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Four months… Arthur sighed staring out the window stirring his tea.  The weather seemed to match his mood, pouring down rain, grey skies ominously covering the entire city. He glanced at the calendar again, seven months behind. He wouldn't dare change it in fear that time would forever stop where he left it. Life stopped for him the day that Alfred left him.  Four months, he said. He would only be gone four months. He was a liar. 'Liar,' Arthur whispered, gripping his tea cup tightly. Crash! 'Oh bloody hell!' Arthur cursed as the hot liquid spilled over his hands. He quickly ran his hands under the cold water from the sink. He let his

"Really, America, you are truly obsessive about that imaginary superhero." "I'm not obsessive!" America pouted as he struggled to keep the right side of the poster from falling while he stapled the left down.   England sighed, "It's a shame I'm dating such a fanboy.  If only I knew you were such a closet nerd-" "Hey!  You have no right to say that with all the Harry Potter memorabilia you've got in your closet." "Don't bring Harry into this!" "Aha!" Alfred stepped back to survey his work, "What do you think?" The elder nation looked over his tea cup at the poster with indifference, "A Superman poster.