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When Arthur stormed into the house, toi knew something was wrong. Moody to begin with, the Brit seemed even plus worked up than usual as toi slinked over to him. Yanking at his hair, he failed to perceive your approach as toi draped your arms around his shoulders. “Hello, love!” toi greeted, s’embrasser his cheek warmly.
Shrieking, Arthur exclaimed, “Gah! Space, space!”
Pouting, toi replied, “Don’t get your panties in a bunch! Sheesh!” toi took a siège suivant to him and noticed that he looked ‘off his rocker’, as he would say. “What’s wrong, Arthur?” toi stroked his cheek gently. “Did something happen at the World Meeting?”
“Ugh, just those gits, America and France! Argh!” Arthur fumed.
“Tell me what happened?” toi ran your fingers through his messy blonde hair.
“They drive me crazy! They kept teasing me,” he mumbled.
Almost amused, toi raised an eyebrow, but carefully kept your tone concerned. “Teasing you? About what, hun?” Though he cast toi a woeful glare, as if toi were supposed to know, toi continued watching him, letting him vent as he needed.
“I just…well, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell toi for a long time…”
Blinking, toi had to make sure toi had heard that one correctly. “Something you’ve meaning to tell me?” He nodded sheepishly, red as could be, and toi wondered what it was. Of course, he wouldn’t give anything away and seemed to become plus difficult—if that was possible. Your impossible Brit dealt with you, though, so patience could be prescribed to any situation, especially at his expense.
“What do toi think it is?” Arthur snapped. “I just—everyone knows!”
Inkling of hope burgeoning, toi wondered if he was trying to propose to you.
“And it’s not fair because they always ask me when I will!”
toi smiled oh-so knowingly; he was trying to propose to you!
“For months now, I’ve been trying, but it’s hard!”
This was too adorable and toi grew plus confident.
“Just please, promise me toi won’t laugh!”
Gently, toi leaned vers l'avant, vers l’avant and kissed Arthur, shutting him up. Listening to him drive himself insane was cute, but toi didn’t want his pride to be damaged permanently. When his lips pressed eagerly into yours, toi wished for him to be all yours. Determined to have this wish granted, toi calmly and playfully replied, “Chances are, I will probably say yes, so why don’t toi ask?”
Groaning and grimacing, Arthur launched himself to his feet, muttering, “Just a minute,” and stormed to the other room. Sitting on the couch, waiting for his return, toi couldn’t help but smile as he arrived cradling roses in one arm, carrying chocolates in one hand, an intricately decorated box in the other. Readying himself, clearing his throat, Arthur dithered and then fell to one knee before you.
So romantic and sweet was this man that your cœur, coeur raced uncontrollably.
“My love,” Arthur’s green eyes were smoldering as he stared up at you, “marry me, won’t you?”
Ring box opening with a small pop to reflect your expression, toi found yourself completely unprepared for the gorgeous ring mirroring toi a thousand times over. Slipping the ring onto your finger and marveling at how perfectly it fit, just as toi and Arthur fitted together, toi tried to respond. Eyes watering, toi looked at Arthur to find him smiling confidently. toi were too choked up to speak.
“A-Arthur,” toi were beyond touched, “of course I will! Yes! Yes!”
“Good,” he grinned, inviting toi closer for a kiss, “because I’ve wanted to call toi Mrs. Kirkland for a long, long time.”
Throwing your arms around him, carelessly knocking the chocolates and fleurs onto the floor, toi kissed your messy-haired, green-eyed fiancé until he flipped toi onto your back. Even then, neither of toi could stop s’embrasser the other, but Arthur had something he wanted to say. Respecting his wishes, toi halted your affections briefly. Straddling you, Arthur put a finger to your lips.
“Say it,” he quietly demanded, eyelids fluttering, “I want toi to say it.”
“Say what?” toi were confused. What had toi been talking about?
“That toi l’amour me,” Arthur bluntly supplied, “I want to hear it.”
Laughing lightly, toi pulled him close to you, lips eagerly brushing against his ear, “I l’amour you, Arthur Kirkland. I want toi to be mine, forever.” Before he could say it was so, toi pushed your lips against his, claiming him eternally. “I l’amour you,” toi repeated between kisses, “and if I’m not saying it with kisses, then toi shall hear it until the jour toi die.”
Arthur moved his lips sensually against yours. “I’m going to hold toi to that, Mrs. Kirkland.”
