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EnglandxReader: Insane? 7, 1Chapter 7
A/N: This chapter is split into two parts.
12:00 AM, Interpol Headquarters
A dark, stout man swiveled around in his chair towards his co-worker. He plucked a cohiba(1) from his breast pocket and lit it.
"Que bolá, asere?(2)" The man rose from his chair and leisurely walked up behind his soft-spoken counterpart.
The other man was blonde, and wore glasses. He didn't even look up from his computer. He was huddled close to the screen, intensely focused on his work.
When he didn't answer, the stout man puffed his cigar and pulled his dreadlocks back into a ponytail. "Matthew, you want to know something?" He picked up a photograph that was sitting on his desk and studied it. "You always stink like maple syrup. It makes me sick."
EnglandxReader: Insane? 6Chapter 6
The name rung a bell, but you couldn't quite remember where you'd heard it before. You've certainly never seen him before...
Then why was he so familiar?
But you didn't have time to think about it. He was looking at you, expectantly. You glanced at Arthur, who seemed to be at a loss for what to say. He caught your eye and shrugged.
You looked back at Francis and thought quickly.
"We came here in a black Jaguar, officer. I think we parked somewhere....over there..." You gestured to a general area in the parking lot. "You're much taller than I am, sir. Can you see it from here?"
His eyes left you for a moment as he scanned the lot for your car. "Oui, oui, I see it, ma'moiselle. Over zere!" He turned back to you. "S'il vous plait (please), madame, let me escort you." He offered you his hand.
To be honest, you thought he was a creeper. But the last thing you needed right now was a suspicious police
EnglandxReader: Insane? 5Chapter 5
A/N: Warning:There is some language in here!
There were no other cars on the road. It was 3:06 AM in the morning, according to the digital clock in Arthur's car.
"Why the hell are you driving so slow?" Natalia had her arms crossed, and was growing impatient.
"The speed limit's 50! I don't want to get a ticket..."
You giggled at this in the backseat. It was so typical of Arthur to abide to the rules. But when you saw the annoyance on Natalia's face, you stifled and pretended to cough.
"It's fucking 3 in the morning! Do you see any cops around? I sure don't!"
"Well, you never know!" He turned up his nose. "I have a perfect driving record, you know! I have to maintain my reputation!"
"YOU'RE REPUTATION???" She was yelling now. "YOU JUST BROKE US OUT OF A MENTAL HOSPITAL AND YOU'RE WORRIED ABOUT GETTING A TICKET?"
"Natalia, please, don't get angry!" You tried to
Sacchariferousfor the Admiral
my dandelions speak of
the kitchen, brimming
with sun-streaked sugar
and mended-over smiles.
floured fingerprints cloud the sky,
but every broken egg is one more yellow flower.
in sweetgrass and flowers
i find white-leaf bandages for cracked shells. coils of
fill the bowl to the brim-
the world is a clean smile
wrapped in sugar.
everything here is white and pale as sugar
gathered to mend your flowered
i wish you'd swallow always fields of
dandelions that brim
with every clean, clear sky.
i'll measure out the sky
in cups of sugar.
fogged upon the rim
of the flour bowl- your fingerprints in flowe
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