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Somehow, and although the young beggar never quite understood how it could have come to be, it was effortless to recall the events in which she had come to be acquainted with a figure of such untainted, valued status and blood. Yet perhaps it was not all entirely an inconceivable matter, as the delicate happenings of grace were often difficult to lose mind of, nor was it something she wanted to pretend never existed in the first place, and thus throw away whatever lingering worth there remained.

There was little to be said of mercy in the gutters, generally. There were not many possible words to accurately describe what horrors were witnessed, and what cruelty was so often delivered to her and those alike unfortunates who had no choice in the matter of the ways they would live, and the ways they would die.

It was a droning, painful existence.

He, on the other hand, always flawlessly looked the part of the clearly wealthy gentleman, his clothing fine and his face shaved clean. For the reasoning of his appearance alone (or so it seemed, at least in those short few months) she always chose to wait for him at the more often than not repulsive, clustered street corner of his home every morning, lying in the gutter, caring not for the rain or the snow or the soot and living amongst the filth for months – although, even so, he did little more than glance at her wretched person; little payment for her time.

She was persistent, although. She’d been raised into a mulish, stubborn nature, after all; it was integrated firmly into her conscience, as strongly as her instinct to breathe and to walk, although sometimes she thought that she did little of either.

Waiting and watching on the street was all she saw fit to do and all that she was familiar with, being far too afraid (against her own inward lies) after one of her sisters had been clumsily killed at Whitechapel after one lonely, drunken night, and another had lost a finger due to blunt machinery years previous. She didn’t want to follow in her long dead sisters' footsteps of ruin, instead choosing the grim pastime of sleeping on the corners of backstreets and spending hours in the rain with her body pressed to the same road she shared with the rats, watching while thick filth - gathered from the roads - was swept past her in its steady, constant path to the dark and churning waters of the Thames.

That one blind, ignorant aristocrat was always the one she’d wait for, however, it being that she was desperately enslaved to private dreams of his possible weakness and perhaps eventual willingness to spare her a shilling. There was, perhaps, a slim chance that somewhere in his heart he recognised her, wretched creature that she was. She could never dare herself to expect or seek sympathy from anyone else, nor did she bother trying to make herself more pitiable by slashing her clothes and her limbs. She had mind enough to know that that would only hasten the imminent death that already lingered in her head, waiting for her to crumble and die.

But he never once granted her the kindness and decency of paid notice, no matter of what other circumstances remained. He instead always seemed so prideful, wholly preoccupied in his own petty worries and fears. Little did he care for the dogs and rats and smoke, and the matters that existed beyond his own homely familiarity. Little did he care for her, and for the rest of the wretched that lay on the long road.

Did he even have proper reason to give her a passing glance, an apathetic roll of the eyes, all for the sake of her knowing he’d actually acknowledged her existence?

Perhaps not - after all, he would not dare to entertain any thought or action that could hint otherwise for fear of being seen as one of them - some sort of weak fellow with hardly the mind and thick skin to resist the cries of the dying. Nor did he care. It was not his duty to care; he always assured himself of that.

To him, this beggar of the streets was scum – nothing more and nothing less than that; undeserving of attention, undeserving of kindness, undeserving of love. Her worth was less than the clothes on his back.

The miserable girl had a heart, though, somewhere deep within her chest: a heart that contained the peculiar sort of hope that often seemed unbreakable, but ultimately came for nothing, repeating itself through time without the slip of error.

Undoubtedly, it was that hope in the improbable that kept her optimistic when he first passed her by.

It was that morning that she’d seen his eyes for the first time, so usually hidden beneath the broad brim of a tall, fine hat when she saw him from a short distance away. He simply must not have cared that day, busied by something else she wouldn’t have understood in the slightest. But no less, very rarely did she see hatless gentlemen.

Yet, his glance hadn’t been sympathetic, no. It had been no more than the sort of look from the corner of the eye that is realisation of apathy, lifting the thick veil of ignorance.

