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When Arthur stormed into the house, te knew something was wrong. Moody to begin with, the Brit seemed even più worked up than usual as te slinked over to him. Yanking at his hair, he failed to perceive your approach as te draped your arms around his shoulders. “Hello, love!” te greeted, baciare his cheek warmly.
Shrieking, Arthur exclaimed, “Gah! Space, space!”
Pouting, te replied, “Don’t get your panties in a bunch! Sheesh!” te took a sede, sedile successivo to him and noticed that he looked ‘off his rocker’, as he would say. “What’s wrong, Arthur?” te 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?” te ran your fingers through his messy blonde hair.
“They drive me crazy! They kept teasing me,” he mumbled.
Almost amused, te raised an eyebrow, but carefully kept your tone concerned. “Teasing you? About what, hun?” Though he cast te a woeful glare, as if te were supposed to know, te continued watching him, letting him vent as he needed.
“I just…well, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell te for a long time…”
Blinking, te had to make sure te had heard that one correctly. “Something you’ve meaning to tell me?” He nodded sheepishly, red as could be, and te wondered what it was. Of course, he wouldn’t give anything away and seemed to become più 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 te think it is?” Arthur snapped. “I just—everyone knows!”
Inkling of hope burgeoning, te wondered if he was trying to propose to you.
“And it’s not fair because they always ask me when I will!”
te 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 te grew più confident.
“Just please, promise me te won’t laugh!”
Gently, te leaned inoltrare, avanti and kissed Arthur, shutting him up. Listening to him drive himself insane was cute, but te didn’t want his pride to be damaged permanently. When his lips pressed eagerly into yours, te wished for him to be all yours. Determined to have this wish granted, te calmly and playfully replied, “Chances are, I will probably say yes, so why don’t te 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, te couldn’t help but smile as he arrived cradling rose 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 cuore 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, te found yourself completely unprepared for the gorgeous ring mirroring te a thousand times over. Slipping the ring onto your finger and marveling at how perfectly it fit, just as te and Arthur fitted together, te tried to respond. Eyes watering, te looked at Arthur to find him smiling confidently. te were too choked up to speak.
“A-Arthur,” te were beyond touched, “of course I will! Yes! Yes!”
“Good,” he grinned, inviting te closer for a kiss, “because I’ve wanted to call te Mrs. Kirkland for a long, long time.”
Throwing your arms around him, carelessly knocking the chocolates and fiori onto the floor, te kissed your messy-haired, green-eyed fiancé until he flipped te onto your back. Even then, neither of te could stop baciare the other, but Arthur had something he wanted to say. Respecting his wishes, te halted your affections briefly. Straddling you, Arthur put a finger to your lips.
“Say it,” he quietly demanded, eyelids fluttering, “I want te to say it.”
“Say what?” te were confused. What had te been talking about?
“That te Amore me,” Arthur bluntly supplied, “I want to hear it.”
Laughing lightly, te pulled him close to you, lips eagerly brushing against his ear, “I Amore you, Arthur Kirkland. I want te to be mine, forever.” Before he could say it was so, te pushed your lips against his, claiming him eternally. “I Amore you,” te repeated between kisses, “and if I’m not saying it with kisses, then te shall hear it until the giorno te die.”
Arthur moved his lips sensually against yours. “I’m going to hold te to that, Mrs. Kirkland.”
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When Arthur stormed into the house, te knew something was wrong. Moody to begin with, the Brit seemed even più worked up than usual as te slinked over to him. Yanking at his hair, he failed to perceive your approach as te draped your arms around his shoulders. “Hello, love!” te greeted, baciare his cheek warmly.
Shrieking, Arthur exclaimed, “Gah! Space, space!”
Pouting, te replied, “Don’t get your panties in a bunch! Sheesh!” te took a sede, sedile successivo to him and noticed that he looked ‘off his rocker’, as he would say. “What’s wrong, Arthur?” te 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?” te ran your fingers through his messy blonde hair.
“They drive me crazy! They kept teasing me,” he mumbled.
Almost amused, te raised an eyebrow, but carefully kept your tone concerned. “Teasing you? About what, hun?” Though he cast te a woeful glare, as if te were supposed to know, te continued watching him, letting him vent as he needed.
“I just…well, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell te for a long time…”
Blinking, te had to make sure te had heard that one correctly. “Something you’ve meaning to tell me?” He nodded sheepishly, red as could be, and te wondered what it was. Of course, he wouldn’t give anything away and seemed to become più 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 te think it is?” Arthur snapped. “I just—everyone knows!”
Inkling of hope burgeoning, te wondered if he was trying to propose to you.
“And it’s not fair because they always ask me when I will!”
te 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 te grew più confident.
“Just please, promise me te won’t laugh!”
Gently, te leaned inoltrare, avanti and kissed Arthur, shutting him up. Listening to him drive himself insane was cute, but te didn’t want his pride to be damaged permanently. When his lips pressed eagerly into yours, te wished for him to be all yours. Determined to have this wish granted, te calmly and playfully replied, “Chances are, I will probably say yes, so why don’t te 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, te couldn’t help but smile as he arrived cradling rose 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 cuore 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, te found yourself completely unprepared for the gorgeous ring mirroring te a thousand times over. Slipping the ring onto your finger and marveling at how perfectly it fit, just as te and Arthur fitted together, te tried to respond. Eyes watering, te looked at Arthur to find him smiling confidently. te were too choked up to speak.
“A-Arthur,” te were beyond touched, “of course I will! Yes! Yes!”
“Good,” he grinned, inviting te closer for a kiss, “because I’ve wanted to call te Mrs. Kirkland for a long, long time.”
Throwing your arms around him, carelessly knocking the chocolates and fiori onto the floor, te kissed your messy-haired, green-eyed fiancé until he flipped te onto your back. Even then, neither of te could stop baciare the other, but Arthur had something he wanted to say. Respecting his wishes, te halted your affections briefly. Straddling you, Arthur put a finger to your lips.
“Say it,” he quietly demanded, eyelids fluttering, “I want te to say it.”
“Say what?” te were confused. What had te been talking about?
“That te Amore me,” Arthur bluntly supplied, “I want to hear it.”
Laughing lightly, te pulled him close to you, lips eagerly brushing against his ear, “I Amore you, Arthur Kirkland. I want te to be mine, forever.” Before he could say it was so, te pushed your lips against his, claiming him eternally. “I Amore you,” te repeated between kisses, “and if I’m not saying it with kisses, then te shall hear it until the giorno te die.”
Arthur moved his lips sensually against yours. “I’m going to hold te to that, Mrs. Kirkland.”
