I thought I should post these here, since I know of a few people who would enjoy them....
First up is the Churchill Files!
In no particular order.....
Churchill File 02
Summary: The strangest things happen when you're walking down the street in campaign season...
Arthur walked down the street, humming softly to himself. It was a bit on the cloudy side, but it wasn't supposed to rain, not according to the weatherman.
Not that he needed a weatherman to tell him whether or not it would rain. England could do it himself. Still, most of his faeries had stayed home, feeling iffy about the clouds. Only one or two followed Arthur home, now.
The country was also eager to get home, since his grocery bags were starting to feel a bit heavy...
Arthur blinked and stopped walking when his two tiny companions started tugging lightly on his hair, trying to get his attention. They fluttered around his head, eventually directing his gaze to a scene that made him blink.
Winston Churchill, one of the men running for office, stood outside the door of a home.
'He must be going door-to-door,' Arthur thought. 'Asking for votes.'
England watched curiously, the weight of his groceries forgotten., as Churchill knocked on the door. After a moment, the door opened to reveal a slightly disgruntled-looking man.
Churchill politely introduced himself, and the man immediately scoffed.
"Vote for you? Why, I'd rather vote for the devil!"
Arthur frowned at the man's rude remark, but Winston Churchill seemed unperturbed.
"I understand," Arthur heard him answer. "But in case your friend is not running, may I count on your support?"
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I thought I should post these here, since I know of a few people who would enjoy them....
First up is the Churchill Files!
In no particular order.....
Churchill File 02
Summary: The strangest things happen when you're walking down the street in campaign season...
Arthur walked down the street, humming softly to himself. It was a bit on the cloudy side, but it wasn't supposed to rain, not according to the weatherman.
Not that he needed a weatherman to tell him whether or not it would rain. England could do it himself. Still, most of his faeries had stayed home, feeling iffy about the clouds. Only one or two followed Arthur home, now.
The country was also eager to get home, since his grocery bags were starting to feel a bit heavy...
Arthur blinked and stopped walking when his two tiny companions started tugging lightly on his hair, trying to get his attention. They fluttered around his head, eventually directing his gaze to a scene that made him blink.
Winston Churchill, one of the men running for office, stood outside the door of a home.
'He must be going door-to-door,' Arthur thought. 'Asking for votes.'
England watched curiously, the weight of his groceries forgotten., as Churchill knocked on the door. After a moment, the door opened to reveal a slightly disgruntled-looking man.
Churchill politely introduced himself, and the man immediately scoffed.
"Vote for you? Why, I'd rather vote for the devil!"
Arthur frowned at the man's rude remark, but Winston Churchill seemed unperturbed.
"I understand," Arthur heard him answer. "But in case your friend is not running, may I count on your support?"
England nearly dropped his groceries.