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Author's Note: Very short + Colorful Language of England

It was just a normal day at the Kirkland house. (Name) was simply at the kitchen cooking lunch for her and her husband Arthur. But she was interrupted by a loud girlish shriek from her backyard followed by a string of curses: "Bloody fucking Mary-sues pixie dust and for the love of God, the Queen of England!"

She immediately dropped what she was doing and rushed outside. When she made it, the scene made her laugh.

There was, her husband, Arthur Kirkland crazed and half-climbing on their garden wall. The frog was already on the coffee table, his tea was spilled and his favorite book was lying on the grass. Arthur frowned at his wife, she was laughing at him instead of helping him to get rid of...bloody frog's twin.

When she had her break from her laugh, she asked him, "You're the one who shrieked?"

"N-no, there was a lady who walked across the street. She got into an accident I think..." He replied with a taste of sarcasm.

(Name) walked towards the frog and picked it up. "I didn't know that you're afraid of frogs." She teased.

"Me? Nooo..." He was still on the wall waiting for his wife to get rid of the thing. "I'm not afraid of them."

"Says the one who calls France a bloody frog." She grinned. "If you're not afraid of them, then tell me why are still sitting on the wall?" She questioned as she caressed on the frog.

"Because I have a better view of you in here, love." Arthur mumbled. "I tell you, love. You better move that frog away from me or..."

He didn't managed to finish his sentence as (Name) give a hand leap on the frog and of course the frog jumped on Arthur and...

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!" Arthur girly-shrieked as he jumped on the other side of the wall.

Description

Author's Note: Very short + Colorful Language of England

It was just a normal day at the Kirkland house. (Name) was simply at the kitchen cooking lunch for her and her husband Arthur. But she was interrupted by a loud girlish shriek from her backyard followed by a string of curses: "Bloody fucking Mary-sues pixie dust and for the love of God, the Queen of England!"

She immediately dropped what she was doing and rushed outside. When she made it, the scene made her laugh.

There was, her husband, Arthur Kirkland crazed and half-climbing on their garden wall. The frog was already on the coffee table, his tea was spilled and his favorite book was lying on the grass. Arthur frowned at his wife, she was laughing at him instead of helping him to get rid of...bloody frog's twin.

When she had her break from her laugh, she asked him, "You're the one who shrieked?"

"N-no, there was a lady who walked across the street. She got into an accident I think..." He replied with a taste of sarcasm.

(Name) walked towards the frog and picked it up. "I didn't know that you're afraid of frogs." She teased.

"Me? Nooo..." He was still on the wall waiting for his wife to get rid of the thing. "I'm not afraid of them."

"Says the one who calls France a bloody frog." She grinned. "If you're not afraid of them, then tell me why are still sitting on the wall?" She questioned as she caressed on the frog.

"Because I have a better view of you in here, love." Arthur mumbled. "I tell you, love. You better move that frog away from me or..."

He didn't managed to finish his sentence as (Name) give a hand leap on the frog and of course the frog jumped on Arthur and...

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!" Arthur girly-shrieked as he jumped on the other side of the wall.