Arthur smiled at the angel boy as he fixed them both a cup of tea and took out a separate cup filled with sugar cubes, “Yes, there is the sugar.” He sat back down holding his cup once it had finished steeping. “You do remind me a lot of America.. Oh, yes, I see know.”Alfred took the cup, thanking Arthur with a childish grin. He took a small sip, sticking his tongue out when it got scalded. He blinked up with his tongue still out. “You make good tea.” He manage to speak with his tongue out. “I never met America. The angels talk about him and more with Britannia than others. Britannia favors America though. I like it here in England though.”He place the cup down to just swing his legs. “How do I remind you of America?”
“Thank you, lad.” Nodding after speaking, Arthur grinned at little Alfred. “You look alot like him. I do not see Alfred in my land much, so I was quite surprised to see you~”
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*raises his eyebrows* I don’t mind giving you one, jitterbug. *hugs her close*
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▲1 | reblogShe leaned slightly into his touches, “N-No sleep… b-but thank you…”, she looked up at him, “H-How…? T-There w-was a revolver beside me hon…”
Surprised slightly, Arthur just nodded and kept quiet for a long moment. He wanted to know so much more about the incident… He stood up, “I-I’m going to get a cup of tea. I’ll be back in a moment..” Arthur wasn’t actually thirsty, instead he wanted the tea to feel more at ease.
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