You stood at the door, wondering why Arthur had called you to his room all of a sudden. You raised a hand to knock, but before you could, his voice came from inside the room. 'Come in, _.'"
"Yes Arthur?"
"My servants overheard you saying you were famished, correct?"
You don't remember saying that, but reply in the affirmative way to the charming British gentleman.
England smirks at you, one Iggybrow raised, and beckons you closer.
Hesitantly, trying to control your nerves, you step closer and try to hide your gasp as he wraps an arm around your waist.
He speaks to you. "You want it, yes?" You nod. Arthur then opens his mouth and regurgitates Scone into your mouth. All you can do is smile, because you know deep inside, this is all you've wanted.
This would probably count as a collaborative fic, as my friend Herbivore wrote this with me.
Please note, this is not meant to be taken seriously. It was a spur-of-the-moment hilarity thing.
Although there's no harm if you like this sort of thing...ಠ_ಠ