[sup]England cleared his throat awkwardly. "I believe this house is not our own..." He mumbled in embarrassment.
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[green eyes]
human name:
"The name's Arthur Kirkland, doll."
country name:
"Great Britain, last time I checked."
gender:
"Love, I believe I'm male."
age (physical):
"Take a guess, yes? I look twenty-three."
age (actual):
"You would laugh. I'm close to nine hundred and fifty."
family:
"That ugly toad France is my brother, America is my younger step-brother, as we are not related.
... Finland gave him to me. Kind lad."
allies:
"Well... If it were to wound up a battle, I'd side with the Allies, of course. Even though that damned Russia looks like he wants to molest me..."
enemies:
"Too many to count. I hate everybody equally, dear."
personality:
"How kind it is to meet you! That is, if I'm being sarcastic."
Blunt yet gentleman-ly and a former pirate, but clever and quick-witted. His vocabulary is, erm, very colorful-- filled with ends and ends of comebacks, insults and curses. Known to be nostalgic, Arthur pines for the days long stolen from him. Infamously the "worst" cooker known to man as his former charge, Alfred Jones, now has a bad taste, and his cooking can make people run and scream for miles. But, watch out, he'll unexpectedly start talking to random air for he claims to "see" fairies and other mythical beings [we all know the poor man lost his sanity to too much rum].
other:
I like my Angsty/sad scenes, bro. Prepare for many UsUk feels.