{. England / Arthur Kirkland .}
England sighed lightly, crossing his arms over his chest. He figured he couldn't be mad at the American forever. Resisting the urge to say something along the lines of, "Of course I'm not mad, you twit," he settled for a simple, "No, I suppose I'm not mad anymore." He leaned back against the chair, looking up at the ceiling. Racking his brain for anything to say, he almost groaned in frustration when only one question seemed to come to him. It was a boring question as well. A boring question that would lead to a boring conversation. "What are you here so earlier for anyways?"
England sighed lightly, crossing his arms over his chest. He figured he couldn't be mad at the American forever. Resisting the urge to say something along the lines of, "Of course I'm not mad, you twit," he settled for a simple, "No, I suppose I'm not mad anymore." He leaned back against the chair, looking up at the ceiling. Racking his brain for anything to say, he almost groaned in frustration when only one question seemed to come to him. It was a boring question as well. A boring question that would lead to a boring conversation. "What are you here so earlier for anyways?"

