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A date, or something
The next evening, Gilbert was waiting patiently for Arthur outside of the airport at the scheduled time. He was wearing a rather fine suit and tie already, and though he looked a little bit tired and worn, there was a smile on his face when he saw Arthur that reached all the way up to his eyes.
“Good evening,” he said cheerfully as he approached Arthur, offering to take his bag. “You look great. I’m glad to see you. Shall we get going?”
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Send me a ◈ and I will respond with 3-5 scenarios I’ve thought about or could see our characters in.
1. Arthur and Gilbert are sitting together at a meeting. Gilbert just keeps looking at him, with some kind of dreamy smile on his face. It’s a bit unnerving. “Tell me again how powerful your Navy is,” Gilbert says, like the words were the equivalent of foreplay. To Gilbert, it probably was.
2. It’s 1940. World War II. Arthur is in a meeting with his leaders. Suddenly, the window opens and someone crawls into the room from the outside. That’s odd, considering they’re on the fourth floor. It’s Gilbert. He lands on the floor, breathing hard. He’s also been shot in the shoulder, but that doesn’t seem to bother him. He crawls to his feet and brushes himself off.
“London,” he says, clearing his throat and catching his breath.
“London…?” Arthur prompts.
“London!” Gilbert grins. “Beautiful city. They’re gonna - WE’RE gonna - I mean not ME, I told them fuck that - but YOU KNOW, my BOSS’S gonna—bomb the shit out of London. Other places too. Soon, I guess? Anyways, just letting you know - warning you! I’m sorry, it’s gonna just suck. Anyways-” Voices heard below and he grins, throwing a file onto the table that was tucked in his jacket. “I have to go! You look great, Arthur, really, you do. Miss you loads. Okay. Bye.” And before any of them can get a word out, he throws himself back out the window.
3. Arthur is taking a walk along the Thames. He thinks he sees someone familiar, and he does. It’s Gilbert. He’s dragging a dead body to the river’s edge. Arthur approaches him just as Gilbert sinks the body into the river.
“Who is that?” Arthur asks.
Gilbert shrugs. “I’unno.”
Arthur stares at him for a moment before looking at the water, then back to Giblert, and lights up a cigarette. “Want to go for drinks?”
“Sure,” says Gilbert. “My treat.” He wipes his hands on his jeans. “Can I spend the night?”
*sighs loudly, then raps a few times on the front door*
[The last thing Marianne was expecting right now was company, better yet she hide out in her house hoping for the effects of this change to wear off. Nonetheless she opened the door in her full long wavy hair, flowy dress and heels appearance. Just because she changed gender didn’t mean she could slack off now and look bad. She was a little surprised to be met with the face of a complete stranger at her door. Marianne figured it must be someone from around here and thus greeted her in her usual French]
Bonjour jeune fille, puis-je vous aider?
[TEXT] Please attend my meetings. Back on friday [ATTACHED: Copy of Arthur's timetable]
Squeaks
[text] yeah okay anything you want me to note down while im there?
London.
It had been a while since Gilbert was in London, but the last time he was he ended up learning a lot about how easy it was to dump a body in the Thames. “One more to add to the collection,” he had said then.
But he wasn’t in London now to dump a body (right this moment).
He was in front of Arthur’s house, knocking on his door, just in time for evening dinner. He had sent a text that he was in town and on his way, so he hoped he wasn’t catching him off guard.
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You'll Be Back - Hamilton Musical
{{Bare with me England Mun please ;-;. I think this song is really suitable for Arthur just because it reminds me of his egotistical personality, maybe not so much now but definitely during his Empire and towards the end when India, Austrailia and the others started to leave. The tune is sorta fun though at the same time and I think that’s a part of Arthur a lot of people don’t really see, yeah he may be an asshole but he can be a funny asshole.
“And when push comes to shove, I will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love!” I feel like this sums up Arthur for me, honestly. He’s not afraid to use force to keep or get what he wants, but he says it’s because he loves them; I’m not quite sure if he loved the other countries he controlled, he definitely doesn’t love Dylan like a brother should.
@engkirkland
Dylan walked up to the Brit’s door with a long dark coat and a scarf wrapped around his neck. He had something under his shoulder and he was carrying a vintage bottle of wine in his left hand. He walked up the set of steps and knocked on the black door, three knocks before taking a step back.
It was Christmas day and Dylan decided he’d turn up since he was invited. Arthur wasn’t the best cook, but he was sure it was better to have bad food and company than just bad food. He sighed as he waited for the door to open, the cold British weather really getting to him.
No snow this Christmas either.
[INCOMING PHONECALL]
*Several rings go by before he picks up*
Hello?
*There may or may not be gunshots in the background*
