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Huffing and puffing but smiling in absolute triumph, Arthur quickly tied off the last balloon and let it float lazily to the floor. There. Finally done. The Englishman sighed and straightened up, cracking his back in the process. Fifty red, white, and blue--or blue, white and red if he were to ask a certain Frenchman--balloons were now crammed into Arthur's spacious living room. Some were hanging by the banister, some were tired to ribbon and bunted perfectly with streamers of the same colors and some were just thrown about haphazardly on the floor and around a table laden with a heavy burden of party food (not cooked by the Briton, but cater