Even so, she had mumbled incoherently as he had passed her by, reaching upwards with frail arms and watching him with sunken eyes that stared from the depths of a dark, haggard mask of a face.

He did little more than simply walk right past her in the months afterward. There were the occasional mornings when he would round the same corner, staring at her for perhaps longer than a second and blinking in surprise at her continual, unwavering faith in nonexistent kindness. She would always try to smile at him when he idly looked her over, although, trying to be friendly for what worth there was in it - but again, he would only stride past, occasionally kicking the snow from his path as he did so; blissfully unaware that he had drenched her skin in the melting ice.

Perhaps only a week after that there came a very strange day when he passed by on one of his usual strolled routes, only to actually stop as he did so, and turn his head to stare at the thin girl on the road. His eyes were narrowed, brow furrowed, his fine, gloved hands clenched against the lapels of his coat. Every part of his stance, whether he realised it or not, was more than enough for the young beggar to see very simply for herself how very little he cared, and how very little he knew.

“You never leave, do you?”

His voice was irritable, despite the fact that the words were mostly masked with the strong sort of lilt that told her he was from the deeper parts of the city and could nearly be called indistinguishable. It was like something she'd only ever heard whispered in the side alleys and beneath gas lamps, and not even close to the hoarse and gravelly tones she heard so constantly around her in the blackness. 

For a time after the words were spoken she didn’t respond, all for the pure surprise of having been spoken to by someone of such a higher status. It made her think vaguely of what one of the boys of the street had told her once about school, where one could be caned and ordered around by a man who was not their father. He had told her of authority and of the dreadful feeling that came with it, and why it had been what had made him run away.

But the idea of her, a girl, being spoken to at all by this man of such a high class was absurd. The thought that he was standing there on the road, staring at her, was almost too much to contemplate. Yet, perhaps it was unsurprising that she had no clue how to respond without earning herself a cuff over the side of the head.

So preoccupied was she with her idle wonderings that she did not even notice at first when he slipped a hand into his coat pocket, and tossed a coin into the snow.

She dug through the ice quickly to retrieve it as soon as the silver flashed across her line of vision, and before any of the other children noticed it. Yet, before she could safely close her fingers over it the slippery circle of metal escaped the frigid tips of her fingers, glancing off the edge of one paving stone and very nearly falling down into the slick, filthy gutter. She scrambled for it, not an eye blinked in relation to disgust at the grime coating her hands, too preoccupied with the sheer misery of coming so close to bread she wouldn’t have to share with the others. Perhaps she could go down to the riverside where she wouldn't be found, and for once in her life eat alone-

Yet what she didn’t pay notice was the weak, barely noticeable smirk that had crept over the young gentleman's shaded face while she had struggled with the coin, his smile only broadening when the coin neared the drain and was a second away from disappearing from sight.

He did a very strange thing at that moment, however, walking over to where the coin lay and trapping it beneath his foot a sheer moment before it would have escaped from view. Reaching downwards he retrieved it, holding the pale thing between his long fingers before throwing it into the middle of the road with an eased flick of the wrist, tossing the piece to where it could be clearly distinguished in the darkness for anyone to notice and take it for themselves.

“If you want it, you’re going to have to fight for it, eh? I’m not going to make things easy for you.”

His words had been accompanied by another of his strange, careless smiles, before he had disappeared again up at the bend in the road.

Only once he had gone had she dared to get to her feet, turning to see where the coin had fallen and slowly stumbling her way toward it. She had been only centimetres from reaching it when she had felt the paving stones tremble and had heard the steady rhythm of horses' hooves. 

If she had attempted to throw herself out of the way any later, she would have been certainly killed.

Panting heavily, she had watched as the coin had rolled away and disappeared into the sewer drain on the other side of the narrow street, her eyes dim and clouded, her dreams snuffed out as easily as one dampens the light of a tallow candle, and the flame flickers and dies. 

