When they first met, the seer was a "slave". The client's green eyes where focused intently on the seer. The blonde haired client wanted to cook.
Years had passed, and the "slave" had become a shopkeeper. He smirked at England knowingly, loosely draped in a yukata. "So you want him to love you, correct?" The client was blushing, thinking of America, the wish merchant grinning perversely.
Decades later, His client was back, calm, yet broken. "Watanuki, I don't want my wish anymore." He whispered, hoarse. Watanuki looked at Arthur with a sigh, "I know what you want. You want someone to be your 'very important person'." Watanuki stared at England for the longest time, "Arthur Kirkland, you are a very important person to me." Arthur stared at him owlishly, shocked and at a loss for words. The wish merchant cleared his throat, "you can call me Kimihiro, if you want." Arthur sat down, and put his head on the space time wizard's shoulder. They sat like that for a long time.