Now for as long as you two have been friends you've always known Arthur to be a pretty snazzy dresser. The man's suit collection alone could make James Bond swoon. So the minute you had caught sight of him in this yuletide disaster you were immediately caught off-guard and distracted from the reason he had called you into his room in the first place.
"That's seriously the most hideous sweater I've ever seen..."
"The person who made this should be banned from sewing anything ever again..." You plucked at the ring of bright red reindeer that were prancing around what you assumed to be the middle.
"[Name].................." An exasperated sigh escaped the Englishman as he tried once again to get your attention.
Stepping back from your friend to take in the disaster that was this sweater you placed your hands on your hips shaking your head "I know you own better Christmas sweaters!"
"What?" You said suddenly snapping out of your fashion shock.
"Are you going to help me out of this bloody thing or not?!" He huffed waving his arms helplessly over his head, the sweater in question having got stuck on it's way off left him in a rather comical position that the Brit was not enjoying one bit.