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- Apr 23
- United Kingdom
- Deviant for 11 years
- He / Him
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>> Human!Florist!AU!England <<
Axis Powers ✽ Hetalia
Arthur James Kirkland
Male ✽Bisexual Heterosexual ✽ 19
British ✽ Green eyes
Blond hair ✽ 5'5"
Currently; Tending to the flower shop
It wouldn't be strange to say that the adoration for flowers had been passed down the family tree. Arthur grew up always surrounded by the sweet aroma of flowers of all kinds - a large field surrounded with lavish plants of all kinds. His mother and father had earned money by selling and growing flowers, and Arthur had always been watching until he was old enough to help out his parents. His parents love for flowers passed onto the boy, and once his parents moved onto 'greater things', he took over the small cottage - making the bottom floor a flower shop. Around the front and the backyard of the house are two gardens where he plants them. Arthur has a bad habit, however, of being a perfectionist. Although he believes that all flowers are lovely, if THIS flower is in the wrong place, or THOSE leaves are too small and THAT stem is too short or too long, he will through a mental fit until it's all right. He tends to have a calm and cheerful demeanor, but can easily become flustered and annoyed.
Arthur James Kirkland
Male ✽
British ✽ Green eyes
Blond hair ✽ 5'5"
Currently; Tending to the flower shop
It wouldn't be strange to say that the adoration for flowers had been passed down the family tree. Arthur grew up always surrounded by the sweet aroma of flowers of all kinds - a large field surrounded with lavish plants of all kinds. His mother and father had earned money by selling and growing flowers, and Arthur had always been watching until he was old enough to help out his parents. His parents love for flowers passed onto the boy, and once his parents moved onto 'greater things', he took over the small cottage - making the bottom floor a flower shop. Around the front and the backyard of the house are two gardens where he plants them. Arthur has a bad habit, however, of being a perfectionist. Although he believes that all flowers are lovely, if THIS flower is in the wrong place, or THOSE leaves are too small and THAT stem is too short or too long, he will through a mental fit until it's all right. He tends to have a calm and cheerful demeanor, but can easily become flustered and annoyed.
jfc
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/admin never forgot about this account what are you talking about
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casually makes a join.me
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BECAUSE IM GOING TO PLAY WEBKINZ AND YOU SHALL WATCH ME
im alternating from hw as well tho so yell at me pls
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about those people
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So I had some people who were willing to be assitants
are those people still up for it?? Just out of curiosity
I saved the account names:
!Not-WhatYou-Think (https://www.deviantart.com/not-whatyou-think)
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[ we haven't RP'd in a while and I haven't been on this account in forever so why not? ( ó w ò );; ]
The outdoors. What a nice day it was, aside from all the rain that had pounded away at all the moss that grew up between the cobblestones. Alfred could recall doing that himself, spraying away unwanted plant life with the hose during the summer, occasionally getting a splash of mud on his face. The American never really took the time to admire such beauty in plant life, no not at all. He was much like a child plucking flowers out of their mother's gardens only to find out it wasn't for picking.
On his walk home from the grocery, he noticed a few stray flower pots toppled over infront of the florist's. Holding a paper bag in one hand, he moved them back into the sunlight and set them upright again. Suddenly, as he looked up again, he noticed a young man in the window of the shop, tending to a few flowers. He didn't mean to stare, but he found himself doing so.
The outdoors. What a nice day it was, aside from all the rain that had pounded away at all the moss that grew up between the cobblestones. Alfred could recall doing that himself, spraying away unwanted plant life with the hose during the summer, occasionally getting a splash of mud on his face. The American never really took the time to admire such beauty in plant life, no not at all. He was much like a child plucking flowers out of their mother's gardens only to find out it wasn't for picking.
On his walk home from the grocery, he noticed a few stray flower pots toppled over infront of the florist's. Holding a paper bag in one hand, he moved them back into the sunlight and set them upright again. Suddenly, as he looked up again, he noticed a young man in the window of the shop, tending to a few flowers. He didn't mean to stare, but he found himself doing so.
- Aah, I remember you from when this iggy was one without memories ; v ; Welcome back!
Arthur would like to say that he was annoyed by the steadily decreasing amount of people stopping by the shop, but that would be a lie. He viewed this thought as self centered, but the florist truly did enjoy this time he had to himself doing what he loved most. Wouldn't that be the dream of anyone? Of course, if this was so, then why didn't he just go home and have his flowers there? He liked the shop because all it had was flowers. On the windowsill, on the floor, in bouquets propped against the walls and on shelves, outside--
Outside.
Ah, how could he had forgotten? He had left a few pots out for later and never got back to them. What if some horrid soul stole them? (even though Arthur was fairly certain nobody would steal a flower pot, you couldn't be careless). Arthur hurriedly placed the watering he was using to give the hot pink Azalea bush a drink (they seemed to be drooping. No drooping in this shop, nope!) down on a table and glanced out once just to make sure...
That's when his eye caught someone glancing inside the shop, curious almost sea blue eyes glued onto him. Arthur flushed lightly with embarrassment - he must have looked rather foolish jumping around like that. He nodded swiftly and casually walked out, pretending he wasn't as nervous as he was. Once he reached the outdoors, he found that someone had placed the pots in there correct position for him. A thick eyebrow was raised at the man he had seen earlier, but there was a cheerful glint in his green eyes.
"Hey, did you prop that back up for me? Thank you - it's appreciated. You can go in if you want too."
[ yes! I missed a lot haven't I?
Thanks! ]
Alfred felt his face grow hot when they had met eyes and he quickly averted his gaze, glancing down at the ground ever so slightly with his brows furrowed, hoping the other wouldn't have scolding remark about it. He lifted his head a few moments later however, upon hearing the shop door open.
"Ah- yeah. No problem." He smiled sheepishly much to his dismay, his face had turned a light pink in utter humiliation. The American shuffled his feet awkwardly, pinching his cheek in hopes that it would go away. Feeling his foot brush up against another flower pot- it toppled over once more and he lunged for it nervously, picking it up with a halfhearted smile. "How much is this one?" He inquires, glancing down at the yellow and purple pansies. "I think it likes me." The American laughs, hoping it would make up for his foolishness.
Thanks! ]
Alfred felt his face grow hot when they had met eyes and he quickly averted his gaze, glancing down at the ground ever so slightly with his brows furrowed, hoping the other wouldn't have scolding remark about it. He lifted his head a few moments later however, upon hearing the shop door open.
"Ah- yeah. No problem." He smiled sheepishly much to his dismay, his face had turned a light pink in utter humiliation. The American shuffled his feet awkwardly, pinching his cheek in hopes that it would go away. Feeling his foot brush up against another flower pot- it toppled over once more and he lunged for it nervously, picking it up with a halfhearted smile. "How much is this one?" He inquires, glancing down at the yellow and purple pansies. "I think it likes me." The American laughs, hoping it would make up for his foolishness.
(hey XD i'm the new admin for this XD I love your account :3
- Oh, hello! ; v ;
Thank you very much, I am quite flattered u w u
(Wanna RP?
(( are u aliveee? I have't talked to you since .... ages! ))