All I have to say is that I did not write this. All of the credit goes to PerfectTempest on quizilla.com . She is REALLY awesome, and writes the best chemsha bongo results. If wewe would like to take this chemsha bongo go to
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When Arthur stormed into the house, wewe knew something was wrong. Moody to begin with, the Brit seemed even zaidi worked up than usual as wewe slinked over to him. Yanking at his hair, he failed to perceive your approach as wewe draped your arms around his shoulders. “Hello, love!” wewe greeted, kissing his cheek warmly.
Shrieking, Arthur exclaimed, “Gah! Space, space!”
Pouting, wewe replied, “Don’t get your panties in a bunch! Sheesh!” wewe took a kiti, kiti cha inayofuata to him and noticed that he looked ‘off his rocker’, as he would say. “What’s wrong, Arthur?” wewe stroked his cheek gently. “Did something happen at the World Meeting?”
“Ugh, just those gits, America and France! Argh!” Arthur fumed.
“Tell me what happened?” wewe ran your fingers through his messy blonde hair.
“They drive me crazy! They kept teasing me,” he mumbled.
Almost amused, wewe raised an eyebrow, but carefully kept your tone concerned. “Teasing you? About what, hun?” Though he cast wewe a woeful glare, as if wewe were supposed to know, wewe continued watching him, letting him vent as he needed.
“I just…well, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell wewe for a long time…”
Blinking, wewe had to make sure wewe had heard that one correctly. “Something you’ve meaning to tell me?” He nodded sheepishly, red as could be, and wewe wondered what it was. Of course, he wouldn’t give anything away and seemed to become zaidi difficult—if that was possible. Your impossible Brit dealt with you, though, so patience could be prescribed to any situation, especially at his expense.
“What do wewe think it is?” Arthur snapped. “I just—everyone knows!”
Inkling of hope burgeoning, wewe wondered if he was trying to propose to you.
“And it’s not fair because they always ask me when I will!”
wewe smiled oh-so knowingly; he was trying to propose to you!
“For months now, I’ve been trying, but it’s hard!”
This was too adorable and wewe grew zaidi confident.
“Just please, promise me wewe won’t laugh!”
Gently, wewe leaned mbele and kissed Arthur, shutting him up. Listening to him drive himself insane was cute, but wewe didn’t want his pride to be damaged permanently. When his lips pressed eagerly into yours, wewe wished for him to be all yours. Determined to have this wish granted, wewe calmly and playfully replied, “Chances are, I will probably say yes, so why don’t wewe ask?”
Groaning and grimacing, Arthur launched himself to his feet, muttering, “Just a minute,” and stormed to the other room. Sitting on the couch, waiting for his return, wewe couldn’t help but smile as he arrived cradling roses in one arm, carrying chocolates in one hand, an intricately decorated box in the other. Readying himself, clearing his throat, Arthur dithered and then fell to one knee before you.
So romantic and sweet was this man that your moyo raced uncontrollably.
“My love,” Arthur’s green eyes were smoldering as he stared up at you, “marry me, won’t you?”
Ring box opening with a small pop to reflect your expression, wewe found yourself completely unprepared for the gorgeous ring mirroring wewe a thousand times over. Slipping the ring onto your finger and marveling at how perfectly it fit, just as wewe and Arthur fitted together, wewe tried to respond. Eyes watering, wewe looked at Arthur to find him smiling confidently. wewe were too choked up to speak.
“A-Arthur,” wewe were beyond touched, “of course I will! Yes! Yes!”
“Good,” he grinned, inviting wewe closer for a kiss, “because I’ve wanted to call wewe Mrs. Kirkland for a long, long time.”
Throwing your arms around him, carelessly knocking the chocolates and flowers onto the floor, wewe kissed your messy-haired, green-eyed fiancé until he flipped wewe onto your back. Even then, neither of wewe could stop kissing the other, but Arthur had something he wanted to say. Respecting his wishes, wewe halted your affections briefly. Straddling you, Arthur put a finger to your lips.
“Say it,” he quietly demanded, eyelids fluttering, “I want wewe to say it.”
“Say what?” wewe were confused. What had wewe been talking about?
“That wewe upendo me,” Arthur bluntly supplied, “I want to hear it.”
Laughing lightly, wewe pulled him close to you, lips eagerly brushing against his ear, “I upendo you, Arthur Kirkland. I want wewe to be mine, forever.” Before he could say it was so, wewe pushed your lips against his, claiming him eternally. “I upendo you,” wewe repeated between kisses, “and if I’m not saying it with kisses, then wewe shall hear it until the siku wewe die.”