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During the winter afterwards she saw very little of her supposed philanthropist. She may well have paused for a single moment to wonder why that was the case, if not for her own, overruling concern for simply staying warm and keeping her blood flowing red. By word of the street she had heard tales of people freezing and starving to death in both the day and the night; those were people of the street, people like her. The mysteriously ordinary idea of falling asleep and never waking was terrifying, and she was endlessly haunted by fear of it.

He obviously didn’t realise, nor care that she was freezing out in the road, naturally, being much too busied with keeping his fire burning through the evening and warming his tea to satisfaction. She thought nothing of it at the time, keeping her place on the road, waiting there in hope that he might by some chance notice her in the evening. Yet, all hope of that died vainly when night after night she fell asleep very late, lying in thin slumber, her instinct leaving her ready to awake again at any given moment to try and regain some warmth to survive another cruel morning of dull sky and the barrage of cold, blank stares from people who would never understand.

Imminently it came to be that it was late at night, and from the cold itself that she was awoken again to blackness and the repetitive sounds of heaving coughs and shuffling, as well as faint laughter from the alleys - all of it being familiar enough that it had settled into melody. Yet, she was easily and quickly taken from the peace of normality by her shivering. So violently did she tremble in the darkness as she lay there, clutching her bony knees to her chest, that she felt that she could simply die there and then on the road to rid herself of the ever present cold once and for all, and finally put an end to her own struggle. What did it matter, anyhow, if someone were to find a body on the roads in the morning, black and blue, broken by the chills of January?

Who would care?

Who would know or stop to think amongst their own small world of idle talk, and quaint observances of weather or the lack of sugar on their table?

With only that single, haunting thought in mind, she resigned herself to sleep again, expecting nothing but death - only to realise that there was very suddenly something staring at her, freezing her tightly in place. She would have screamed if her throat had not been so raw and her ideal of life so whittled away. There seemed hardly to be point in fighting any longer after so many long, harrowing years.

“If you’re so desperate for warmth, then why are you out here on the street?”

He spoke sharply, quickly and coldly, his voice overwhelmed with the accusatory tone to his words, as though the fact no one in that wretched place had a touch of mercy in their bodies was her fault, and hers alone.

And here he was, the same man who lived on the corner; the green eyed one with the fine coat and flawless cravat. Yet his coat was unbuttoned now, his collar limp and cravat untied, openly revealing the vulnerable curve of his pale throat. 

“I’m only waiting," she said, the words rasped and intermittent. What could she speak but the truth, after all? "Maybe someone will come along the road and throw sixpence into the drain." 

To her surprise, he lifted one large eyebrow at the short statement, sighing deeply and tiredly and standing as his breath formed soft clouds before his mouth. His lips were drawn into a thin line, and his eyes were shining in the gas lamp's faint yellow light.

Slowly removing his large coat, he bit his lip (not to mention looking immensely surprised with himself) as he threw down the garment to the girl, who caught it, her eyes widened and hands ceaselessly trembling.

Clearing his throat, the Englishman took a step backwards, before muttering a quick ‘good night’ and making his careful way back to the inviting warmth of his home, with his slender hands clutched at his shirt sleeves, and startled, widened eyes at his back.

Who knew, perhaps someone would care, or feel the slightest remorse if they found a body lying in the gutter, in the end. And perhaps, just perhaps, someone felt the thinnest sliver of compassion for a girl who still lay waiting on the side of the road.

I know that I said my next fic would be happy, but I misplaced my USB and yeah this happened. :icony-u-notearplz:

I really don't know.

Edit: This has now been rewritten! You can find the rewrite here: vienna-kangaroo.deviantart.com…

I do not own anything but the vague semblance of plot.

