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The Liar's Heart 1a/?

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(Anons apologize that we used a human as Arthur's abusive boyfriend instead of another nation. It seemed to work better, to us. We hope this first part is acceptable. =) )

Oliver Walker liked to think that he was a relatively normal twenty-seven year old man. He'd grown up in Denver, Colorado in the United States, and then moved to London, England when he was twenty one years old. As a result of this, his accent was interesting - a mixture of an American accent and a British one. He was an English major and was trying to get his degree in teaching; a passion he'd discovered recently.

While he was in school, he worked at a small cafe in order to pay off his financial aid. He wasn't well off, but he had a bit of money to spend on himself. He was a simple man with simple tastes, and he was quite content to live out the rest of his life teaching at a small school and occasionally playing his flute.

“The bloody hell are you still doing here, Oliver?” The assistant manager, Stacie, inquired. She blew her cigarette smoke out of his direction, moving her curly red hair out of her eyes.

Oliver smiled, very slightly. “I'm waiting for someone.” He'd already removed his customary apron - after all, his shift just ended.

Stacie raised her eyebrows. “A girl?”

He smiled in response, giving a light shrug of his shoulders.

The red-haired woman sighed heavily, throwing her cigarette onto the ground and stomping it out. “Blimey, I don't know what to think of you sometimes. But anyway, I need to get back to work. See you tomorrow, Oliver.” The bell on the door rang cheerfully as it was opened, and Stacie disappeared inside of it.

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Never involve yourself with humans. That had always been Arthur Kirkland's motto and he'd been around a long time. Even as a tiny nation, he'd been a wild thing, resisting all mortal attempts to tame him. Now that he'd grown and mellowed with age, he had stuck with that motto. Humans were dangerous. He'd seen them break nations. He'd seen the destruction they could cause.

Then again, Arthur was older now. The time when a nation could be wild and free had come and gone and Arthur had matured into a sophisticated, restrained creature. His country dealt with many important things - he was important in the world, he liked to think. He was no longer a great empire - ah, those had been the days - but he had a place and responsibilities. Eventually, everyone had to grow up.

The air was cold and brisk and Arthur drew his coat a little tighter around himself. The skies were so dreary today but it wasn't so unusual. Arthur was used to gray skies, both literal and metaphorical.

"Don't be such a downer," he scolded himself as he walked a little faster. Things were good these days, after all, even though they weren't quite what he'd wanted them to be once upon a time. That time had come and gone and Arthur had moved on.

He reached his destination - the small shop that he person he was meeting worked at. For several weeks now, this had been a habit of his, despite his better judgment. He knew better than to involve himself in the affairs of mortals.