Call 9-1-1!
Alfred shoved the rest of his food in his mouth and stood up. "Going to for a walk." Matthew, Arthur and Francis stopped eating and stared at the American as if he had grown three heads. Arthur, his father, put down his fork and stared up at his son worriedly.
"Alfred, is everything okay?" Sure he devoured his food like no tomorrow but Alfred could do that even if he was on his death bed. Matthew smirked "Well don't strain yourself walking to the front door."
Francis, their papa, snickered and Arthur looked at Matthew, astonished. "That was very rude, Matthew." Said Canadian shrugged and continued eating, as England looked back to Alfred, Francis gave Matthew a thumbs up.
During this little scene Alfred had sneaked upstairs and grabbed his iPod and heading towards the door. "Don't worry, I'll be fine, its just a walk. I'm sure I can handle it, after all, I am the Hero!" And with that said he ran out and shut the door behind him.
He put the ear-buds into his ears and put his iPod on random. It read "Fire Burning. Alfred nearly squealed as he pressed play, feeling so enthusiastic he sang/screamed, "SOMEBODY CALL 9-1-1-!" There was a lady that happened to pass him as he yelled that, she frantically pulled out her cellphone and got hold of the operator.
She tugged on Alfred's sleeve, "Whats the problem?" Alfred, not knowing what to do replied,
"Shawty fire burning on the dance floor?" Alfred then began to laugh so hard he didn't even pay any mind to the woman's angry glare.
Original idea (The MLIA):
Today, while walking down the street, I was listening to my iPod and the song "Fire Burning" came on. Loving the song, I suddenly shouted "SOMEBODY CALL 911!". A nearby woman whipped out her cel phone, called 911, and once she had an operator on the line, asked me worridly what the problem was. I said "Shawty fire burning on the dancefloor?", not knowing what else to do. The fact that this actually happened to me outweighed the angry glares from the woman. MLIA.