Thats right, folks, you heard it here first! @maplebdraws,@skullycloud and I have collabed to bring you a HWS England 2022 Pinup Calendar!!
Preorders will be open until January 7th and after that they’re closing forever, so if YOU would like your very own sexy England to help get you through the next year, then you can order your calendar right HERE
**Due to the semi-nsfw nature of the calendar, we do ask that you be at least 16yrs old to order, ty!!**
*Cheng=Macau, and for other characters whose names aren’t official yet, I just picked some of the most common names I’ve seen used; feel free to suggest changes. One slight racist slur will be used in a historical context, but PLEASE TELL ME if it offends you, I will remove it. There are also some notes for cultural things and historical context at the end. This fic got way too long, but ENJOY!
*Historical Context: The Treaty of Nanjing/Nanking was signed on August 29, 1842, ending the first Opium War and ceding Hong Kong to England.
1842, London, England
Leon sat on a small cushioned ottoman, swinging his legs idly, and watched the rain pitter-patter on the windowpane. Arthur had left him there hurriedly as he scrambled to get ready for a meeting with “my dear Queen Vicky” downstairs, and he’d ordered Leon to stay there until he came back to fetch him. At first, Leon had looked around, at the slightly peeling wallpaper decorated with flowers he couldn’t name and fruits he’d never tasted, then at the pile of toys gathering dust in a corner, model soldiers wearing neat uniforms Yao would have despised, miniature guns and cannons that “the barbarians” used, and then to the tall grandfather clock that announced each passing minute with a loud tick. But he’d gotten bored fast; there was barely anything else in the room except for him and the wallpaper and the shaggy, rather moth-eaten carpet, and he retreated to the cushioned seat by the window, thinking about the week after he’d arrived at Arthur’s. Everything was new, and all of it was strange, nearly confusing.
At the very least, there were certainly a lot of things to get used to at Arthur’s house.
England wasn’t always near his kings. Sometimes he was a random soldier, and sometimes could even fought against with rebel armies against his own kings. Because he believes that people make the country, not the government.
England secretly is a HUGE Gorillaz fanboy. He listened to them a lot when he was in his punk phase, and has never gotten tired of them. He even introduced them to America and Japan, who are now fans too.
