A-Arthur keeps ignoring me.
“Ignoring you? I’m not ignoring you…?”
((Tumblr, don’t you have been eatin’ my asks again.))
The tiny lad sniffs and rubs his eyes with his sleeve, “Bu, Arthur…Mister Germany’s scary…c-can I stay with you today?”
“Sure, Peter, of course you can!” he ruffled the boy’s already windswept hair. “You need a little break every once in a while anyway.”
The boy immediatly launches himself at England, wrapping his arms around the older man’s neck and crying. “Nnn!!”
Arthur pinwheeled his arms frantically to keep his balance and after righting himself he frowned at the boy. “At least give me some warning, could you?” Unable to keep a straight face at the sniffling boy, he cracked a smile a hoisted the child up onto his shoulders. “All right, let’s head home then.”