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[koolkat9]

NedCan Week 2022- Day 6

@nedcanweek

Prompt: Parents/Family

Pairings: NedCan, Fruk, some very minor, implied NedEng

Word Count: 700

The Woes of a Young Nation

“Don’t be nervous,” Matthew whispered. He and Jan were currently standing in front of Arthur’s house. Though they had agreed they didn’t want to announce their relationship to the whole world, the two had agreed that their families should at least be in the loop. The first stop was Matthew’s parents and brother (though Alfred already knew about them). 

“It’ll be okay,” Matthew assured him, squeezing Jan’s hand.

“I’m fine.”

Matthew rolled his eyes fondly. “Whatever you say…”

Alfred was the one to open the door. “Hey dudes!” he greeted, “Francis and Arthur are in the living room, and dinner is in progress. Don’t worry, Francis took care of it, so it'll be edible.”

As Alfred rambled on, Matthew led Jan into the living room. There they found Francis and Arthur whispering amongst themselves, only to freeze when they saw their son and his boyfriend enter the room, hand-in-hand. Arthur visibly tensed while Francis put on a warm, welcoming smile. “Oh, Mathieu!” He exclaimed, “It’s wonderful to see you.” The Frenchman rose from his seat on the couch and made his way over to Matthew, arms open for a hug. 

“Bonjour Papa,” Matthew replied, accepting the hug.

Francis ruffled Matthew’s hair before turning towards Jan. He extended his hand, shaking the other man's. “And it’s nice to see you as well. You two finally got together huh?”

Jan’s cheeks flushed a light pink. “Uh…Y-Yes…I suppose–”

“Papa…” Matthew interjects.

“Desole. I’m just happy to see things worked out.” Francis turned back to his husband, who remained frozen on the couch, eyes wide and shoulders stiff. Francis rolled his eyes. “Really Angleterre? Stop gawking like a fish and come greet your son and Jan.”

“B-But…” Arthur stuttered out.

“But nothing. Don’t look so surprised. Did you really not expect this?”

“Yes…No…I mean…I had some suspicion…”

“See. Now come over. You’re making them nervous.”

Jan was nervous. Matthew could tell by the way he took his hand again and held on tight. Matthew squeezed back. “It’s okay Papa,” Matthew assured them. 

Arthur rose from the couch, grumbling all the way. “Hello,” he said gruffly before retreating to the kitchen. 

Francis shook his head. “Don’t mind him,” he sighed wearily, “He just never thought Matthew would start dating, let alone start dating someone he flirted with on occasion back in the day. 

“What?” Matthew’s brows furrowed as he turned towards Jan, hoping to find an answer. But all he found was an averted gaze and pink cheeks. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Matthew hissed. 

“It’s kind of weird isn't it?” Jan said.

“A little, but I’m pretty young, and you’ve been around a lot longer, so I’m not completely shocked.”

“For what it’s worth, I never thought of him in…that way. I just liked to mess around with him a bit.”

“Mess around?” both Matthew and Francis shrieked. 

“N-Not like that,” Jan quickly explained, “I meant I flirted back just to mess with him.”

Matthew and Francis both let out a sigh of relief. “Well,” Francis said with a clap, “This was…an enlightening conversation, but I better go help Arthur in the kitchen before he burns the house down.”

With Francis gone and Alfred having snuck off when Francis brought up Jan and Arthur’s past, Jan and Matthew were left alone. “I swear I never slept with him,” Jan assured Matthew, “I never felt anything for him. B-But it’s weird regardless, so I get–” 

Matthew cut him off with a kiss. It was slow, gentle, and full of love as his thumb rubbed against Jan’s cheek. Jan tensed at first, surprised by the sudden affection, but as he got used to it, he relaxed, arms coming to wrap around Matthew’s waist. 

“Don’t worry,” Matthew murmured when he pulled away, “These things are bound to happen when you’re young like me, and your father liked to try his shot with anyone because he was high on power.” Jan’s cheeks flushed once more. Matthew giggled and placed a light peck on his lover’s nose. “Let’s go out to the garden while we wait. Arthur grows the best roses!”

Jan nodded. Matthew took Jan’s hand again and began leading him out the door for some much-needed peacetime.

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Accepted England App

Accepted! Please have a blog up within the next week, and send the URL to this blog so we can add you to the members page. @saltari

NAME: Kass PRONOUNS: she/hers/her. CONTACT URL: saltari.tumblr.com

CHARACTER WANTED: England. ACTIVITY LEVEL: 6-7. TIMEZONE: GMT. PASSWORD: accepted MEMBERS PAGE ICON: http://sketchytea.tumblr.com/post/108040437506/more-hipster-fashion-idiots-from-here-and-here EXTRA: Nothing comes to mind.

FULL NAME: Arthur Kirkland. AGE / YEAR: 23 yrs. 3rd Year. GENDER / PRONOUNS: Cis male, he/his/him.

APPEARANCE: Best described as slim and angular. Narrow shoulders, thin limbs. He has a fast metabolism and finds it difficult to gain weight. Light-toned skin, prone to freckles. It reddens when exposed to quick changes in temperature and he burns easily in the sun. His eyes are earthy green, speckled and multi-toned, all the shades of an abundant forest during the hours of dawn. His hair is a light ash blond colour, thick near the roots yet wispy at the ends. It’s irritatingly unmanageable, so he doesn’t even bother to style it half the time. His hair smells like mint and bergamot. His thick dark brows are his most distinguishable feature, with some dark freckles scattered round his elbows and shoulder-blades. He dresses like your typical English country bumpkin, mostly out of habit more than anything else. He’s often untidy, not out of laziness but rather because he doesn’t give a toss about his appearance when he’s in or around campus. He does however spruce up dashingly when the occasion calls for it. He’s extremely well spoken the majority of the time, though he has an awful tendency to cuss when frustrated or flummoxed.

