On the rare occasion that I summon up enough effort to play England, passersby might spot something they dislike with my characterization of him. So here's a handy post for you lot to drop by and give me some feedback; it would be very much appreciated ( Read more... )

The drive home was a miserable one. The Briton could barely keep his focus on the road, thoughts elsewhere, left behind with the abandoned blond playing frisbee under clear skies. But Arthur's stubborness prevailed, tainting his emotions with a sinking feeling enough to drag down the Lusitania without German aid. It was far too late to turn back, ( Read more... )