"ALFRED! KEEP IT DOWN!"

"NO!"

Alfred was visiting again. It all started early that morning, at breakfast. Alfred had been complaining that he was bored and he needed something to do. Arthur had simply stated he was too busy and brushed him off. This probably wasn't his best move.

Now, Alfred had resorted to shutting himself in his room with his awful pop music on full blast. Arthur rolled his eyes as the music got slightly louder and slammed the newspaper he was reading on the table.

"Damn American...," he muttered, as he stood and walked upstairs to stand outside the room. "ALFRED! IF YOU DON'T TURN THAT RACKET DOWN..." He frowned for a minuet. What on earth can he punish Alfred with? He's always so bloody happy!

"YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO EAT YOUR FOOD ALL THIS WEEK!"

Quickly, the music was turned off and the American cracked the door open slightly. He glanced out at the now satisfied Brit.

"You mean I'd have to eat your crap?" He said quietly. Arthur glared slightly but nodded, keeping his arms folded. Alfred sighed and opened the door, before flopping down on his bed. "Fine! I was only dancing, jeeze. You overreact way too much Iggy."

Arthur raised an eyebrow and leant in the doorway. "I didn't know you had the mental capacity to learn how to dance," he smirked slightly and chuckled to himself. Alfred glared slightly at the Brit before getting up and switching the music back on, but turning the volume down. He then turned to Arthur and grinned.

"So show me!" Arthur stood up and stared at him before looking very confused.

"What are you on about now? Bloody idiot..." Alfred just rolled his eyes and grabbed Arthur's hand, before spinning him into the middle of the room.

"I can't dance... so show me?" He smiled, then seeing how uncomfortable Arthur was now looking, he rolled his eyes once more and held out a hand. "We can even dance in that boring style you like."

Arthur glanced at the hand, hovering infront of him and took it looking uncertain. He nodded slowly. "Alright fine..I did try and teach you before... remember?"
Alfred grinned and nodded. Now he could show off. He walked slightly closer to Arthur and took his waist with his other hand.

"Something like this right?" He asked, grinning cockily and leading the shocked nation around the room in a perfect waltz. Once they were back where they had started he didn't let go and carried on smiling his goofy smile. "I remember Iggy."

The British man stood in bewilderment before a small smile graced his lips. He looked at Alfred and smiled wider, a small blush dusting his face. Alfred looked amused and laughed quietly. "Don't go all mushy on me!"

Arthur laughed quietly and shook his head. "I'm not. I just, can't believe you actually remembered that!" Alfred laughed again, "Proved you wrong didn't I?" The smaller nation smiled and looked at the floor, nodding.

Alfred grinned, "Oh and Iggy?" Arthur looked up at him again just as Alfred leant down slightly and placed a light kiss to his lips. "You're blush is cute!" He laughed and ran off as the Brit turned bright red and ran after him.

"ALFRED!"