CookieNinja: Well, looky what I wrote! I started a new fanfic and fandom!

Arthur: Umm... Excuse me, but may I ask... WHO THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU!?

Alfred: Aw, chill Artie! I'm sure she won't hurt you!

CookieNinja: _ ARTHUR! *glomps* I'm putting you in a new fanfic!

Arthur: What the bloody hell!? *Tries to pry her off of him*

Alfred: *Laughing at the sight* Dude, calm yourself! Just relax and see how it goes!

"Class, I want you to each come up front to my desk and draw a slip of paper from out of the hat. On each piece, there is a name of some mythical, legendary, or even a real person on it. In this exercise, I would like you to create you're very own adventure for whom ever you have drawn. There is no minimum nor maximum length for this assignment and I expect every individual to think of a unique adventure. You may now come try your luck and pick the paper out of the hat." The female creative writing professor announced at the beginning of class. "Oh, might I add, you will have this whole class session to begin brainstorming ideas. Now, hurry up and get started. It will be due tomorrow at the end of class."

This will be quite simple to accomplish. Arthur furrowed his brows when he heard the last part. Due at the end of tomorrow's class… How can I possibly write a story in such short a time! He shook his head and watched his classmates all get up and go to the front of the classroom. He stood up smoothing the wrinkles out of his uniform pants and made his way to the professor's desk. I do hope that I get someone I am familiar with. After waiting for what seemed an eternity it was at last Arthur's turn to pull a piece of paper out of the hat. As he reached into the hat, he closed his eyes. Instead of just grabbing the first folded piece of paper he touched, he stirred them around a bit then grabbed one. He pulled out his hand and without looking at the paper he walked back to where he was previously sitting. Please be someone I know… Slowly, Arthur unfolded the paper carefully and looked at what was written. "King Arthur of Camelot… ", he mumbled to himself. "I know who this is. It is quite ironic that I would end up choosing him." He chuckled to himself quietly and began brainstorming. Time seemed to pass in a blink of an eye and Arthur had a few ideas with basic outlines jotted down in his notebook. The bell rang signaling the dismissal of the class. Arthur stood up and straightened his uniform before throwing his messenger bag over his shoulder and heading out of the classroom.

The sun was shining brightly and Arthur could feel the warmth of its rays on his face. With his eyes closed he tilted his head toward the sun. "That writing assignment is all I have for today. I think I'll spend the rest of my afternoon in the garden." Just as he had finished his sentence, he was suddenly hugged from behind, almost falling from the tackle-like force. "What the bloody hell?!" He turned his head to see his white haired roommate clinging to him. "Get off of me you wanker! " Arthur tried to break out of the hug.

"Aw, c'mon! Don't be that way! You know you like getting hugs from me in hopes that my awesomeness will rub off on you!" Gilbert exclaimed while laughing at the British blonde struggling to get out of his hug.

Somehow Arthur managed to slip out of Gilbert's grip. He straightened out his uniform and stood in front of him. "I do not need any of your so called 'awesomeness' thank you very much. Now, if you would excuse me, I would like to go back to our room and change into a more comfortable outfit."

Gilbert smiled and put his arm around Arthur's shoulders. "Well, I'll walk you there since I myself am heading that way!"
"I'd rather you not touch me." Arthur carefully grabbed Gilbert's arm and took it off of him.

"Fine, fine. I won't touch you." Gilbert made a face at Arthur and mumbled under his breath. "Drama queen."

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing, nothing at all."

The two walked back to the dormitory in silence. As soon as Arthur entered their room, he instantly hung his bag up and changed into an olive green T-shirt and a pair of khaki shorts. "I'm going for a walk in the school's garden. Please don't cause any trouble while I am gone." He called out behind him as he walked out of the room.
"Pfft! I won't cause any trouble!" Gilbert chuckled to himself. "Me? Cause trouble? Why does that Brit think I'll cause trouble? Since he's gone… party time!" He grabbed his cell phone and called a few friends inviting them over to his room.

Once again outside, Arthur made his way to the college garden. "The flowers should all be in bloom around this time of year." He smiled to himself at the thought of all the beautiful flowers along with the huge variety of plant species. A glint in the distance caught Arthur's eye. He turned to see what had caused it, but to his avail, there was nothing but a few trees and an empty courtyard.

"I need to be more careful. He almost saw me." A tall blonde wearing a brown jacket with and eagle patch and an American flag patch stood behind a tree out of the Brit's sight. "It's been quite a while Arthur. I've finally found where you have been hiding all this time, dude." The man adjusted his glasses and watched Arthur walk into the school garden. He expertly made his way to the garden without being spotted and followed closely behind Arthur.

An array of colors surrounded Arthur as he entered the center of the garden. He touched the grass to check if it was wet before laying on his back and looking up at the clear blue sky. The flowers are all in full bloom, the sky is clear, the sun is shining, today seems to be perfect. His thoughts wandered for quite some time before he started thinking about his story. "King Arthur…" He mumbled quietly. Multiple ideas made their way into his train of thoughts of where he wanted the story to go, what would happen, and even small details. His thoughts grew less focused as he slowly began to close his eyes and drift to sleep.

The tall blonde man walked up to Arthur and poked his cheek. "Hey, dude. Are you sleeping?" He waited a moment and Arthur gave no response. "This makes everything so much easier, man!" Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a small pouch. Inside was a sparkling dust that seemed to be gold and silver with glimpses of purple. He took a small pinch of the dust and sprinkled it over Arthur and then himself as he mumbled to himself. "You look like him, but I wonder if you're the same dude." Then suddenly they both slowly faded and the garden looked as if there was no one in it just seconds before.

Arthur: Bastard! Are you kidnapping me?!

Alfred: Well, dude, it looks like I'm kidnapping you! xD

CookieNinja: Relax. I know what I'm doing. )

Arthur: Why do I get this feeling I should not trust you...?

Alfred: I trust her! This is gonna be fun! I got magic powers like you Artie!

Arthur: Bastard! *throws scones at him*

CookieNinja: Well, please read and REVIEW! Should I continue this?