England's Blackened Hearts

England's Blackened Hearts

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On a rainy day Arthur walks home allone to his house. When he gets there he starts to cry because of his broken heart when mint bunny flys by and gives England a jar. The next morning he woke up to a flying heart above his head. And mint bunny explained that ever time his heart was broken the little heart would turn black. And then he was to put the little heart in the jar and collect them. Also no one else can see them but england. fanart by me enjoy~♡ I have allso made this a short story so it is finished.
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