Sorry this is shorter than usual but I'm not feeling too well...

Enjoy!

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Such a beautiful day, so peacefully and serene. Maybe Arthur would work on the garden after he has finished his tea...

Ring, ring.

Shit.

Arthur fumbled, hastily putting down his tea and praying it wasn't the PM on the phone. He really didn't want a lecture...

"Hello?" he asked reluctantly. Lovino walked into the room, wearing loose white pants and a green shirt (definitely Arthur's.)

Lovino smiled at his boyfriend adoringly, he looked like an angel in this light- God he wished he could paint him, he would have loved to hang it on his living room wall, he wondered if Alana's old art supplies where around... At least then he could see him every day.

No wait- then Feliciano could too.

Damn.

It was hard enough keeping him at bay before- let alone when he's staying at Arthur's and Feli wants to hear his voice every five minutes. No that he's really worried about Lovino, no he just wants to talk to Arthur. If only he hadn't pined to his brother so much, maybe then he wouldn't have realised he and Arthur actually had things in common...

"Wait what! Francis slow down. Calm-calm talk slower. I can't hear you!" said Arthur panicking, already pulling on his coat and putting on his shoes.

Lovino narrowed his eyes dangerously, the Frenchie was gonna get it if he thought he could get Arthur to sail across the channel whenever he wanted him to. Arthur wasn't at his beck and call anymore!

"Alright i'll be right over, I'll get lana to port me. Everything will be just fine Francis, calm down."

Lovino crossed his arms and clicked his tongue.

"Lovi" Arthur winced.

"No. You're not his any more; you're mine. Whatever it is, he can handle it on his own."

"But-" protested Arthur.

"No!"

Arthur sighed and Lovino sauntered across the room to throw his arms around the Brit's neck.

"Sei mio, amore mio!" whispered Lovino, leaning in to have one of the mind blowing kisses Arthur always gave. Sweet enough to rot your teeth and full of love.

(You're mine, my love)

God Lovino loved Arthur. Lovino gave thanks that Arthur loved him back and hoped Arthur always would.

He hoped this time would be different; Arthur deserved love. Not fleeting romance.

Arthur deserved him.

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Alana blew a strand of blonde hair out of her face as she worked. Then, she received a phone call.

"Hello?" she said, welcoming the distraction.

"Francis? Uh yeah Lovino's with him why? You- you what? No- I will not call Arthur, sort it out yourself. Honestly if you weren't such a whore this wouldn't have happened. Hey- I'm not your friend, don't get bitchy with me!" she snapped, disconnecting the call and returning to the daunting task of a ridiculous pile of paperwork that just seemed to get higher each time she looked.

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"Hnnnnn" mumbled Dylan, tossing and turning. Then his phone rang, taking him from his blissful respite.

"Baaaa!" he answered, hanging up ten throwing it across the room. Satisfied he had confused whoever the fuck had woken him from his sleep and hoped it wasn't Arthur.

If it was Arthur he would be mortified.

Then again...Sheep...

Zzzzz

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"Fuck of ye slimy frog or I'll send ye tae hell!" roared Brandon. The Frog as his brother had so aptly nicknamed the French man had disturbed him whilst he was at work. He deserved whatever the fuck was going on at the moment...

Jack only ever went for people who deserved it, after all.

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Finally, Francis called Alistair... Not that the bastard got the call- he was busy nursing a hangover and trying to remember who he'd had sex with the night before. Arthur would be pissed if he knew how much his brother drank and.. Fornicated.

If he knew what Francis was up to in his spare time he'd be horrified!

Jack definitely thought he knew best- tapping into their cell's was a great idea on his part, he could prevent... Booty calls from Francis and stop Yao's whining. Arthur didn't know he had already payed a visit to all of his past lovers so far...

All thanks to Jack! He hummed to himself cheerfully as he boarded the lane back to England; it was about time he payed his darling a visit.

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