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Back round/ Setting: Okkay~ well obviously its present-day. Time of year will be irrelevant, and when it is necessary, I will bring it up (havent really decided yet xD)
Arthur Kirkland, a twenty-something Englishman with brilliant green eyes and the ability to use black magic, has been having these odd dreams lately... Recently, his dreams have gotten longer and revealed more about something that seems almost like deja vu. Other info will be revealed as the story goes on.

Arthur woke, in a similar way to the past few days, with a start. Lately he'd become accustomed to waking up from less than pleasant dreams. For some unknown reason, the magical Brit knew something was going to happen. However, the dreams gave him no insight, other thasn an eerie feeling and a pair of glowing red eyes. He would find himself alone in a large, baroque grand hall. It was very dark, and the place seemed to be like it had been abandoned many years ago. Today, however, his dream was extended.

He saw what he thought were Alfred and his twin when he turned around, he tried to run towards them. However, when he just about reached them when they disappeared quickly. He turned around again, seeing a flash of silver. He saw three figures, all seeming a bit off in the way they stood, almost as if they were injured. One of them was leaning up against one of the walls, under a glowing candelabra that hung on the wall. The shadowy figure walked past him in a blur before he could figure out who it was. 'Arthur~' it said in a voice that resembled the voice of his old friend Gilbert. Then suddenly, all three figures disappeared. An urgent, somewhat desperate rush of fear shot through his body. But before he could identify anything that made him feel this way, he woke up.

"hm...Arthur?" grumbled the blonde American lying next to him. "You okay?"

"Of course I am. Go back to sleep,git" He was trying to think of what his dreams meant. That was more easily done if Alfred was asleep and he could think. (At least think about things other than Alfred for a moment)

While one would probably consider Arthur only a half decent magician, he did have extensive knowledge in the field. Which was why it perplexed him when he couldn't figure out his dreams and what they meant. He was usually really good at the whole magical arts/ dream interpretation thing.

He decided that for now, he would try to ignore the dreams,For all he knew they meant nothing. But, as much as he wanted that to be true, he knew it wasn't.

He decided to make some tea, because it could calm his nerves. It was also an English drink, which made things better (God save the queen~)

While he was drinking his freshly brewed Earl Grey tea (Like it bloody well should be), a sleepy Alfred walked into the dim living room. Arthur sat on the smooth leather couch in the apartment that the two shared.

"Artie!" he greeted the older energetically. 'I thought he was tired.' thought the Englishman.

"What?"

"Dude, why are you up so early? Its uncool to be up now-"

"It's bloody noon! It's perfectly acceptable to get up now. Any later and we might bloody miss tea time!" Interrupted Arthur.

Alfred pouted, 'Artie seems particularly grouchy this "morning" Maybe it had something to do with last night.' When Alfred walked through the darkness into the room last night, Arthur had been mumbling, and it concerned him a bit.

And now, for what seemed to be no particular reason, he was worried. Well, there was a reason. The Englishman sat there, deeper in thought than he'd seen him in for a long time. He was very out of it in a way, he was there , but at the same time, he seemed to be somewhere else. This is why Alfred was worried. This wasn't something that would happen a lot. And he just sat there, drinking tea before tea time. He really only did this to relax, usually after a fight to calm down. [Generally these fights were with the overly sexual Frenchman {bloody frog}]

"What's wrong Artie?" Alfred asked.

"No-nothing git. And don't call me that." he stared into his teacup. He watched the still, amber colored liquid and the small ripples that came when he moved it, as Alfred began to speak.

"The hero can tell when something is wrong. What is it?"

Still looking into his tea, as if it held the answer to his dilemma, he spoke, "I don't want to talk to you about something that isn't wrong, wanker. I'm okay."

The two just sat there for a moment, both deep in thought of what to do next. 'There is definatly something wrong. And he's not going to tell me. But, maybe if I get him to tell someone, I can still help. Cause that's what heroes do! But who... WAIT! I know, Mattie.' Alfred thought.

"The hero has an idea. Why don't you just talk to Mattie if something is wrong, and you still don't want to talk to me? I mean, she is pretty good with both magical stuff and just stuff in general."

'Alfred actually said something relatively smart for once. His sister does know a bit of white magic, and she is a very good fortune teller, not that anyone else really knows about that. But Al said something smart, I guess there is a first time for everything' Arthur thought.

"Because there is nothing wrong like I told you git."

"Well. I'm still here for you, cause I'm the HERO~" the American said with an odd amount of enthusiasm after just getting up and the actually serious moment he had just moments before. [Way to ruin the moment.]

"What ever. I'm going out for a but. See you later, possibly for teatime. But yes, I'm going out for a while. Stay out of trouble git." And with that, the Brit left. Alfred knew exactly where he was headed too. He smiled, then returned to get dressed and lounge around while his twin fixed everything.

Arthur was going to visit Madeline 'Mattie' Williams, the adorable twin sister of Alfred. Mattie was a more relaxed and refined girl than her brother. She never felt the need to make herself noticed, and for that not many people knew who she was, but she was perfectly fine with that. Though, she had the tendency to be caught by the eye of a few gentlemen, much to the displeasure of Gilbert Beilschmidt, her boyfriend.

Mattie was always in tune with the atmosphere and the thoughts of others. She always seemed to know what you were thinking, and how to solve your problem. And, on top of that, she had magic. Albeit not much, but enough that she could help in this situation more than someone with out it. And this was the reason he needed to speak with her.

The trip to the sixth floor of the apartment was quick for him, there was nothing really in the way and he may or may not have decided to run there. It was fortunate that they were only two floors apart from her. Generally this was useful when Alfred needed her. [The git always gets scared but watches the movies anyways...Then claims he needs to "make sure his sister is alright"...] He traveled the paint splattered hallways listening to the bit of noise that his footsteps made on the cold, and stark white linoleum floor. He looked around at the floor he often referred to as 'That bloody artsy floor'. Though, he never really visited the floor that often, or spoke of it enough to call it that very often. But, he was right, it was a very artsy floor of the apartment. Everyone had interestingly painted doors to match the equally splattered brick walls on this floor. Every floor seemed to be different than the others. For example, this was the artsy floor with the colorful interiors [not to mention the colorful people who lived on this floor] and the floor that he and Alfred lived on was more Victorian style floor with the black and white tiled floors and wallpaper. The apartment did not really match, but that was what made it so unique. [Though, all of the insides of the apartments were the same. It really was just the way the floors were decorated.]

Arthur walked down to the room, 21, where he would no doubt find Mattie. The question he found himself asking was 'Is that albino git going to be there too? Oh god, I hope that bloody frog isn't there either.'

He took a moment to collect his thoughts, then reached out to knock on the star patterned door.

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