There are three days, out of 365 days, in which Arthur James Kirkland secludes himself from the outside world. He was perfectly content locking himself in his bedroom for these twenty four hour increments, and sulking in the all too painful memories. Unluckily for Arthur, as soon as a certain frenchman discovered this, he vowed to put an end to it. This, dear reader, is the story of how every year, on July fourth, the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland is dragged, very much against his will, to spend his day with Francis Bonnefoy. But maybe...Just possibly... He enjoys these days a trifle more than he lets on. Warning: This fanfiction includes a tickle war, snuggling, extreme fluff, & a very drunk Iggy

WW2 AU. Londoner Arthur Kirkland's pub, the Emerald Lion, is overrun by American servicemen on leave. One in particular is driving him to distraction - loud, brash fighter pilot Alfred Jones. Unable to stop it, Arthur finds himself falling for Alfred's charms - just as the pilot is preparing to leave for war. \\ I DO NOT OWN THE STORY! I read this online and I wanted to put it on Wattpad so that more people could enjoy it. Full credit to George Devalier on Fanfiction.net. Make sure to also read all of his other amazing fanfiction! //