okay so yeah I'm kinda spamming you with the sheer amounts of requests but consider this: kingbury except kg3 has Anger Issues and seabury like calming him down? bc that's a Thing that I've written but ehh it was terrible (also cal came up with a Thing where he calls kg3 royalty to comfort him so that'd be cool)
I legit love requests! Though I’m not that good I’m glad you all like them! Wouldn’t it be neat if I wrote some stuff on here (one shots/a fic) and it became big? I’ve always wanted a big enough story that people make me fan art…
Back to Kingbury! (my guilty pleasure tbfh)
“That insufferable fool! Make a mockery of me and my homeland, I’ll show him!” Sam struggled tom keep up, though he may have only been a few inches short than George, it made itself known and a struggle whenever George was angry.
“I - I know George!” Sam didn’t run or fast walk very often, his classes were normally close together so he had no reason to.
Some guy in their economics class had made snide comments about George’s home, his family, even went as far as to make fun of the Queen (who according to George he was related to. Some, grandson, three times removed four times added once step son of. That kind of “relationship”.)
Either way, he had struck several nerves and Sam was worried that the veins were going to pop in George’s forehead and neck.
They rushed down a flight of stairs, Sam almost tripping several times as he struggled to keep up with George. “With how America’s land is now I’m surprised they aren’t all begging to go back to England!”
“I wouldn’t mind that…” Sam muttered under his breath.
They reached George’s dorm - his roommate (some guy named Simon Farnaby), was out thankfully. Sam’s eyebrows pinched together nervously, watching nervously as George paced back and forth.
He didn’t respond, muttering angrily under his breath. Sam huffed, somehow still feeling embarrassed with this. “Your majesty?”
“What Samuel?” Sam’s shoulder sagged in relief as George responded.
He wasn’t too far angry.
“You know, no matter where you move to, there will always be assholes about every thing, right?”
George huffed, plopping down harshly onto his bed.
“That guy was a jerk, so what? Move back to England, and you’ll just call me to complain about the jerks living there!”
George rolled his eyes with a twitch of the head, indicating Sam was right.
Sam slowly moved over, sitting next to George on the bed. “You can’t let people’s comments like that get under your skin, whenever you react like that it amuses them. So of course they’ll continue making comments like that.”
“So what do I do?”
“Well, two options. Ignore it and wait for them to stop - “
“That’s likely.” George snorted.
“Or you can say something to and against him worse that’ll get him to shut up. Nothing, too, too bad though.”
George sighed, shoulders sagging. He leaned his body, resting his head on Sam’s shoulders. “In this day and age it feels less than great not being born in America…and I’m only British! I feel worse for those having tougher times…”
“Sometimes the world is cruel and people who shouldn’t have a say have the biggest ones you majesty,” He began combing his hair lightly, “But that’s why there are more of us little guys than the bigger ones. Imagine if we all banned together and over threw the government!”
George laughed. “That’d be entertaining - one umpalumpa trying to stop millions of people! I can see it now.”
Sam smiled. Days whew George was calm and laughing, smiling at Sam and just being down right adorable were Sam’s favorites.
“Some day, the day for the true people will come. And I promise,” He placed a kiss on George’s forehead, “I’ll be by your side before, during, and after.”