To: Arthur_James_Kirkland
from: YouKnowYouLoveMe
Hey there! The last time I saw you, you were a little taller than me but I grew way taller so we'll see who's taller now! (That was a lot of taller's I just typed X3) Oh and my flight is next week so try emailing me back before then. I know sometimes you take your sweet time responding to me so… don't! :D By the way, do you still have that cat we found together? You know, Crumpet? I remember he was just a kitten so I don't think he's dead yet… And did you keep my pet rock like I asked you to!? Because if you didn't, that would be so not cool… Low blow dude… low blow.
Anyways, are you sure your mom knows I'm staying with you guys for the two weeks I'll be there? I mean, I know you don't keep things from your family but maybe you forgot? I just don't want to be rude and waltz in saying, 'Hello new temporary family! :D' That would be weird… :T. And your brothers aren't still mean to you are they? Because, I'd have to beat them up… (Yeah… I got buff and tall when I moved back to America! There food is still much better than England's by the way XD)
So yeah. Message me back as soon as you get this!
-Your Hero, Alfred!
To: YouKnowYouLoveMe
from: Arthur_James_Kirkland
I see you still refuse to get the fact through your head that I've moved into my own flat. I'm 21 years old, have a job, and live on my own Alfred… It's not too difficult of a concept to grasp.
And you say you've gotten taller? Well, we'll see who's the tallest when you finally get here. I've grown a few inches myself... (Plus I do respond to you on time, just not during the day while I'm at work… so stop throwing a fit). And I understand your flight is next week. Why do you think I took that day off of work to come and pick you up from the airport? Sometimes I swear you can be so naïve and untrusting.
Yes Alfred, the kitten is still alive… You only moved away 8 years ago. Surely you know cats live longer than that don't you? And if you have paid attention to any of my emails within the past 3 years, you'd know that I apologized for losing your rock already. Remember that I'm not a pack rat so I throw things away without thinking of what you call a 'deep sentimental' meaning…
…My brothers are still quite rude to me but I've grown out of giving them the satisfaction of seeing me upset. It doesn't faze me anymore when they try and insult me so no need to worry love...
And just to correct your dreadful spelling and grammar, "taller's" is not a word.
-Arthur
Authors note: Alright so this is my first story posted on here! I know I have a sucky summary but please try and bare with it? TwT... So here's the prologue, and I know it's short, but the next few chapters will get progressively longer! :D
((I don't own Hetalia or the characters obviously~))