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When Arthur stormed into the house, toi knew something was wrong. Moody to begin with, the Brit seemed even plus worked up than usual as toi slinked over to him. Yanking at his hair, he failed to perceive your approach as toi draped your arms around his shoulders. “Hello, love!” toi greeted, s’embrasser his cheek warmly.
Shrieking, Arthur exclaimed, “Gah! Space, space!”
Pouting, toi replied, “Don’t get your panties in a bunch! Sheesh!” toi took a siège suivant to him and noticed that he looked ‘off his rocker’, as he would say. “What’s wrong, Arthur?” toi stroked his cheek gently. “Did something happen at the World Meeting?”
“Ugh, just those gits, America and France! Argh!” Arthur fumed.
“Tell me what happened?” toi ran your fingers through his messy blonde hair.
“They drive me crazy! They kept teasing me,” he mumbled.
Almost amused, toi raised an eyebrow, but carefully kept your tone concerned. “Teasing you? About what, hun?” Though he cast toi a woeful glare, as if toi were supposed to know, toi continued watching him, letting him vent as he needed.
“I just…well, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell toi for a long time…”
Blinking, toi had to make sure toi had heard that one correctly. “Something you’ve meaning to tell me?” He nodded sheepishly, red as could be, and toi wondered what it was. Of course, he wouldn’t give anything away and seemed to become plus difficult—if that was possible. Your impossible Brit dealt with you, though, so patience could be prescribed to any situation, especially at his expense.
“What do toi think it is?” Arthur snapped. “I just—everyone knows!”
Inkling of hope burgeoning, toi wondered if he was trying to propose to you.
“And it’s not fair because they always ask me when I will!”
toi smiled oh-so knowingly; he was trying to propose to you!
“For months now, I’ve been trying, but it’s hard!”
This was too adorable and toi grew plus confident.
“Just please, promise me toi won’t laugh!”
Gently, toi leaned vers l'avant, vers l’avant and kissed Arthur, shutting him up. Listening to him drive himself insane was cute, but toi didn’t want his pride to be damaged permanently. When his lips pressed eagerly into yours, toi wished for him to be all yours. Determined to have this wish granted, toi calmly and playfully replied, “Chances are, I will probably say yes, so why don’t toi ask?”
Groaning and grimacing, Arthur launched himself to his feet, muttering, “Just a minute,” and stormed to the other room. Sitting on the couch, waiting for his return, toi couldn’t help but smile as he arrived cradling roses in one arm, carrying chocolates in one hand, an intricately decorated box in the other. Readying himself, clearing his throat, Arthur dithered and then fell to one knee before you.
So romantic and sweet was this man that your cœur, coeur raced uncontrollably.
“My love,” Arthur’s green eyes were smoldering as he stared up at you, “marry me, won’t you?”
Ring box opening with a small pop to reflect your expression, toi found yourself completely unprepared for the gorgeous ring mirroring toi a thousand times over. Slipping the ring onto your finger and marveling at how perfectly it fit, just as toi and Arthur fitted together, toi tried to respond. Eyes watering, toi looked at Arthur to find him smiling confidently. toi were too choked up to speak.
“A-Arthur,” toi were beyond touched, “of course I will! Yes! Yes!”
“Good,” he grinned, inviting toi closer for a kiss, “because I’ve wanted to call toi Mrs. Kirkland for a long, long time.”
Throwing your arms around him, carelessly knocking the chocolates and fleurs onto the floor, toi kissed your messy-haired, green-eyed fiancé until he flipped toi onto your back. Even then, neither of toi could stop s’embrasser the other, but Arthur had something he wanted to say. Respecting his wishes, toi halted your affections briefly. Straddling you, Arthur put a finger to your lips.
“Say it,” he quietly demanded, eyelids fluttering, “I want toi to say it.”
“Say what?” toi were confused. What had toi been talking about?
“That toi l’amour me,” Arthur bluntly supplied, “I want to hear it.”
Laughing lightly, toi pulled him close to you, lips eagerly brushing against his ear, “I l’amour you, Arthur Kirkland. I want toi to be mine, forever.” Before he could say it was so, toi pushed your lips against his, claiming him eternally. “I l’amour you,” toi repeated between kisses, “and if I’m not saying it with kisses, then toi shall hear it until the jour toi die.”
Arthur moved his lips sensually against yours. “I’m going to hold toi to that, Mrs. Kirkland.”
