Arthur set his book and tea down when he heard the mail arrive. He pulled on his shoes, taking the time to lace them properly and walked outside, just like everyday. He picked up the newspaper first then picked up the stack of mail, carrying them inside and dropping them on the counter. Pouring another glass of tea he ran his fingers through his messy blonde hair before picking it up and sipping it. While sipping Arthur sat in a chair at the table with the mail, crossing his legs looking very British as he sat there sipping tea and sorting mail in his dorky sweater-vest that didn't look at all bad on him. Junk, bills, letter… Arthur barely glanced at it and almost dismissed it until he realized the familiar sloppy handwriting and dropped the bill currently in his hand, all other mail forgotten. His hands began to shake and he took a gulp of breath.
A/N: heres my new story. SO SORRY I HAVENT UPDATED IN A WHILE! School started and i kept writing but I havent been typing so... I'LL TRY! plz tell me i still have veiwers...