Arthur Kirkland ran a soapy hand through his hair, coating it with slimy shampoo. The hot water streamed over him, dripping off his chin and finger. He relaxed, and let his head fall back, done with washing his hair. As the water streamed through his hair, pulling the soap with it, he rubbed his scalp, massaging it slowly. He pulled his fingers out, untangling small knots. He whipped his head out, from underneath, water spraying everywhere. He grabbed his coconut conditioner and put some on his hands, before rubbing it into his hair. He tossed it and scratched his scalp with his nails, before he let the conditioner sit. After he handled the rest of his business in the shower, he washed the conditioner from his hair. He turned the water off and stepped out.
"Pub pub to the pub.. Oh where is that bloody towel?" He looked around, flipping on the switch for the fan. As the steam cleared, the Englishman saw his reflection slowly slip into view. A handsome face, framed by straw colored hair, large beautiful green eyes, and of course, his large gentleman's eyebrows that everybody always fussed about. He smiled, no, smirked at his reflection. Time for some intelligent conversation. Arthur leaned foward and pressed his finger against the mirror, drawing on features. First a dainty hat, long wavey hair, and the clothing. What now appeared on the mirror was a mask. The mask of a woman, and Arthur was 'wearing' it.
"Oh, Hello Mr. Kirkland! You're looking quite smashing right now~"
He heightened the pitch, the 'woman' smiling back at him in the mirror. A noise out of room caught his attention, Keys turning in the lock of his front door. "ARRRRRRRTHUR!!" a feminine voice called.
"Shit, Livis here?" he said softly "And there's no fucking towels…"
There was the stomping sound of Livi's combat books as she walked around the apartment. "I'M EATTING YOUR ICE CREAM!"
Arthur sighed softly, running a hand through his hair, trying to find a solution. Ask for a towel? That'd be awkward… Wait.. Livi was a lesbian… that ment…
Livi plopped down on Arthur's plush couch, cradling the ice cream she had liberated from the freezer. Taking a bite and she smiled, Arthur always knew to keep her favorite in the house. The door to the right opened, and steam poured out. Livi's mouth fell open, as she walked Arthur Kirkland, walk across the room, buck naked.
Arthur blinked for a second, watching her. "What? Never seen an Englishman's junk before?" Her watch her eyes settle on the prize between his thighs. England pivoted on his heel and quickly walking to his room, laughing the whole way there.
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AN: I'd just like for everyone to realise, Livi is not a mary sue. This was actually written for a friend of the same name(and an England roleplayer) on facebook. I decided to post it here because I figured you guys would enjoy it. Please dont be offended. Much love 3