You own yourself.
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Hot-Arizona Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2015  Student Traditional Artist
There are no words qwq
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vienna-kangaroo Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
;; w ;; Thanks so much for reading! 
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Hot-Arizona Featured By Owner Mar 7, 2015  Student Traditional Artist
Thx for making it!! owo
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vienna-kangaroo Featured By Owner Mar 7, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
(◕‿◕✿)  you're welcome ! 
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cookiekrio Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
oh man oh man oh man i want second part so so so so so so badddddddddd :iconcryforeverplz: i-it's just--- :iconuhuhuhuplz: WHYYYYYYYY DID YOU LEAVE ME HANGINGGGGGGGG!!??? I LOVE 19TH CENTURY STORIESSS, OR 18TH WUTEVA STILL IT'S SO BEAUTIFULLLLLLL!!! *rolls over and sobs*
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vienna-kangaroo Featured By Owner Jul 28, 2013  Hobbyist Writer

Ah, I'm so, so sorry for the late reply! ;_;

 

I'm so sorry to make you so emotional! :hug: Didn't intend that, haha!

I'm really happy to hear you enjoyed it, despite all the feelings haha. Thank you very much! And I'm sorry for not having continued; I just left it on a bit of a cliff hanger because I thought that would be the right way to end it. I'd probably end up killing someone off otherwise. >< But do you have any ideas on how you'd like to see it continued? I'm stumped, to be honest.

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cookiekrio Featured By Owner Jul 29, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
hmmmmmmm~~ give me a tinsy bit of time and i'll rack my brain to pick out a certain idea that i like XDD 

honestly this story is just too good to stop here! i love angsty stories hahaha~~ it's just that i have loads of ideas on how this could be continued but i'm not quite satisfied with any of them OTL the plot like this is just the best and the worst D,X but i love it anyways~ 

actually i'm thinking of little snippets of their meetings and their relationship improving through time XDD not really a romantic kind of way but more like: the reader teaches him about life that he doesn't know about, the life of a poor person, a street rat, and he kind of admires her in a hidden way deep inside his heart. <3333 i'm so sorry for ranting :iconpapmingplz:
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vienna-kangaroo Featured By Owner Jul 29, 2013  Hobbyist Writer

Haha! I love your ideas, actually; far better than most suggestions I usually get! I do like the way the plot for this one is, currently, but in the future I do think I would consider making a sequel... in the same way I'd make a sequel for several things. :P Thanks for your input!

No need to apologise! Honestly, if I were to continue this, I think your idea would be the only way to go haha. :) I can picture that well.

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cookiekrio Featured By Owner Jul 30, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
awww thank you for considering it <33 i'm so glad!!

you should totally write a sequel!! that would be a great idea. depends on you though ; u ; but if you do i'll be looking forward to it haha!! <333
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vienna-kangaroo Featured By Owner Jul 30, 2013  Hobbyist Writer

You're very welcome! I really like stories that work the way you laid out. <3

Perhaps I will, haha! I think it'd be fun. :D Thanks so much!

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cookiekrio Featured By Owner Jul 30, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
it actually gives me a fuzzy warm feeling when i thought about it actually XDD so if i get to read it from you i will fly to the sky in bliss haha~ 

no problem~~
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vienna-kangaroo Featured By Owner Jul 30, 2013  Hobbyist Writer

Aww, haha! I think it'd work very well! :D And shush you. I'm worried it won't be good enough haha.

<3

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albinoThrash Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
This was simply beautifully worded. You could write utter nonsense and i would still be in love withit.
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vienna-kangaroo Featured By Owner Apr 30, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Wow, thank you so much~ ;;

Heh, a lot of my writing is nonsense, so that's good to hear. :XD:
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albinoThrash Featured By Owner May 2, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Most of mine is, too! But ypu have beautiful vocabulary that seems difficult to beat : )
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vienna-kangaroo Featured By Owner May 3, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Haha, thank you. XD I'm very glad you think so. :)
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Russia1313 Featured By Owner Apr 19, 2013
Please make a second part this is so good~!!!
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vienna-kangaroo Featured By Owner Apr 19, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you, although this was intended to be a oneshot~ I could do a sequel, but it would be very short and depressing.
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Russia1313 Featured By Owner Apr 26, 2013
Why depressing? TT^TT
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vienna-kangaroo Featured By Owner Apr 26, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
<sub.Because I don't really know how else to end it, to be honest. xD
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Russia1313 Featured By Owner May 5, 2013
All you need is a little inspiration. Sometimes, it's a good idea to put two endings. That's what I think at least. Tomorrow I'm gonna do my first chapter in a England x Reader story and if its not up yet, I am too busy will homework, etc. check it out if you want!
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vienna-kangaroo Featured By Owner May 5, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
You're probably right~ I guess that I'm just mainly opposed to continuing it, it being that I'm worried I'll turn it into something I don't like.

