That bastard! He’d caught me! I’d been careless in my action, and now I was bound by this man- Arthur, England, whatever he introduced himself as. I knew this man once before when I was still a part of his precious ‘America’, and though then I found him scary, now I was larger and stronger. I laughed when he said to me he was going to get rid of me. What could this weakling do!?
My chest felt as if someone had dropped a ton of rocks right on me. Breathing became hard, and I doubled over, coughing into my palm. I grimaced to find blood in my palm, glaring back up at the blond male who was speaking from a book. Light surrounded me. The pain grew to an excruciating point where tears welled from my eyes. I didn’t quite understand the words he was speaking, nor the magical drawing beneath me, but he looked to me with a stoic expression. ‘It’s time to send you back from whence you came, demon. And this time, you will not escape.’
“NO!” I screeched, the words ripping from my raw throat as agonizing terror gripped me. “DON’T SEND ME BACK TO HIS SHADOW—!”
(( I don’t exactly know what’s going on here, sorta put my own idea into it. But I love this art. Now I sorta want to do an AU like this… ))
request of 2p and/or sweet devil england
Art trade with angleterre !! we’re doing the USUK sweet devil versions :)
can’t wait to see yours lish ahhh its probably 5000x better than mine ;3;
ahh yes, let me just reblog this now.