My Big Fat Kirkland Wedding Ch. 3My Big Fat Kirkland Wedding Ch. 3 by BadRomance194
America arrived to England's house and stood outside his front door, fingering the little velvet black box in his pocket nervously. This new development in his plan to propose to Arthur was not what he had in mind. He was supposed to arrive to his boyfriend's home without any interruptions and they would spend the day together by going to see a movie and taking Arthur to his favorite restaurant in restaurant in London. Finally, at the end of it all Alfred would take Arthur over to Buckingham Palace where the magic would happen and he would pop the question. Then they would probably go back home and have the greatest mind-blowing sex ever. It would end with his cute little (yes his) Iggy crying out his name, then America would wrap his arms around him and pull him close to his chest as they slept and that was the great thing he loved after they were done.
Of course, that all depended if England said yes.
That was the main problem of America's worries, but now it seemed to have a gotten
My Big Fat Kirkland Wedding Ch. 2My Big Fat Kirkland Wedding Ch. 2 by BadRomance194
Arthur really hated his siblings sometimes. They were loud, noisy, rude, obnoxious louts who whenever either one of them (or all for this horrid instance) decided to come visit him his home would be in disarray and tatters.
As of now that was exactly what they were doing. Scotland was currently in is kitchen scrounging through the cupboards and pantries looking for food and drink. "I'm a makin lunch fer the rest o us that's eh 'ole lot more edible than your gawd awful rubbage ya call food." He had put it as he made his way to the kitchen. It was known among the British Isles and the rest of Europe that Scotland was a more terrible cook than his little brother- though he insisted that he was the better cook and that his food was excellent. How would you explain the Frankenstein monstrosity confection that was haggis? According to the siblings, he was stinking drunk when he first created the dish.
Alistair Kirkland, the personification of Scotland, was the second oldest of the British Is
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Alfred F. Jones knew that he was the happiest nation in the entire world right now.
How on earth could he not be? He was elated, brilliant, and even fantastic. No, he didn’t even think those were even the right words that could even describe he was feeling. He had his health, a lovely country where his people could live free and happy, and since recently, he has been in a relationship with Arthur Kirkland, the personified representation of England. After centuries of being brothers, then revolution and independence to show England that they could be equals (though it did cause a strain between the two for several years, but uneasily called it after the events of the War of 1812), allies, to friends, and then finally coming together as lovers. From so many ups and downs in their lives they were able to show the world that love comes in many shapes and appearances. What else could be better? Well actually, if he was going to be honest with himself, Alfred thought it could be.
Lawless: Where the Wild Roses Grow, ch.81913Lawless: Where the Wild Roses Grow, ch.8 by BadRomance194
When Rose had arrived home, it was half-past midnight. In all honesty, she had not meant to stay out so late. She went over to Blackwater Station to hang out with the boys after she and Forrest left Snow Creek. All Rose was going to do was spend time with them like she always did, and then she would return home to please her mother (in other words, get her off her back) and spend time with Wingfield. Yet somehow, she instead found herself in the back of the Bondurants' truck going to deliver some White Lightening and Apple Brandy for a party that Tazwell Minnix was having down at Burnt Chimney. When she and the Bondurants were invited to join the party, well, time flew by after that. However, somewhere in the back of Rose's mind, she had a feeling that Forrest had something to do with her arriving home late.
And quite frankly, she certainly didn't mind.
Rose opened the front door slowly- very, very slowly- and quietly so as not to wake anybody and not get caught. That was the last