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Arthur glanced upstairs, and shrugged.
"Alright then.." He said, yawning. He began putting some food on his plate, then went and sat down at a small table.

Ooc:...Writter's block...should they go back to England? And meet up with Ian? o3o

ooc: Suure sure ill do it

Thanksgiving rolled by, and Arthur- along with Riley and Alfred- all went back to England. Snow began to fall gradually, but only aa few inches. There were ten days until christmas, december fifteenth.

Arthur lounged lazily on the couch, his arm draped over Riley's shoulders, Alfred sitting on the other side of him. Every since it became December first, Arthur had been on edge, his older brother, Ian, could show at any moment.

I snuggled close to Arthur, my bare feet cold ever since it started snowing. I breathed in his sweet scent and sighed. He felt ridged and tence ever since december first though, like something was about to go off. This confused me but I went with it, I learned to not question Arthur too much.

A large knock on the door shook Arthur to the core, his hands immediantly began shaking as he stood quickly.
"I-I'll get it.." He said quickly, making his way stiffly to the door. He opened it quietly, and the smell of smoke rushed into the house.
"Arthur.." A silky voice cooed, though is was more evil than comforting.
"H-Hello Ian."

I got up lazily and stretched my legs. I slowly walked over to the door and stood behind Arthur, looking lazily at Ian. I gave a half smile and then held out a hand "I'm Riley!" I beamed, my half smile growing into a grin "You must be Ian!" I carried on.

Ian was tall, taller than Alfred, had red hair, and piercing green eyes, semi thick eyebrows, and an ear piercing. He took took the cigarette out of his mouth with two fingers and looked Riley up and down.
"Pleasure." He said, his voice was deep. "Arthur, be a dear and take this." Ian said, pushing the lit cigarette into Arthur's hands and the Brit dashed off to pour water on it and throw it away. Alfred peered around the corner, and shut the door behind Ian, who removed his coat, and hung it on the rack.

Something about Ian made me feel, uncomfortable. I shook the feeling then took a few steps back, letting him come in more.

Sorry for the short posyt, I have to go );

ooc: It's fine C:

Ian scoffed at Riley, then grabbing Arthur's arm as he walked back in, holding an ice cube in his hand, which had a little burn mark on it.
"Got a full house, dont you?" He teased, giving Arthur's arm a tight squeeze. Arthur nodded, wincing. Ian smirked at his brother's pain, and followed him into the kitchen when Arthur said, "W-would you like some tea? Or water?" Arthur poured Ian a cup, and the older took it, and took a sip before grimacing.
"Can't believe you still drink this sh**." He growled, dumping the hot drink on Arthur's head.

I cringed at Ian as he poured the hot drink over Arthur's head.
"Hey, come on, let's just get along" I muttered, grabbing a towel and trying to wipe Arthur off. I glared slightly at Ian but just snorted and looked over Arthur.
"You okay?" I asked, but he didn't look very okay to me.

Arthur winced, but took the cup from his brother, and put it in the sink as Riley wiped the tea put of his hair and off his face. "Yes Im fine." He replied, eyein Ian who was looking through Arthur's pantry. Finally, the scot pulled out a potato scone and put it in the toaster and sat down in a chair. Arthur moved to sit infront of his brother, who was lighting another cigarette.

I frowned at the awkward atmospher and went to go sit next to Arthur "So..Ian...You're from Scottland? Right? What's it like there?" I asked, bringing my knees to my chest and smiling at him.

Ian looked at Riley with raised eyebrows, then flipped his hair our of his face.
"About the same as it is here." he answered, and Arthur continued looking at his feet.
"Youre from America," Ian said. Alfred looked aroun and brought up an ash tray, setting it on the table.
"Who are you?" Ian asked, looking at Alfred. Alfred had become quieter since thanksgiving, so for a moment he just stared at Ian.
"Alfred. Ah, Alfred F. Jones." He answered, adjusting his glasses.

"Yeah, nothing too great about it though. Our economy is mess up as sh*t, not to mention the leberal d*uche bags in office are sucking everyone dry so they can live their lives like a bunch of fat cats." I scoffed then looked at Alfred "He'd be the one to ask about America, not me, I'm kinda' starting to hate it actually..." I muttered, looking at my feet also and thinking about how messed up America was at the moment. The crime, the currupt polititians, the hill-billy setereotyped Rebulicans, the hippy stereotyped Democrates. Ugh, politics...

Ian smirked and blew out a puff of smoke, flicking his red head put of his eyes.
"I hate it too." He growled, locking his bright green eyes wit Riley's. Arthur cleared his throat to break Ian's stare, and he smiled faintly at his older brother.