RANDOM DRAFTS OF BOOKS I'LL NEVER MAKE

Chasing London By: Pickosita5 & Eliotmarch

Hey Pickosita5 here! So a fellow Wattpad and real life friend and I co-wrote this Punk!England thing together and we liked it so much we decided to publish it on our Wattpads! Please enjoy our crazy! (That's their Wattpad name up there!)

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Arthur frowned as he stood outside one of London's many pubs, and turned over to Francis and Alister with an annoyed look.

"I don't need a drink. We have a World Meeting tomorrow." He began to walk away but Alister wrapped an arm around his shoulder, stopping him.

"Aw c'mon 'ittle, wittle Artie, have some fun." He snickered.

"Mon lapin, your brother is right." Francis wrapped arm around his waist, which Arthur slapped.

"You're both crazy! I'm leaving!" He was about to walk away again when the two started dragging him towards the door.

"Naw mate, you need to relax."

"Oui, you need a drink to get your mind off of that little dispute with Amérique from earlier."

"Oi, what was the fight about anyways?"

"Their bosses are getting in the way of the l'amour."

"Fuck off Frenchie!" Arthur was about to punch him but Alister caught his fist.

"Artie!" An American accent yelled.

Arthur's eyes widened and he pushed the other two men off him and crashed into the pub. "You know, a drink doesn't sound so bad after all!"

Alister and Francis smirked, giving each other nods. The plan was working. The other two countries walked in to avoid the American's hugs and stopped dead at the door. Alister cursed.

"Francis, this wasn't part of the plan."

"I know!" The Frenchman hissed back quietly.

This was not what they wanted, especially what they planned. Punk. The whole pub was a punk pub. And Arthur was in the middle of it, with a devilish smile.

"Oh no."

Arthur almost seemed to do one of those dramatic anime girl transformations with the outfit change and everything. He had on a black leather jacket, a black tank top with the Union Jack print on it, black jeans and a spiky belt, band bracelets, the tips of his hair were dyed green and his hair was spiked up; he had piercings on his nose, bottom lip, and ears, and swirly tattoos on his arms. ("They're called sleeves." "What the hell are you doing here?!" "We heard you were writing about this and came to see it." "...Okay, but you guys have to be quiet.") And his black and white converse were cool too. He was back to his punk phase all because the bar they entered was having a punk day.

"Mirede, we need to get him out of here before he-" Iggy ran out the door before Francis finished. "...Nevermind."

"We have ta go after him before he gets arrested again!" Alister groaned and the two sped off after the Punkish Brit.

"Hey guys wait up!" Alfred called and he ran after them.

"No! Go home ya sheet!" Alister yelled back.

"Wha-Why? What did I do?"

"Yer the reason Artie went mad!" The Scottish Man huffed angrily and sped up to avoid talking to him again.

"He's just worried about Arthur, that's all." Francis informed him.

"Like hell I'm worried about that fooker!" Alister growled. "Sheet! I lost sight of him!"