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"Arthur!" You yelled in anger to your boyfriend, "Why can't you just be more open and romantic with me?"

The two of you got into another fight again. It's been rough for both of you. Since Arthur represented England, his boss always wants him to work and when he doesn't work, he doesn't want to do anything with you.

You stared at Arthur who was already in his uniform, "It's not my fault I'm like this!" He yelled back, opening the front door of your shared house.

"I wish I could change everything about you!" You yelled.

All Arthur did after you said that was give a hurt look, before he walked out of the house and slammed the door behind him. You took a deep breath in and exhaled heavily. You walked over too the couch and plopped on it. "Why can't he just be different?" You said to yourself.

Suddenly you felt a hand touch your shoulder, making you jerk your head to see a strawberry blonde male sitting next to you. You quickly jumped back from the man, "Who are you and how did you get here?"

All the man did was grin at you, "Oh, poppet!" He said with a similar accent like Arthur's, "I'm Oliver, Arthur's other player!" He said happily. All you did was stare at Oliver with His eyes were blue-pink and freckles on his cheeks.

"So, you're basically another Arthur?" You questioned.

He nodded in response. You looked down at the small coffee table you had, and saw two small tea cups full with tea. Oliver grabbed one and gave it to you, and he took the other one as his own. "Now, I heard you and a Arthur aren't doing so well in romance, " his voice was soft and clean.

You took a sip of the tea. It was delicious, and yet, somehow relaxing. You nodded and took another sip, "It's just, I don't like it when he doesn't want to do anything with me," you sighed. He nodded and put his hand on your knee. You felt a little uncomfortable when he did that, so you moved your knee away from him. All he did was remove his hand from your knee.

He took a sip of tea and said, "Oh, poppet, it must be so lonely for if he does that!" He said dramatically. You sipped the tea again, and again until it was all gone from the little cup. You felt so relaxed, like everything you touch was sweet nectar. "May i have more tea?" you asked him, feeling like everything around you was like a cloud.

Oliver looked at you, and slowly put his hand on your knee. For some reason, his touch was so sweet, "Oliver..." You breathed out. His hand glided up your thigh, making you mewl in pleasure. You felt paralyzed under his touch.

"No, one is enough, poppet," and In less than a second, he swooped you out of your sitting position and laid you on the couch were his body was over yours. Your (e/c) eyes grew big as his hand creased your cheek delicately. His eyes stared at you, full of lust.

You opened your mouth say something, but Oliver slammed his lips onto yours, and slipped his tongue inside your mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck and entwined you finger through his hair. Vanilla and sweet honey was all you tasted as his tongue explored your mouth. Suddenly, you heard the door opening and Oliver quickly detached his lips from yours. You whined at his action.

"Bloody hell! Get off of her!" You heard the similar British accent of your boyfriend, Arthur, yell at Oliver.

Oliver got off the couch, but brought you up with him. He faced you forward, to where your back was against Oliver's chest and you were facing Arthur's angry and saddened form. Oliver's arms wrapped around your waist protectively. "A-Arthur, p-please. I-" you got cut off when bit your neck, making you gasp in pleasure. He kept on biting your neck, but while he was, he looked at Arthur straight in the eye.

"Bloody hell, get your hands off her." Arthur said sternly.

Oliver smiled at this. His hands crept up to your breast, and firmly squeezed them. You made a half gasp, half squeak. His touch was so sweet to you.

"STOP IT YOU MONSTER!" Arthur shouted at the top of his lungs. He lunged at both of you with full force. He grabbed Oliver's hair and pulled him away from you.

All you saw was a blur of them fighting each other. You didn't know what to do, so you ran upstairs into the bedroom. You looked the door, hoping Oliver wouldn't come in. Wrong. You turned away from the door, two hands grabbed your hips and brought you closer to a slim figure. Oliver. His sweet, but yet sour tongue glided up you neck, sending shivers up and down your spine. "You don't need him..." He said into your neck," he doesn't love you," you shook your head, disapproving of what he said.

"N-no," you stuttered. He bit and nipped at you neck. You moaned as he pulled you closer to him.

Suddenly, a loud banging was against the door, making you jump. "Open the bloody door!" Arthur screeched. Oliver smiled, and pulled you over his shoulder. He sat down on the chair you had in the room, and placed you on his lap where you were facing the door. Oliver groped your breast, making you moan out.

The door burst open, making you jump a little. All you saw was Arthur's angry form yelling random stuff. Then you noticed the knife in his hand, making you panic in what he might do next.

Cliff hanger... :3