Hello again~

I told you in my last story that i had another one so here it is!

This is my first story that has chapters ...

But I promise i will update quickly and not leave anyone in displeasure ^^

So~

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Arthur was at his door step. It was raining but he didn't really care. He just held his unopened umbrella in one hand and his keys in the other. He unlocked his door and stepped inside. The warm air hit him as he entered the house and set his umbrella and keys down. He turned to walk towards his bedroom but instead was greeted by a face against his own. Arthur was pushed against the door. His eyes widened. The lips against his were familiar in some way he couldn't comprehend. Finally it clicked and he gave in. He kissed the stranger back weakly and gently pushed away.

"A simple hello would do just fine you know…" The stranger backed away and stood before Arthur. "Amelia…"

"Sorry, I just thought you were hurt."

"Why would I be hurt?"

"Well it's raining…"

"Sweetheart, just because it's raining doesn't mean I'm not okay. It just rains a lot. There's not really a reason." Amelia smiled. Her short brown hair fell in front of her shoulders as she removed her sunglasses and set them down. "Oh, and it's fairly cold outside. Why are you wearing that kind of attire?" Amelia looked down at her clothes. She didn't think it was unusual to wear a small American flag tied around her giant womanly chest and a bomber jacket. It was just her usual clothes. She shrugged and tightened the flag around her. Arthur sighed and walked to his bedroom. Amelia followed and pulled him into her arms as soon as they entered his room. He made a noise that Amelia couldn't tell was pain or annoyance. Either way, she let go.

"What's wrong?"

"Long day. Don't ask." Arthur grabbed a long sleeved button up shirt.

"What happened?"

"My victim got away today…"

"That sucks... but at least you got home safe!" Arthur had Amelia sit on the bed and he undid the thin flag around her chest and threw it aside.

"Yes, I suppose." Arthur sighed.

"My victims get away all the time…" Amelia said. Arthur removed Amelia's jacket leaving her completely topless.

"Practice makes perfect my dear." He threw the button up shirt around her shoulders and she put it on.

"Practice is for losers…" Arthur began to button up Amelia's shirt.

"Well how else do you expect to get better?" Arthur placed his hands on Amelia's shoulders and kissed her forehead.

"I don't know…" Arthur laughed and sat next to Amelia. He fell back in bed and sighed. Amelia turned and laid on Arthur's chest. "Cheer up!" He smiled faintly and closed his eyes. Amelia brushed his hair back with her hand. She continued to play with his hair until Arthur opened his eyes and smiled at her. She pressed her lips against his. Arthur kissed her back weakly and Amelia lightly laughed at the poor effort. Amelia pulled away and rested her head against his chest. He ran his fingers through her hair and they slowly drifted to sleep.

Arthur woke up with Amelia still lying on his chest. He gently ran his fingers through her hair. She awoke but kept her eyes close.

"Good Morning…." she sighed.

"Good morning sweet heart. How did you sleep?"

"Fine…"

"Sorry if I woke you up." Arthur put his hand down.

"No, no. It's fine." Amelia placed his hand back on her head. He laughed lightly and continued to run his fingers through her hair. She hummed contently and slowly opened her eyes. She sat up, and Arthur sat up as well. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind her and rested his head on her shoulder. Amelia looked around. Same white room with two windows and a dresser. Nothing looked out of place but Amelia swore something was wrong.

There was a sound from outside the door of their bedroom.

"A-Arthur…?"

"Yeah, I heard it too." He sighed and let go of Amelia. She quickly got out of bed and reached for her bat. "I don't think that will be necessary darling…" Amelia put her bat down and followed Arthur out of the room hanging onto the back of his shirt. They went down the stairs and into the huge living room. There, Gilbert and Madeline were sitting on the couch. As soon as they saw Arthur, their conversation stopped.

"How did you get into my house?" Arthur asked, confused.

"You didn't lock your door~" Madeline laughed. Amelia peeked out from behind Arthur and relaxed when she saw the intruders weren't dangerous.

"Why are you here?" Arthur sat on the couch across from the two intruders. Amelia followed and sat next to him.

"You failed." Gilbert said bluntly.

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No fellow country names please! Just a random citizen.

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