Disclaimer: Do I have to say it? Sigh… I don't own Allan… :( Or anyone else…
By the way, it takes place in season three after the discover that the Kings "Body" is made of wax, only to find the coffin burned and the wax stand in melted.
Wax:
They'd been too slow.
They hadn't made it in time.
The wax had melted.
It was over.
England was finished.
Allan threw his arms up in the air with frustration.
However, on their way back down, his left arm hit the burning coffin.
Allan screamed out in pain.
Something was burning his arm.
He touched where it hurt, only to touch something sticky and warm.
Wax.
Much laughed, despite the situation. "You have to pull it off."
Allan pouted slightly, turning away from the snickering group, and slowly started to pull off the wax.
It hurt.
He closed his eyes as he pulled on the strip again.
Allan was caught off guard when little John walked up to him, and ripped the wax from his arm in one strong tug.
Allan screamed out in pain for the second time that day.
Robin couldn't stop laughing as he touched the arm Allan was cradling against his chest. "It's smooth…"