USUK fic - don't know how many parts this will take. (Probably 2)
Arthur tries his best to fall asleep after such a stressing day, but something keeps ticking him off which prevents him from his peaceful rest. After several attempts to clear his mi...
Arthur sat on his bed with the lamplight on and the sheets slightly disheveled. He had just finished taking a warm shower from a tough day's work and needed nothing more than a satisfying rest. His boss instructed him last week about attending meetings and engaging himself in relationship activities between himself and Sealand, much to his chagrin. Sadly though, due to some circumstances, he wasn't able to finish those assignments within the given week and had to cover them all up by today. It was a Friday at least, and the weekend wouldn't have to be so crowded with papers and files anymore. He thanked the gods above as well that he finally found some kind of break after what seemed like a hundred years.
Arthur took a hefty sigh and reached over to his lamp. With one last glance at the glowing light, he switched it off and tucked himself underneath the comfortable duvet. "A hundred years..." He whispered to himself.
Arthur chuckled as he rested his head against the pillows. Even after a hundred years, he couldn't pass the memory that always ran across his brain.
The Briton twisted and turned on his bed until he realized there was no use. It was a really sorry reason, for what kept him up. He couldn't sleep and for once after a long time, he got agitated over something so trivial.
'Probably it's because of my lack of sleep' he thought to himself as he laid scattered on his bed, looking up at the ceiling with such pondering emotion.
"Dammit..." He whispered to himself again. Not being able to handle it, he got up, switched on his lamplight and went to the bathroom.
Arthur looked over at the mirror before him with a crumpled expression. He placed both his hands on the sink and leant in closer, but he still felt heavy.
"Why..?" He asked himself. With one attempt to freshen up, Arthur twisted the faucet on and let the water build up on his hands. He splashed it on his face and did the same thing for about three times until he deemed it enough. Afterwards, he switched off the lights again and went back to bed.
He thought that maybe a cool sensation would be able to help him fall peacefully asleep and unbothered, but sadly those expectations were not to be met. Arthur remained awake, and this time, twice as bothered compared to the last.
"Urgh!" He pounded his hands on top of his comforter exasperatedly.
Arthur stood up again for the second time and headed towards his wardrobe. If he couldn't solve this problem by himself within the safeties of his home, then perhaps a stroll outside the beauties of London could help.
Now dressed appropriately, he grabbed an overcoat hanging behind his entrance door and left.
It was pretty cool out in the night, especially during the months of December and January. It certainly was cold, but people in England would know how to find the joy in it. Arthur definitely was one of them. He loved its serene aura and how the air gently blew across skyscrapers and modern day homes. It was one of the few things he grew up with even before such buildings existed and when lands were mostly composed of trees and mystery, or way back when he had to survive through the snowy blizzards with only a bow and arrow, or way back when he... Met a young child beneath the forest's authentic shrubs.
Shaking his head, he began to speed up. Memories began to flood his head about the past and it only did good to tear him apart bit by bit each time. Life was simply horrid, he decided. It just goes on and on even when you can't catch up.
Arthur found himself standing before one of London's greatest icons, the Big Ben clock tower, and smiled at the beautiful sight.
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