kokoro-string

Today was the day you were going for coffee with Arthur. You breezed into the bookshop where you worked happily, prompting the girl who you worked with, Megan, to ask, "What's up? You seem oddly cheerful today~" She smiled, "Oh, nothing... I'm just happy!" You beamed at her, and took off to shelve some more books. She shook her head, and folded her arms across her chest. Work flew by. Your arms hurt by the end of it- a new shipment of books had arrived and you'd had to shelve them all. However, you did find several that looked interesting, and using your discount, bought them, plus a few you thought Arthur would like; fairytales and pirate

You were up, showered and dressed early the next morning. You were leaving for the zoo at nine o'clock sharp. At half eight came the knock on your door, and Matthew took your hand and led you to the Kirklands' apartment. Inside, Alfred was pulling his favourite cap on, and Arthur was busy packing things into a rucksack. When he noticed you he smiled, and closed the pack before walking over to meet you, "Good morning, _______, did you sleep well?" He asked politely, "Morning Arthur," You yawned, "I did, but I guess I'm not used to being up so early!" You laughed, and then looked down at the boys, who were stood by your side, "Ready to go, b

Well, it had been a month since you'd moved into your new home, and things were starting to resemble order in your flat. Starting to. You still had trouble finding a few things when you needed them. But, other than that, you'd settled in well, much thanks to Arthur and his ability to always produce whatever you needed. He'd become quite accustomed to you knocking on his door and sheepishly asking for things like washing up liquid and bin bags. And, if you were completely honest, sometimes you hadn't actually needed those things... It was a sunny Friday afternoon when the idea popped into your head. You would bake a cake for Arthur and the bo

author's note: this is my newest fanfiction, and is ongoing! inspired by a multitude of things, and also the fact that i stubbed my toe on a box while unpacking stuff in my room. enjoy! ------------------------- "Oh man, I really hate moving." You grumbled to yourself as you lugged the box upstairs. It didn't help that the lift was broken, or that the box weighed about as much as you did. Collapsing in a heap outside your new flat, you wiped your forehead and tried to get your breath back. It would be the first time you'd ever lived alone. Before moving here, you'd lived in a flat with your friends, and before that you'd lived at home with

author's note: this was a valentine's day fic i did, and one i like a lot haha! usuk is definitely my otp. anyway, enjoy! ---------------------------- "But why are they called Hershey Kisses?" Arthur asked, examining the box of candy Alfred held out. "Because when you eat one, you have to then kiss someone!" Alfred replied, popping one of the candies in his mouth. Arthur raised an eyebrow and watched as Alfred gestured to his brother, "C'mere Mattie!" he said, and the Canadian walked over. "Y...Yes, eh?" he asked, and by way of answer, Alfred planted a kiss on his cheek. Matthew went red and hurried away, with a little nod of acknowledgemen