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Arthur stared down at his wrist. It was pale, a cream white color, with no other texture except for the flexor tendons pushing beneath his skin. He checked his other wrist, scanning his green eyes over it in a desperate manner. It was the same. Dropping each into his lap, he let out an irritated sigh. Arthur had yet to meet his soulmate. When one person met their other, the first word or sentence or exclamation was then scrawled on the other's wrist. This word or sentence that is now permanently stationed on the wrist is written in clear and crisp calligraphy. The color of this is likely determined by the color of your soulmate's eyes. Many

"Hey, liebling! What do you call a sophisticated American?" Madeline perked up instantly and paused. Setting the tea bag she had in her hands aside, she turned her head towards her girlfriend. Maria sat at the counter, chin resting on her hands and a smirk clear on her lips. Raising an eyebrow at her Prussian lover, the Canadian woman finished setting the tea bags inside the kettle and placed it on the hot stove. Madeline turned around to fully give Maria her attention. "What?" "A Canadian." Maria's smirk grew. Madeline stiffened and her face flushed. Once noticing that it was joke, she let out a small laugh and decided to return the favo