It had been a long, tedious day. Arthur sighed exaggeratedly, moving towards his large, two story home in London, England. Like always, Alfred had bothered the world meeting with his blasted outbursts on everything that was said (And stuffing his American cheeks with those indecently greasy hamburgers no less. But what was new?). So, not much got done because of that bloody aggro. Sometimes Arthur wondered if that boy was always bleeding blinkered! But fine, his incapability to be quiet and "read the atmosphere" could never be changed. They all knew that.
Again he let out a large breath of air in a sigh and moved to open the door, his keys jingling in his tense hands. He pushed the door open, welcomed by the same empty house in the same cool place in a less busy part of London. He clicked the door behind him shut and stepped into the spacious, neat building. His booshy brows pushed together as his mind still wondered what could make a man so annoying and loud. But, then again, he suppo