I normally never like to overthink things,
So when Arthur comes to mind,
It makes my head hurt.
His personality seems simple at first,
But he's the most complex person I've ever met.
He's a gentleman
And a pirate,
A punk
And an angel,
A mage
And a former empire.
He drinks and cusses like a sailor,
And stammers and blushes like a freaking schoolgirl.
He "wishes I could've stayed with him",
Then tells me to "get the fuck out of his house".
At a meeting, he once screamed that he wanted to push me off a building,
But when he was sick that one time, he insisted that he never hated me.
He's awkwardly offering friendship to me one moment,
And the next, he's trying to strangle me to death.
He's a bundle of complications shrink-wrapped into a flustered, messy-haired nation
Who is more than a millenia older than me,
But looks no more than four years my senior.
Japan calls him a "tsundere".
Sealand calls him a "jerk".
I call him "mine".