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Arthur walked the rainy streets of London, umbrella in hand, and taking time to look at everything. Even the blue police box which was completely out of place, he took notice and grinned. Though he quickly became was lost in thought, mentally complaining about his annoying brothers, when someone crashed into him.
"That bloody hurt!" It was a blonde girl with gorgeous green eyes.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry." Arthur said quickly.
"Yeah, you-... What?"
"I said I'm sorry."
"Oh, well, it was partially my fault."
"Oh, no no, it was my fau- oh! Tinker Bell it's so nice to see you!" The girl that had just ran into Arthur stared at him in shock.
"Well, hi Arthur! It's good to see you too!" Responded Tink.
This caused the English girl to stare at Arthur in more shock.
Oh dear, thought Arthur. I just spoke to Tink in front of her! She probably thinks I'm crazy now... She was pretty though.
The words that came out of her mouth made him think that he was dreaming. "You can see her?"
He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Yes. Yes, I can."
The both of them took time to recover from the shock. Meanwhile, Tinker Bell just kind of floated next to Alice secretly shipping the two.
"I think we need to be properly introduced."
"Yes." He stuck his hand out. "Hello, I'm Arthur."
She shook his hand. "And I'm Alice."
There was a pang of familiarity for a moment, but it quickly faded.
They were silent for a minute until Tink flew to Arthur's ear and whispered. "You should ask her out." Then watched Arthur turn red.
"Um... You alright?" Asked Alice.
Oh, um..." Tink tugged his hair where Alice couldn't see. "Ow! OK... So, Alice... Would you care to... Have some tea with me?" He finally said.
Alice blinked. "Oh, uh... Yes, that sounds lovely, Arthur."
Tinker Bell giggled. "Oh, I'm glad we ran into you, Arthur! OK, I have to go now!" Tink just dashed off ignoring both Alice and Arthur's threats of she didn't get back.
"So, I know a good tea shop... You want to go?" Arthur offered.
"Yeah, uh... Um... Alright." Alice glared at the spot where Tink was.
They strolled to the Blue Dragon Tea and Coffee House and sat down inside the warm, bright cafe. The waiter came up to their table. He had his blonde hair in a short ponytail and blue eyes. French blue eyes. Arthur looked up at Francis.
"Holy mother of Christ! What the bloody hell are you doing here?"
Francis shook his head and clicked his tongue. "Iggy, Iggy, Iggy, I thought I told you better than that, while you're on a date don't swear. Oh, who is this Cher?"
"Not interested any, frog."
Francis looked disappointed. "Huh, she's a good match for you, Iggy you both reject me . So, can I take your orders since I can't flirt with the pretty lady?"
"Fine, Franny, I'll have some Earl Gray and cranberry-orange scones."
Alice looked over her menu. "Well, I guess I'll have the same as Arthur."
"Fine, it'll be out in a few minutes." Francis left the table to place their orders and attend to other customers. Arthur watched him leave then turned to his companion.
"So, what was that about?" Alice asked.
"He's an old friend err... Enemy of mine who swings both ways." Arthur replied.
"Ah, I've got one of those too and strangely enough she's French as well."
"Hmm, that is strange."
"So, Arthur, by any chance do you watch Doctor Who?"
"Yes, it's one of my favorite shows besides Sherlock."
"What do you think of Peter Capulid?" Alice asked.
"He is my favorite in the new series. He reminds me of Tom Baker's Doctor."
"You've watched Classic Doctor Who!?"
"Yep, every single episode." Alice beamed at Arthur.
"Me too! A little game of trivia then?"
"Sure, why not?" Arthur was excited he had found someone who was a true Whovian!
"OK so, which Doctor had the longest run?"
"Seven A.K.A. Sylvester Mccoy. He did the TV show 1987-1996." Arthur answered.
"The first appearance of a Dalek was simply a..."
"Plunger and a whisk"
"Which Doctor made an appearance in The Day of the Doctor?" Alice asked.
"Four, also known as Tom Baker or the best doctor ever!"
Alice giggled at Arthur's loud declaration, but she had to disagree. She personally loved the twelfth Doctor, but they could argue about that at a later time.
"Now, one last question. Who was the first Doctor to kiss his companion?"
"That would be Paul Mcgann or eight."
"Alright, so we've established similarities via Doctor Who. Let's get to know each other a little better." Alice said.
"Um... OK, I was born in Whitechapel." This was a complete and total lie and Arthur knew it. He was born in Camelot, which was now Scotland and that's embarrassing and something Alistor held over his head constantly.
Alice looked at him oddly. There was no way he was from Whitechapel. To clean and to well dressed. She was caught in a moment of the past before she reminded herself this was 2014 and White Chapel wasn't nearly as bad as it was back in Jack's day.
"I was born in Westminster." A total lie on Alice's part as well.
After this they discussed a few things here and there. Siblings, mythical creatures, Canadians, revolutionary war, though this particular subject brought up some painful emotions for the both of them. Anger, betrayal, sadness. So, they didn't linger on the topic for to long.

Then, they somehow came onto the topic of the civil war in England. Both of them, Whig Vs. Tories and Cavilers Vs. Roundheads. Or maybe Francis got those mixed up, he didn't know. But words were flying everywhere, and not nice words like amour, certainly not that. But, when Francis brought them their tea and scones they seemed to calm down, but it still scared the roses out of Francis.
They ate, Arthur paid, and they sat there talking for a while. Until Arthur spotted a familiar redhead outside the tea house. It was Scotland, terrifying as ever. He was peering inside trying to find Arthur. Scotland smiled. Found him. He opened the door and walked in to grab his little brother.
"Oy, Iggy!" Arthur shrunk down in his chair. "I can still see you, ya idiot!" Then
Then Arthur got out of his chair to face his older brother, or at least, that's what he wanted to do. But, instead he cringed and prayed that Scotland wouldn't kill him.
Alice looked at him strangely but understood. Her elder sister was just as scary.
Scotland came up to Arthur and grabbed him by the ear.
"Oww!"
"Now, what do ya think you're doing, lad? You were supposed to help with the haggis, not mosey down to the tea shop with a poor lass."
Arthur just stood there in silence.
"Now, get your bloody ass back 'ome now!" Scotland marched Arthur out the door and back home.

When they got home Scotland turned to Arthur. "What the hell England?"
"What!? You're the one who bloody dragged me out of the shop and back home while I was in middle of a date!" Arthur fired back.
"You were supposed to stand up to me! Not come with me like a sniveling coward!"
"It's not like I came with you willingly!"
"I was trying to help you! Ya know what lad, never mind. I'm going out for a smoke. Why don't you make yourself useful for once." He then left Arthur inside the house by himself. To clean up his sibling's mess.
Afterwards Arthur decided to go upstairs to his room and work on leftover paperwork.
He plopped into his overstuffed office chair and muttered to himself. "I didn't even get her number."

WE ARE SO SORRY PLEASE DON'T KILL US. we're too young to die not that we don't want to die we just want to live longer than most. *doges rotten fruit and such*

Okay umm... so, we will try and have the next one up by valentines, after all it is France's chappie after all. Anywho sorry, and please review fave or follow