xBritishandProudx

A few years ago, Arthur never would have imagined himself doing something so… Childish.   The thought of becoming so smitten over somebody made him sick to the stomach. Even now he didn't like to think of it. The thought of that charming smile almost made him start blushing like a school girl. It was so degrading, yet impossible to resist. It was like a perfect image was burned into his eyes, haunting him wherever he went. Arthur ducked his head, gripping his umbrella tightly. It was awful. He wanted to hit the man that had done this to him, almost as much as he wanted to be beside him right now. If he'd been thinking straight, he migh

Chapter 3 – Backstreets "I'm so sorry, please forgive me!" "Vattene bastardo!" "I was deluded!" You exclaimed, pounding your fist down onto the table. "Ovviamente!"  He yelled back. "Because you're so clumsy!" "It was your fault we both fell in the first place!" You reminded him, glaring. Well, if he wasn't going to accept the apology, you weren't going to offer it anymore. "If you could have just woken up in the first freaking place…" "Why were you lying on me anyway you psicopatico?" "You GRABBED ME INYOUR SLEEP." Furiously, you leapt of your chair and circled round so you were leaning over him. "I had NO CHOICE!" "Si, bec

Chapter 2 - Concussion Breakfast time in the Vargas household was…. Interesting. You laughed hysterically at the sight of Feli rushing around the kitchen, tossing pancakes and preparing fresh fruit. "P-please Feli…" You managed to get out between giggles. "Let me help out a little." "No thank you gattino." Feli declined your offer, waving a spatula threateningly in your direction. "You're the guest so I'll do the cooking." Privately, you felt slightly relieved. Your expensive lifestyle had meant a lack of basic cooking skills. "At least let me do something." You whined, climbing out of your seat and folding your arms. "Shall I

                               Chapter One – Escape to Venice "I'm sick of you always acting like this ____" "Like you would know! You've barely even spoken to me the whole of my life!" "Don't exaggerate!" You shrieked, a sound of pent up aggression, and stormed up your elaborate staircase. The maids gazed at you with disapproving eyes, but you just shoved you middle finger up at them, slamming your bedroom door. You couldn't take it anymore. Sobbing, you dragged your suitcase out from your vast wardrobe and flung it onto your four poster bed. The tattered remains of a half painted canvas lay discarded on the floor, along with the j