Sargeant-Sea

England felt the alcohol take over his body. How many drinks was it? Seven, fourteen, seventeen? The number continued to rise and change. The Brit held the phone tightly as vomit built up in his throat. He hated this part of drinking. "F-Francis...God... swear death is looming..." his words were a drunken slur. Arthur brought the glass to his mouth slowly as the Frenchmen started shouting to see if he was alright. England took a sip before dropping the glass with a loud crash, making Francis jump on the other end of the phone. Eight, fifteen, seventeen? "Sweety...I love you so much..." Arthur blurted out to the confused Francis and then cough

When Madeline received the “urgent” test message from Julchen, she panicked. The kind hearted girl seriously thought something was wrong, being the message said, “Maddie!!! Come quick! Come here right now! The Awesome Me needs you pronto!”.  She dropped everything she was doing at the moment, grabbed her coat and was out the door.  Her over active imagination was running away with her.  What if Julie had fallen and hurt herself? What if someone had broken in and hurt her? Ok, that last one was a bit farfetched, Julchen would have pummeled them but still.  If Julchen needed her, immediately, it had to be something reall