I saw Arthur sitting up at the counter. Found him, finally in this damn pub in London. Ever since my homeland, America won the revolutionary war this is where Arthur would be. He'd always come here to drown himself in liquor. I walked over and ordered water. I only drink seldom, but Arthur always did. Arthur's head went up when I sat down beside him.
"Amelia. W-Whutta you doin' here?!" He yelled at me in a drunken stupor. I took a gulp of my water before chugging it all at once.
"I'm here to talk about your drinking Arthur. What's up with you?" Arthur shook his head before patting his chest proudly.
"There's nothing wrong wit me. I-I'M United bloody Kingdom." Arthur hiccupped before putting a hand over his mouth, he swallowed his puke. I sighed and put his arm over my shoulder. I put the money down for the water before I helped Arthur out. I led him out to his chariot and pushed him in.
"Miss Amelia, where to?" The chariot driver asked. I smiled at him.
"Home." He nodded as I slipped in with Arthur. The chariot began to move as Arthur crawled over to me. He smiled up at me.
"Amelia. Hiccup. Your lap is soft." He said before laying his head down on my lap. I sighed and rubbed his hair.
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I helped Arthur inside of our large mansion/house. He was recovering a little bit from his drunken state. As I walked into the house I helped Arthur to the sofa. Arthur groaned when he hit the couch. I was about to walk away when he grabbed my wrist.
"Amelia, wait." He tugged me towards him. I allowed myself to get pulled, landing on top of him. Arthur grinned, and leaned in to kiss me. I moved my head and he kissed my cheek.
"Whats wrong?" He asked, I could smell the liquor on his breath. I got up from him.
"You reek of liquor. I told you that you shouldn't drink so much." Arthur got up from the couch.
"Well can't a man drink? After losing thirteen colonies it's the only thing to do!" He yelled. I turned to him.
"What are you getting at Arthur?" I asked trying to hold the tears back. I knew that even after two years he was still upset about that.
"I wouldn't get so damn drunk if you and that brother of yours didn't want to be independent!" The tears went down my face. My brother Alfred and I fought hard for our freedom. Well, I should say his freedom. I gave up America and its Alfred's now. Arthur sighed and his eyes softened.
"Amelia. Love I didn't mean it like that." He reached out for me, but I went to my room. I shut the door and slid down to the floor.
"Damnit! You selfish Brit! Do you care about anyone, but yourself?!" I sobbed into my hands. Arthur knocked on the door. I stood up and wiped the tears and opened the door. Arthur's lips connected to mine in a heated kiss. I didn't want to kiss this disgusting, selfish man but I couldn't stop myself. His arms went around me. I pulled away and glanced at the door, not wanting to look at him. Arthur pulled me close to him; he rested his head on my shoulder.
"I'm sorry. I'm drunk as a bloody fish. I'm sorry; I didn't mean to say that." I just stood in his arms. Arthur kissed me again before pushing me against the door. He began kissing my neck. I sighed; here I am again giving into him. I pushed him away this time. Arthur raised an eyebrow.
"Amelia." I put my hand up.
"Save it. I'm heading out." Arthur grabbed my hand.
"For what?" I turned to him and kissed him deeply. He kissed back and leaned in for more when I pulled away.
"I need to clear my head, Arthur. I'll be back." Arthur kissed my cheek.
"Hurry back, I need you here." His words made my heart sink. Arthur's absolutely right, without me he'll be lost. And he still blames me for the lost colonies. I always come back for him; I wish I could find a way to break it off with him. But, in a weird way I don't. Arthur watched me enter my chariot as I went away.