable?.
Stay tuned then, the next should be coming right up!!
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Anon hopes she didn't wreck anything.
Captcha: Goods asphyxia.
wow...seriously.
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This just means you have to keep tuning in. Because my updates will hopefully get faster!
Expect one by sunday night!
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continue, writeranon~! this is what i live for.
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Anon, this was beautiful! The suspense! America's slowly revealing insanity! Everything! I can't wait to see what happens! XD
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