PERSONALITY: Taurus, INTJ, Choleric/Melancholic. Arthur is awfully sarcastic, sorta rude, and he has a horrible sense of humour. He’s likes to believe he is not easily phased by others, but in reality it is not difficult to get on his bad side. Has an incredibly short fuse and an incredibly sharp tongue, though he prefers to overlook this part if his own personality. He’s an extremely intelligent young man, prone to persuasive manipulation without even realising it, but beneath his cynical exterior is a fragile core. He is prone to long bouts of melancholy and exhibits a bleak outlook. From a young age Arthur was diagnosed with psychotic depression, meaning he suffers episodes of clinical delirium. It took a long time for him to come to terms with his illness, but he currently has it under control with the right dose of medication. The disordered workings of his mind is something he is ashamed of and something that he rarely talks about, has constantly left him feeling alienated. He adores music (punk and post-punk), poetry (romanticism) and literature (fantasy and historical fiction). They are his passions and his clutch. He has a penchant for all forms of creative writing.

STRENGTHS: sharp-witted, strong-willed, quick & versatile mind, determined, imaginative, strategic, direct, intuitive, eloquent & sentimental.

WEAKNESSES: prideful, cynical, distant, stubborn, sharp-tongued, spacey, self-deprecating, controlling, arrogant, irritable, insensitive & hypocritical.

BACKSTORY: Arthur grew up in the Cornish countryside with his Mother, Step-father and three siblings. He was the black horse of the family, as he was only half-related to his bothers and never did manage to get on with his step-father. He was a temperamental child, who would constantly argue with his family, and would fall victim to teasing by his brothers because of his tendency to lose sight on what was real and what wasn’t.

At the age of 14, after many years of insisting, he went off to live with his father, who was an industrial ambassador and quite well off. He provided Arthur with an upstanding education and the best medical help that money could buy. Though it was a struggle at times, Arthur managed to get through school with outstanding marks and he was accepted into one of the most prestigious universities in England, where he agreed to study politics and law so as to please his parents. But it wasn’t to be. The stress got the better of Arthur, and gradually the delirium grew more frequent and severe. Instead of burdening his father, Arthur chose to deal with his issues in secret, on his own. This sent him on a downward spiral. He dropped out of University within the month, finding solace instead in his music. Music was something he had always pursued as a hobby, through which he could make cash and contacts. He cut himself off from his therapists and family, and quickly began self-medicating. It worked for a while, but only a while. At some point Arthur was smart enough to realize he had reached the stage of addiction, and he returned to his father in a state of desperation and disgrace.

A year later, and Arthur got himself sorted out once again thanks to his father’s money, but his sense of self-worth had plummeted greatly. He had no belief himself anymore, and the only thing that got him through the depression were his journals and his music. He moved with his father to America a while after, intending to take on a start-up a position with a business partner in New York, but fate had other plans. Instead, Arthur was astounded to learn that World University had accepted his last-minute application. He could study something he was genuinely interested in.  

He was not going to bugger it up this time.

HEADCANONS:

Arthur went through a period between school and college where he was dangerously self-medicating on opiates, this caused him to enter college two years later than he had initially intended. No one knows about this.

Although this was a dark time for him, during this period he was forced to socialize far more than he ever had before. Meeting different sorts of people, experimenting with this and that, and him and her, he grew significantly more comfortable in his own skin, and gained some real life perspective outside his own privileged bubble.

He’s got three piercings in his left ear, two in his right, and a tattoo that he quite regrets. Oddly enough, he no longer wears the piercings in public, only overnight.

He smokes, a lot.

He obviously has a bit of a delinquent streak, but his equal desire for control constantly tries to holds these wild – you could call it self-destructive – tendencies in check, though they are still bound to come out every now and then.

MAJOR(S): Music Theater. English Literature, Language and Writing. MINORS: Psychology.

SHIPS

OTP(S): FrUK, PrUK, EngNor, NedEng but I’m easily swayed.

NOTP(S): None tbh.

WRITING SAMPLE:

“Bollocks. Bloody-bollocks-to-buggering-hell!” He slammed closed the hood of the worthless piece of metal he’d hired out for their drive across the European continent, kicking the wheel in an act of frustrated rage. This was wonderful, just bloody magic. They’d broke down in France, not far south from Seine-Maritime in Normandy, if the map was anything to go by – but currently all they could see were fields.

The Briton dragged his hands down his face and sighed heavily as he attempted to regain some semblance of composure. He glanced at Alfred, eyes narrowing once he noticed the young man quick-dial a number on his mobile. “Don’t you dare call that bastard, Jones. “ Arthur strongly insisted, despite doubts that they’d even manage to get a signal out here. “That slimy frog’s smug assistance is the last bloody thing I want. You and I are perfectly capable of figuring this out on our own, we just– we need to find Seine-Maritime, or a farmhouse… or something.”

He opened the front door of the car, grabbed the map from the dashboard, and slammed it shut again, locking it up as he peered over the golden horizon.

“Come on, let’s start walking.”

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