Arthur moved his lips sensually against yours. “I’m going to hold wewe to that, Mrs. Kirkland.”
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When Arthur stormed into the house, wewe knew something was wrong. Moody to begin with, the Brit seemed even zaidi worked up than usual as wewe slinked over to him. Yanking at his hair, he failed to perceive your approach as wewe draped your arms around his shoulders. “Hello, love!” wewe greeted, kissing his cheek warmly.
Shrieking, Arthur exclaimed, “Gah! Space, space!”
Pouting, wewe replied, “Don’t get your panties in a bunch! Sheesh!” wewe took a kiti, kiti cha inayofuata to him and noticed that he looked ‘off his rocker’, as he would say. “What’s wrong, Arthur?” wewe stroked his cheek gently. “Did something happen at the World Meeting?”
“Ugh, just those gits, America and France! Argh!” Arthur fumed.
“Tell me what happened?” wewe ran your fingers through his messy blonde hair.
“They drive me crazy! They kept teasing me,” he mumbled.
Almost amused, wewe raised an eyebrow, but carefully kept your tone concerned. “Teasing you? About what, hun?” Though he cast wewe a woeful glare, as if wewe were supposed to know, wewe continued watching him, letting him vent as he needed.
“I just…well, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell wewe for a long time…”
Blinking, wewe had to make sure wewe had heard that one correctly. “Something you’ve meaning to tell me?” He nodded sheepishly, red as could be, and wewe wondered what it was. Of course, he wouldn’t give anything away and seemed to become zaidi difficult—if that was possible. Your impossible Brit dealt with you, though, so patience could be prescribed to any situation, especially at his expense.
“What do wewe think it is?” Arthur snapped. “I just—everyone knows!”
Inkling of hope burgeoning, wewe wondered if he was trying to propose to you.
“And it’s not fair because they always ask me when I will!”
wewe smiled oh-so knowingly; he was trying to propose to you!
“For months now, I’ve been trying, but it’s hard!”
This was too adorable and wewe grew zaidi confident.
“Just please, promise me wewe won’t laugh!”
Gently, wewe leaned mbele and kissed Arthur, shutting him up. Listening to him drive himself insane was cute, but wewe didn’t want his pride to be damaged permanently. When his lips pressed eagerly into yours, wewe wished for him to be all yours. Determined to have this wish granted, wewe calmly and playfully replied, “Chances are, I will probably say yes, so why don’t wewe ask?”
Groaning and grimacing, Arthur launched himself to his feet, muttering, “Just a minute,” and stormed to the other room. Sitting on the couch, waiting for his return, wewe couldn’t help but smile as he arrived cradling roses in one arm, carrying chocolates in one hand, an intricately decorated box in the other. Readying himself, clearing his throat, Arthur dithered and then fell to one knee before you.
So romantic and sweet was this man that your moyo raced uncontrollably.
“My love,” Arthur’s green eyes were smoldering as he stared up at you, “marry me, won’t you?”
Ring box opening with a small pop to reflect your expression, wewe found yourself completely unprepared for the gorgeous ring mirroring wewe a thousand times over. Slipping the ring onto your finger and marveling at how perfectly it fit, just as wewe and Arthur fitted together, wewe tried to respond. Eyes watering, wewe looked at Arthur to find him smiling confidently. wewe were too choked up to speak.
“A-Arthur,” wewe were beyond touched, “of course I will! Yes! Yes!”
“Good,” he grinned, inviting wewe closer for a kiss, “because I’ve wanted to call wewe Mrs. Kirkland for a long, long time.”
Throwing your arms around him, carelessly knocking the chocolates and flowers onto the floor, wewe kissed your messy-haired, green-eyed fiancé until he flipped wewe onto your back. Even then, neither of wewe could stop kissing the other, but Arthur had something he wanted to say. Respecting his wishes, wewe halted your affections briefly. Straddling you, Arthur put a finger to your lips.
“Say it,” he quietly demanded, eyelids fluttering, “I want wewe to say it.”
“Say what?” wewe were confused. What had wewe been talking about?
“That wewe upendo me,” Arthur bluntly supplied, “I want to hear it.”
Laughing lightly, wewe pulled him close to you, lips eagerly brushing against his ear, “I upendo you, Arthur Kirkland. I want wewe to be mine, forever.” Before he could say it was so, wewe pushed your lips against his, claiming him eternally. “I upendo you,” wewe repeated between kisses, “and if I’m not saying it with kisses, then wewe shall hear it until the siku wewe die.”
Arthur moved his lips sensually against yours. “I’m going to hold wewe to that, Mrs. Kirkland.”
