You tried to readjust your costume as you walked into the Halloween party your friend, Anna, was throwing. You were wearing one of the cleaner she-devil costumes and you were trying not to poke anyone with your pitchfork. You finally found Anna in her princess costume at the back. "Anna!" you chirped as you walked up. Anna saw you and she smiled. "_______! You look feisty and sexy tonight!" she said playfully. You laughed and twirled the tail on the costume. "You think?" You both laughed and started talking. "So, guess who I invited!" Anna said as she wiggled her eyebrows. You laughed and hoped you were wrong when you guessed, "Arthur and Alfred?" She smiled. "How'd you guess?!" You rolled your eyes. She knew you liked Arthur and you knew that she liked Alfred.

"Alfred said that Arthur wouldn't be a pretty sight though." she said. You looked at her. "Why?" Anna waved her hand and said, "Some rubbish about Arthur losing a bet." You frowned. That couldn't be good. "Well, I'm going to get punch." you said. She nodded and you made your way over to the punch bowl. You were pouring yourself a cup when you heard, "Bloody American." You looked to your right to see Arthur Kirkland. You tried not to laugh at his costume. He was dressed up as a Roman-Angel thing and the skirt or shirt or whatever he was wearing barely went mid-thigh on him.

"Oh, Arthur." you said, trying not to crack up. His eyes widened at your costume. "Uh, _______, you look smashing." he said. You couldn't take it. You bust out laughing. "What are you?!" you said between laughs. His eye twitched and he said, "The Britannia Angel." You tried to stop laughing. "Anna told me you lost a bet or something, I didn't expect this though!" you laughed. He sighed and readjusted the wire halo above his head. "Well, we started drinking and playing pitch the other night and I lost. I'm never drinking again!" he growled.

You giggled and poured him some punch. "Well, at least you have nice legs." you said as you pointed to his knees. Arthur snatched the cup of punch and said, "It's all the football I play." You laughed and peered at his legs again. You watched him play soccer before and you really appreciated the sport now. "So, where's Alfred?" you asked. Arthur grumbled and pointed. Alfred was a cowboy and he was doing a John Wayne impersonation. You rolled your eyes and laughed. "Classic Alfred." you said. Arthur grumbled something and took a swig of punch.

"Arthur, do you want to go where there aren't as many people?" you asked. Honestly, you hated your costume too. It showed too much leg and cleavage for your taste. He nodded and said, "I would love too." You made your way to the kitchen. Only a few other people were there and they didn't even look at you. "Britannia Angel huh?" you said as you studied the costume again. He sighed and said, "My mum used to tell me stories about him. He would come and use his magic to help any poor soul in need." You giggled. "That's cute." "Yeah, it's bloody cute until you bloody dress like the wanker!" he sneered. You laughed.

"Well, at least you don't look like a slut." you laughed. He laughed with no humor and said, "Oh yes, the slut and the gay brit hanging together at a Halloween party." You couldn't stop laughing. "Arthur!" He shrugged and downed the rest of his punch. "Well, how else do you want me to say it?" You laughed and rolled your eyes. You didn't know what you were going to do with him. "Cheer up." you said as you poked him in the side. He frowned at you. "What?" you asked. He turned and faced you. "I don't approve of your costume." he said after studying you for a few moments. "I don't approve of yours!" you retorted. You actually didn't mind it.

He made a weird choking noise and pulled the toga thing down a little. You laughed poked him with your pitchfork. "Well, now what Britannia Angel? I am a poor soul whose costume needs assistance!" you said with a grin. He grinned devilishly and grabbed your pitchfork and he set it aside. He stepped closer. "Well, if I'm snogging you all night they will only see the back of my hideous legs." he said huskily. You tried not to laugh. You didn't want to ruin this moment. He frowned. "Laugh already! I know you want to!" You giggled and said, "On the contrary Arthur, your legs aren't hideous."

He smirked and leaned in and kissed you. You heard the click of a camera. You both whipped your heads around to see Alfred and Anna standing in the kitchen laughing. Anna was waving her camera around. "The Angel and the Devil! How cute!" she chirped. She and Alfred ran away before you or Arthur could react. "Damn him!" Arthur growled. You rolled your eyes and dug your fingers into the hair on the back of his head and made him look at you. He smiled and kissed you again.

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"What the hell?!" you yelled a couple days later. Anna had printed off the picture of you and Arthur and she was showing it to you. You had to admit.

You and your Britannia Angel looked cute together.