It was a sunny day, and the forest was bustling with life. Arthur was riding around on his pony, which he named Albion. It was white with a grey mane and tail, and about twice Arthur's height. Arthur was supposed to be hunting, but he really did not feel like it at all. The boy would rather talk to the animals and try to befriend them instead of attempt to kill them for food and besides, he had a few berry bushes and fruit trees off of which he could survive.
After riding around for a few minutes, the English child decided to dismount his pony. He wanted to let the pony drink from the stream that split the forest in half, and he himsel
February 12 2010
Dear diary, or future self,
First of all, I should tell you or maybe remind you that I have two dads, so don't feel bad for Mom because Dad died because I don't even have a Mom, at least not a girl mom with pretty long hair and a dress and yummy cookies in the oven, except I guess that my older dad was kind of like a mom because he had long hair and wore girl clothes a lot and was a lot more of a good cooker than Dad, but you could tell he was a boy because he had small hairs on his chin and liked to hold Dad's hand and kiss his cheek and say nice things in his deep man voice and all the other things a nice boy does to a gi
Francis was bored. He was bored of all his toys, he was bored of exploring his garden and the nearby forest. Being an only child, Francis did not even have anyone else with whom he could play, and his parents were rarely ever around. The only people he could talk to often were the servants. One day, the boy suddenly had an idea, and so he went up to one of his servants and asked for a pair of wings. When asked what he needed a pair of wings for, Francis merely smiled and said that he wanted to fly away and meet another boy and become his friend. For obvious reasons, the servant could not give to Francis a pair of wings. Francis huffed and th
It all started with a sneeze, or, as Arthur would have called it, a god damn sneeze. He was in the kitchen, helping Francis prepare dinner by dicing tomatoes for the omelettes, which was probably the most anyone could trust Arthur with if they did not want to die or have their kitchen catch fire. Francis would not even let Arthur crack the eggs, all because of a small incident a few years back. So Arthur sneezed, rather loudly, without even trying to cover his mouth. No sir, that was not how Arthur operated, he just sneezed into the open air and onto the tomato among other things.
"Ugh..." The Brit brought up his right arm aka the arm
French Fry Game - USUK by FluffyFlaaffy, literature
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French Fry Game - USUK
"No."
"Aww, c'mon, Iggy!"
"No means no, Alfred!"
"But"
Arthur gave in. "Fine, what? What fun 'game' do you want to play? If it's 'Let's Give the Brit a Boner by Stroking His Eyebrows', then you can count me out."
"Naww, it's nothing like that!" Alfred flipped his hand. "It's called the 'French Fry Game', and"
"If this has anything to do with French kissing, then you can count me out," Arthur snapped, interrupting the American.
Alfred laughed. "No, nothing like that, don't worry, just... let me finish my sentences, jeez, and you call me impatient. Okay, so has Kiku or anyone else told you about the 'Pocky Game'?"
"...Oh dea
Francis put down the letter after reading it, smiling at how cute his "petit Anglais" was without even trying. The Frenchman stayed sitting on the couch for a couple more seconds before suddenly getting an idea. He was going to write back to Arthur. Francis considered writing the whole thing in French, but then decided against it when he thought about how frustrated it would make the Brit. Francis then had a better idea, and he set to work.
Thankfully for Francis, Arthur was out for the day, meaning that Francis was free to decorate however he felt like it. Francis began by getting out sheets of paper which were patterned and coloured to loo
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