Ok, so I have just recovered from my writer's slump, and let me tell you. I"M READY TO CONTINUE MY STORIES! :D Which mean I'll be updating this one sometime this month~ Unfortunately. The person I was writing this particular story with hasn't been responding :/ so I'll just continue it by myself. Thank you all for your patience ^^ And as a reward for being so patient, I'll give you a preview of my new upcoming Englandcest (1p! x 2p! England) fic. ^^; I really am truly sorry for keeping all of my lovely readers waiting. Till next update.~
PREVIEW:
Messages from a Parallel Universe
"That'll be about eighty pounds for that one there, lad." A stout salesman from 'Wiseman's Choice Antiques' jabbered out in a heavily accented British grunt, hastily pulling himself from the stool he had been lazily loafing about on.
He raised one of his fairly plump fingers to the front of the dusty little shop, pointing directly at a well kempt vintage mirror a young customer had been eyeing warily.
"E-eighty pounds?!" the young man cried out in disbelief, a pile of sweat forming just above his brow. He turned his bright green eyes towards the worker, staring into the man's boring grey eyes with a mortified expression.
"Afraid so, lad." The worker replied with a monotone voice. He shrugged towards the younger man, pulling out a newspaper from below the desk. "Don't like it, don't buy it," he muttered, half-heartedly sitting back on the stool, kicking his feet up onto the table before him. He stuck his nose into the newspaper, not wanting to converse with his customer any longer than need be.
The customer, an Arthur Kirkland, paced around the little shop slowly, sauntering his way over to said mirror deep in thought. He cautiously ran his pale hand down the frame of the fragile antique, having an internal argument with himself. Should he spend such well earned money on this flimsy little thing, or should he spend his money elsewhere, on something that might be of better taste, or have more appeal with people that visited his house often.
He pursed his pinkish lips childishly in thought, whilst his striking green eyes surveyed the other merchandise that was covered in mountains of dust and piles of cobwebs. From under his shaggy blonde hair, none of the other objects had quite fancied the gentleman like this mirror had. Something about this particular mirror peaked his interest; it had an alluring aura around it.
Begrudgingly, the British man dragged himself towards the back of the shop to purchase the mesmerizing item.
"I'll take it." He mumbled roughly, pulling out his old, worn out wallet which had his country's flag plastered onto the front of it.
'If only that bloody frog, Francis hadn't of completely obliterated my old stand-up mirror, I wouldn't have to go through all this bloody trouble!' Arthur thought to himself irritably, his eyebrow twitching up in anger.
Snapping out of his little dazed expression, Arthur hastily pulled the money from his wallet hesitantly, seeing the man across from his put down the newspaper he had apparently been reading.
Thank you all for reading ^^
