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Arthur escaped from the castle again for the who knows my many times with his horse. According to him, life inside the castle sucks as hell, everything gets on your way, not letting you do whatever you please. No matter what you do, you were always get dictated. He got out from the castle by disguising as a carriage man, thankfully it worked unbelievably, the security inside was so tight. Arthur went out to town to see what his people doing. 'Lively as always...' he thought to himself as he tied his white horse at the fences.He always loved this town, the smell of the foods and the kind and cheerful people. He walked and walked until he g...

 Your POV Arthur lead us back to his house, Alfred and I followed closely behind in our cars. I was eager to remember that lost memory. The memory of the one who had killed me... I wasn't sure who the killer was going to be. But the thought of it is enough to make my heart ache. As soon as we reached Arthur's house, we evacuated our cars and made our way to the front door. "You know you don't have to remember if you don't want to, (y/n)." Alfred said quietly behind me. "Like I said before, I want to remember." I said with a sigh. "We just don't want to force you into something you don't want to do." Arthur said, leading us into a large lib...

Now, please take a look, at this sad story. Don't forget to have your handkerchief ready. A girl about eighteen years came down to the town of (K/N). It was just a simple and nice on this Saturday afternoon, it was a simple day. People were walking, children are playing. You know like a normal day....without any techie stuff like cellphones, laptops and tabs. Nope, not even tumblr and facebook... You were walking down just trying to keep your headband from the wind, looks like it is getting breezy. Although you were trying to keep it away from the wind. It was nonetheless hard. But suddenly a strong gush of wind started to blow away exposi...

 I walked down the hall, chatting with the three boys, they had promised that they would show me to my first class. Mostly because they all had that class with me. The class was history, which was my best subject. I had always loved history, especially the time of the Revolutionary War. I wasn't really sure why it was my favorite. Sure that was when America was battling Britain for it's Independence, but something about it felt important to me.I had learned a lot about the three boys in that short walk. Francis was from France, while Gilbert hailed from the broken country of Prussia (It's not a country anymore ;-; ), and Antonio was from S...

"Have you ever heard of Arthur Kirkland?"You looked up from your novel, and peered up at your friend, who you found staring into your (e/c) eyes, two inches away from your face. You smirked at her, and marked your place in your book. Setting it down in the grass next to you, she asked the same question."Well?" She asked. "Have you?""Have I what?" You asked back, resting one leg atop the other, leaning back on the big oak tree behind you, putting your arms behind your head."Have you ever heard of Arthur Kirkland?" A little annoyance detected in her voice.You had to ponder a moment. You hadn't recalled any 'Arthur'."I..don't beleive so."Roll...

"…Guilty. Of robbery on the seas, plundering, murder-"the judge says before he is interrupted."Now, wait there a sec judge. Tha wasn't any of my fault! That's all on the Spanish bastard!" Arthur shouts at the judge. The people watching the trail shouts and booed at the mention of the Spanish pirate."Quiet! Quiet! Order in the court!" and with that, the crowd calms down."Continuing on with the charges of Arthur Kirkland. Guilty, of piracy." The judge spits out the word like a curse."To the guillotine. Four days' time at noon." The judge finalizes while throwing down the hammer.And the crowd cheered at the announcement of his death, but of c...

I used to rule the world Seas would rise when I gave the word Now in the morning I sleep alone Sweep the streets I used to ownI used to roll the dice Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes Listen as the crowd would sing "God bless the king! Long live the king!"One minute I held the key Next the walls were closed on me And I discovered that my castles stand Upon pillars of salt, pillars of sandI hear Jerusalem bells ringing Roman Cavalry choirs are singing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign fieldFor some reason I can't explain Once you go there was never Never an honest word And that was when I ruled the worldIt was th...

:iconclearheartsplz:For my dear friend,  InkyStardust . You asked for tragedy , you got tragedy.    “So, what are some of your most favorite memories?”     Spain glanced down and thought for a moment. After a few seconds, a grin spread across his face, “My pirating days were pretty fun. I got to explore the New World and meet all kinds of amazing people! But, I gotta say, taking care of little Romano was a treasure in itself.”     You smiled; of course you’d been expecting that last answer.     “And just as much as I enjoyed my time with baby Romano, I’ve cherished my memories with you.” He threw an arm across your shoulders and brought...

England's POV Another meeting. Nothing too special. The frog was trying to fight with me again. Usually I would gladly feed the fire, but lately, I just couldn't find the fun in it anymore. Nothing made me interested anymore. Maybe it's because the one person I hated the most was the only one who seemed to be giving me attention. And that was because he wanted to get me angry. I sighed and laid my head on the table and covered it with my arms.Peeking out of the crack between them, I found myself looking at my little, well was little, brother, Alfred. Ever since he left, he would have nothing to do with me. No one would have anything to do ...