Oh, there's an idea, though.

Sure! I'll have a look when you upload. ^^
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Russia1313 Featured By Owner May 12, 2013
sorry for delay. my computer hates me so just wait...
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vienna-kangaroo Featured By Owner May 12, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
That's alright.
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spookbaby Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Aww!
For some reason, this makes me think of you as adorable! c:
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vienna-kangaroo Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
... what do you mean, me? XD

I don't understand.
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AP-Wulf Featured By Owner Mar 11, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
ooooh! nicely done! this is very well done. the language is beautiful, and despite the obvious being there in the text, it hints a some less obvious things. the whole man with cane thing was particularly intriguing. anyway. I'd like to see more from you ^_^
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vienna-kangaroo Featured By Owner Mar 12, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much! <33 I'm becoming so flustered, just reading this lovely comment.

Haha, really? That's interesting that you should think that, about the messages. XD I love seeing how people interpret the things I write.

I'm glad you liked that part. (: I'll certainly still be writing, I can promise you that!
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AP-Wulf Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I believe that the feedback on this site can sometimes be lacking, so I try to be as helpful/appreciative as I can :)

yeah, there are lot of things that were worded ambiguously/vaguely enough to lead to multiple interpretations~ that's the most fun to read! it lets you draw your own conclusions. I really like your style, I might even have to watch you :0
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vienna-kangaroo Featured By Owner Mar 14, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Well, thank you for your feedback. <3 I suppose it's not often I get comments on the sorts of elements of the story that you pointed out, so I really do appreciate that.

Heh, I didn't even exactly realise that I was doing that, to be perfectly honest. XD But I'm so glad that I was able to acheive that. It is a lot of fun to draw one's own conclusions, especially in reader inserts.

Thank you. ^^ Haha, feel free, but don't be pressured. XD
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sarpndo Featured By Owner Mar 11, 2013
I like this. It's not fantastical, it's not dreamy, it's hard, cold, real life. But, even so, there is still hope in it. Great job.
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vienna-kangaroo Featured By Owner Mar 12, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I'm glad you do. Thank you for the compliment. ^^ It was a lot of fun to write this, that's for sure~
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sarpndo Featured By Owner Mar 12, 2013
You're welcome.
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TheFemaleBTT Featured By Owner Mar 6, 2013
Arthur you bast-*hit by a censor bar*
WELL
Moving along...
I absolutely love to see Arthur's colder side in stories~ I also love the little setting and situation, it all fits together well. And I like how instead of a love story it's more like a REAL story, allowing Arthur to be in character rather than OMG READER I LOVE CHU~
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vienna-kangaroo Featured By Owner Mar 7, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I can't get over the combined awesomeness of this comment and how happy it makes me.

Haha, Arthur is a total bastard in this one, save for the end. :XD: It's fun writing that darker side of him, believe me. And still I feel that I've scarcely touched the tip of the iceberg.

Thank you so much. <3 I'm glad you thought it worked well. And as for the characterisation... well, it gets painfully boring writing the typical lovestruck and lusty OOC!Arthur, let me tell you that.

Thanks again. I don't believe anyone's ever told me that I've kept someone in character before. XD
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TheFemaleBTT Featured By Owner Mar 7, 2013
Well thank you~ I really enjoy what I've read of your writing, next I'll probably go read the stories for other characters on your profile.

