This is also another reason why we should not be allowed to collab.
If you have any questions about anything said by Arthur, you’d have to ask her because honestly, I have no idea. All of Arthur’s dialogues were provided by her :^)
Alfred squinted down at his map, with the paper all crumpled and folded from being shoved haphazardly into his raincoat pocket.
He had no idea where he would go next, but he supposed the people around him would judge him less if he looked like he did.
Oh, those beady British eyes. Unwanted attention seemed to follow him every wrong turn he took, to every pole he ran into while he was too busy deciphering the winding lines and tiny print of the map. England was a dangerous, hostile, and frankly judgemental place. Nothing like the comparatively warm and welcoming arms of the U.S.A he’d left behind.
The wind wasn’t a help. The howling horror left him with a daunting choice and It was either the map or the umbrella. He chose the umbrella. The decision tore his only piece of sanity amongst the confusion that was England from his hands and left it soaking in a puddle at his feet.
Alfred clutched his umbrella to his chest and accepted defeat.
The Formidable Country of England: 1, Foreigner: 0.