Ah…Hello! This chapter…is going to be hell to write. There are so much little details in my mind and I know they won't come out write typing. I wish I could just show you my entire mind for this chapter! That would be amazing!
Arthur smirked, looking down at the four treasure chests locked up tight at his feet. They had slight air holes, allowing what was inside enough air to breathe, but they would have to conserve it.
He was covered in blood, his clothing soaked with it; his hair looked like it would possibly dye a crimson orange color because of it. His trusted cutlass and sword were dyed in the color, dripping onto the floor. Every step he took left a crimson trail of footprints.
What used to be bodies lye scattered on the floor, not even looking remotely human any more, pieces even missing on some. Arthurs smile was spread across his face like butter, his teeth glinting in the slight darkness of the room.
Arthur walked up to one of the bodies, squatting infront of it. "Oh, Francis…do you think I did something wrong? No? Neither do I," he paused his talking, as if he was actually listening to the body talk. "I'm glad we agree on that, Mon Cher~"
He stood up and let the cutlass and sword fall, taking a box with a start engraved into it. It wasn't a deep engraving; just enough to show that it was there. Dragging it along, Arthur hummed under his breath, singing about cupcakes and tea.
How nice…both of those sounded, right now.
After he walked a while he stopped, being infront of the sort of jail cell he made earlier. He unlocked the box, opening it up to reveal the out cold nation. Arthur lifted the body out, setting it on the bed in the cell and shackling the nation's right ankle to the bed, twice.
"That should hold up against you…poppet." He smiled a smaller, genuine smile before closing the steel door behind him, locking it from the outside. Once he finished putting away his prisoners he heard the door unlock, England walking in.
Arthur smiled happily, skipping down to greet him. "A visitor a visitor, want to come play?" England paused putting away the groceries and looked at his counterpart, Arthur. Once he noticed what Arthur looked like he stood up straight, trying to act intimidating.
"What did you do git?" Arthur giggled, rolling his light blue eyes. "Relax, England. I just had some fun! Do you want to play, too?" England shook his head no, and went back to putting away groceries.
Arthur's eyes swirled a bit, adding a pink into the mix. He grabbed a frying pan, hitting England on the head with it to knock him out. "You came home too soon England, now you have to play. I wonder which path you'll take~"
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As Arthur sat alone, sipping his tea in his bright pink sweater, he had to wonder, which path he would take himself. Death or Captivity, it wasn't like his captives were treated bad, they were loved and cared for. But alas, they didn't appreciate it.
He sighed, day dreaming about anything but the captives and the mess in the basement, waiting for the next poor soul to trudge along the road alone. Then the game could be played again.
XD The end! Did ya like this one? I did.
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