I love reading about the colder side of England, it's all part of tsundere, and depending on the situation you can intensify his harshness to create the perfect icy villan-like, almost, character for a story. I'd love to read a reader x England "love" story where he's cold as ever, maybe even completely breaking the reader's hope, heart and spirit~

It's nice at first, but then it gets tired. I especially hate the whole love at first sight thing where the kiss literally the day they meet, get laid that night then live happily ever after. I mean, seriously! No conflict there, no heartbreak or sadness, nothing against the reader's "goals," it's no fun! If love is in a story at all, it should be gradual. And conflicts are required, the harsher the better! I like things that twist my feelings, although it would take a master of plot to create such a story. I'd write one myself, but I prefer reading and congratulating those with true skill.

Well, there's many different kinds of "in character." For example, in your other story I commented on, Arthur's tsundere side is shown more, yet he still has the ability to be a gentleman as he claims to try to be- and indeed, he does try. However, tsundere has two different ways of being portrayed. Either way is cold on the outside but being warm at heart, but while in the other story it's in a more flustered way while this one is more strict, upright gentleman way. Either one is correct. As well, England could have a cold pirate or flirty pirate side from his pirate days, allowing his range of possible in-character personality to broaden (although unlike the popular story opinion, I don't think he should be nice to the reader at all. He is a pirate, she is either a crew member in disguise or a wench that was taken aboard. He has no reason to be kind to either, he is the most feared pirate on the seas.). So yes, your version of Arthur is indeed correct, and in my eyes more so than most could ever be.
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vienna-kangaroo Featured By Owner Mar 7, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
It's a pleasure~ Thank you kindly. I really appreciate your taking time to read my work. ^^

Me too, me too. I don't find it often I'm afraid to say, and when I do, it's not usually very well done, or otherwise it's almost like the word 'tsundere' is just there for the sake of it and because it makes England seem like a cooler and sexier character in a sense, like Romano. He would make a good villain, true, but it's rarely done because people love him as the good guy.
You know, there's a thought. I may well do something like that somewhere along the line. Coldness is just fun to write.

True. It seems that there seems to be this universal view of how relationships have to be, and in truth... it's unrealistic. And it's fair enough to prefer reading to writing. (: Conflict, yay!

Thank you for your insight. :) It's really intriguing to hear your opinions, and it's lovely to hear that I managed to at least somewhat succeed in keeping a complex character like him even remotely in character, because in truth, it's hard.

You're fantastic. I like you already. ^^ It's not often I get to hear people speak as logically as you do.

Thank you very much. <3 I feel like writing more harsh, cold England. Because heck, it's fun.
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TheFemaleBTT Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2013
You're a great writer with much talent, you only deserve it, at the very least. By the way, what country are you from? I'd usually assume America, but, well... Normally when I encounter American writers, they're not this good, ever. Which is a bit sad, since I myself am American.

Indeed... For some reason people try to turn "tsundere" into "hot sexy British boy who will bang you into the covers" because it has a greater fangirling effect. However, that leaves the more... Uh...(I wanna say intellectual, but that would be more of an insult. Unfortunately, I can't think of any other good word) level-headed readers unsatisfied. I wouldn't mind a love story where England is the bad guy, but things get fixed in the end (OR SOMEONE DIES-).
I'd love to read it if you write it~ that would be undoubtedly amazing to read~ just notify me if you do, ok? I'll be the first to like it!

Indeed... Love involves conflict, so reading stories where nothing is wrong irks me quite strongly. Universally, life isn't fair, love doesn't always last or go smoothly, so fangirls should at least try to fit reality into it. Although, in there defence, I understand wanting to escape from reality.

Why, thank you! I'm glad someone's listening to my opinions, especially such a good writer. Keeping someone in character never comes naturally, I can't even keep myself in character in a role play, so I really respect your ability to be able to write a story with the characters being so close to their real personality. I understand its hard, but whatever you're doing, keep on doing it, because its amazing.

Thanks~ a lot of people have logical opinions, it's just that so few actually consider speaking them, or will speak them after consideration. Aha, glad to know someone likes me on here~ I don't exactly have many people to chat with...

