Alfred was being Alfred.
Blasting his speakers with the sounds of gunshots and zombies dying on Black Ops for the Wii.
Well…STILL blasting the speakers after he's been asked by England to turn it down or off for the…One second, let me make a reference to my tally chart…
Ah, yes…
For the 72nd time within a period of 30 minutes.
Anyhow, getting fed up; England did what any England would do and dropped a scone within 5 feet of the gaming device. Nothing happened…
Yeah, it's doesn't sound so affective, but give it a second or two.
There we go. The Wii burst into flames.
Of course within the moments it took the Wii to react, the screen was flashing between the phrases 'You can face it!' and 'Initiate suicide sequence.'.
It chose suicide…
This, of course, caused Alfred to react.
"Oh c'mon, Iggy! Why're you being such a flag?"
"A-a flag? What?"
The Brit felt triumphant yet confused.
"I was just playing my game and minding me own business, but no, you just have to come and flag it up because you can't cook!"
The heavy-set caterpillars that Arthur called eyebrows twitched in what seemed to add the essence of annoyance to Iggy's features.
"I'll have you know I can cook better than anyone, thank you very much."
He smirked as his brain calculated a bit of a comeback with his newly discovered vocabulary.
"Besides, if anything, you're the one being the flag…What with the small one you already have~"
"Hey! I'll have you know, I have an awesome flag! It's called Florida. What's yours?"
"Silence you twat!"
"Silence you flag!"
"You're a flag!"
"You're an idiot!"
"But you're a flag!"
"You're a flag you degenerate!"
"Your mom's a flag!"
"Your face is a flag!"
"You're mom's the flag for the UN!"
England gasped and backed up.
"I….I can't believe you went there…"
"You bet your flag I went there!"