The British devil sat on top of Big Ben, looking down at all the citizens of London walk with their loved ones. He sighed heavily and laid back to gaze up at the sky. Tonight wasn't cloudy, for once. He could see the stars and moon perfectly. As he looked at the moon, he wished he had someone to lay beside him and watch the stars with him. Then everything would be perfect. If only this devil could love. He was sure he was capable of that but wasn't so sure of someone loving him in return.<br/><br/>All of his years after becoming a devil, he lost someone he cared for deeply because they were terrified of him. Arthur's first love ran away, fell in love and got married to someone else. He told himself he would never love anyone again but now he was desperate for love. The Brit just needs someone to look after and look forward to waking up everyday and someone he can whisper sweet nothings to. What heart he does have left aches to be loved. A single tear escaped the corner of his eye. He quickly wiped away the tear that followed after that one. Was he really crying? Just because he couldn't find someone to love?<br/><br/>Arthur grew tired of sitting on top of Big Ben waiting for nothing to happen. He flew down into the streets of London and hid his wings, tail, horns and fangs, turning back into the 1/4 mortal he still had. He walked to a local bar and sat inside a booth by himself. The Brit ordered a mug of the strongest beer the bar contained and waited for his beer to arrive. As he waited, he sat alone in the dark corner of the bar, watching as other people with their lovers have fun. When the waiter brought his mug to him, the waiter went back to his work at the bar portion. Arthur took the beer in both of his hands, looking down into the liquid noticing his reflection. "Am I too ugly to have someone to love?" he questioned himself as he rubbed the sides of the mug with his fingers. He took a quick chug and sat the mug back down on the table. His hands slid off the mug as he himself slid down in the booth. He held his hands up to examine them, "Are my hands not meant for holding?" Arthur sighed heavily and chugged the rest of the beer down within a couple of gulps. He slammed the mug down on the table and demanded for another beer.<br/><br/>Ten mugs later, a wasted British man laid across the table. He believed drinking was the answer to his despair. Though the alcohol made him feel all warm and giggly, he knew he was still alone. With drunken eyes, he took a mug and held it up, "You bloody mug. How I love thee~." A small smirk crossed his face as he kissed the side of the mug passionately, thinking he finally had his true love.<br/><br/>// So I guess this is my first roleplay of the website. ^^ The character is based off of Axis Powers: Hetalia. This is the Sweet Devil! version of England (Arthur Kirkland).<br/>Here is a link to a reference photo of his appearance:m<a class="postlink" href="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2012/161/3/b/do_you_love_sweet_devil__by_holly_ashes-d529qmk.jpg">http://th03.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2 ... 529qmk.jpg</a>m<br/>A link to a reference photo of his mortal self:m<a class="postlink" href="http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs45/f/2009/104/1/c/APH__Arthur_Kirkland_by_Junez_chan.png">http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs45/f/2009/ ... z_chan.png</a>m<br/><br/>I really hope my starter doesn't suck. ouo; Feed back is really appreciated~! <3