It is, isn't it? Any character being harsh is amazing! (Except Italy. Even 2p Italy being harsh makes me feel odd. I just... Italy is too sweet and innocent. There can be conflicts, but Italy actually being the bad guy is out of character in itself.) England has the most ability for being completely cold in a story, and I love it. Especially when it means the story breaks my heart~
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vienna-kangaroo Featured By Owner Mar 10, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Heh, you flatter me. <3 Oh, I'm an Australian, by the way. I could see why you'd assume that - it does seem that the majority of people on the internet are from America, or North America, at least. And you think so? I've met plenty of talented Americans. ^^ But thank you for the compliment.

Indeed. It's rather strange that that sort of thing ends up happening, and when people just accept it like it's totally normal for someone to be that drastically OOC. The problem is that often you have terrible writers thinking they're spectacular simply because their audience have very low standards.
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Thank you~ I believe it would be very fun to write. I could even incorporate elements of that sort of 'heartless tsundere' into my Stuart Era!England fic, because I'll probably end up doing so, anyway.

Conflict can sometimes be hard to read, but it's still fun and sometimes even uncommon. Escaping from reality can be why people write such fanfics as one usually sees, but I suppose that it's important to realise that life isn't a fairytale.

You're very welcome! Really, I love these sort of long replies/comments. And thanks. ^^ You're right, you know. Sometimes you do encounter people who seem to be able to write characters IC without even trying, but it does take effort.
Thank you, and I'll certainly try. <3

No problem. I suppose that it's just not often that I can have these sorts of conversations with people. ^^ I do, I do! That's a pity, because you're a lot of fun to talk with, let me tell you that.

I don't mind 2P!Italy, but yeah... it can be a bit confronting when he's usually so damn happy. XD
England is my lovely, cold imperialist gentleman. Breaking hearts, yay~ /shot
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Asuye Featured By Owner Mar 5, 2013   Writer
Always the sad stories, eh? :/ Oh well, you're still awesome.

Now what would be even more awesome is another part...
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vienna-kangaroo Featured By Owner Mar 5, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
unfortunately Yes. They're fun. I'm sorry. They just are. xD Next one will be more uplifting.

And thank you.

Mh, no idea what I'd do for it.
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Asuye Featured By Owner Mar 5, 2013   Writer
Hah, I understand. I enjoy sad things when I'm down for some very strange reason. .____.
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vienna-kangaroo Featured By Owner Mar 5, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
^^ Thanks. Sad things are just kind of uplifting to me. it's okay I understand

Do you have any ideas of how I could continue this, should I attempt to do so eventually?
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Asuye Featured By Owner Mar 5, 2013   Writer
Yeah, I suppose. :iconpokerfaceamericaplz: Cue the large amount of sad songs in my iTunes

:iconwhywouldyoufffplz::iconsaysplz:I DUNNO DUDE MY CREATIVITY IS BEING USED UP BY THIS HORRIFIC ESSAY I HAVE TO WRITE FOR MY TEACHER
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vienna-kangaroo Featured By Owner Mar 5, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Dat America. Yay, sad songs~

I UNDERSTAND. I HAVE MY OWN ESSAY BUT I'M PROCRASTINATING BECAUSE I STILL HAVE TWO WEEKS OR SOMETHING AND I'LL END UP DOING IT THE DAY BEFORE
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Asuye Featured By Owner Mar 5, 2013   Writer
Indeed. It's so beautiful. :iconpokerfaceamericaplz:

GAAHHH I SUCK AT CREATING ENDINGS FOR MY ESSAYS AND MY TEACHER JUST HAS TO SAY 'YOU HAVE TO MAKE ANOTHER PART TO THIS SHORT STORY' AND IT'S THE ONE THAT I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA HOW TO END. FFFT.
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vienna-kangaroo Featured By Owner Mar 5, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Why so it is.

... WELL THAT'S AWKWARD
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HoLyCoW101 Featured By Owner Mar 2, 2013
This is so beautiful! I love it!
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vienna-kangaroo Featured By Owner Mar 2, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you very much! I'm glad to hear it. <3

I love your icon, by the way. XD
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HoLyCoW101 Featured By Owner Mar 2, 2013
Haha thanks!
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