A warm August day in Boston began quite chilly as winds swept cool ocean air into the city. Alfred F. Jones woke up especially early, in a surprisingly good mood, as he was generally not a morning person. He was up and ready at the crack of ten am, and was out and about, wandering the city.

It had been a long time since he was in Boston, but visiting the city brought back good, and bad, memories. The trees were a lush green, dew shining in the morning sunlight. Everything was perfect.. almost.

Instead of being able to stay out, enjoying the beauty of one of his most renowned cities, Alfred was hosting a world meeting. He frowned at the thought of being cooped up inside on such a beautiful day, when a thought struck him. He could host the meeting outside! It wasn't like anything was accomplished at the meetings, and everyone deserved a break.

He pulled out his phone and sent the message to everyone, meet by the harbor. He grinned to himself and started walking in that general direction, the meeting started at 10:30.

2:30 came faster than expected, and the result of the outdoors meeting was Yao with tree sap in his hair, Francis, Alfred, and Arthur bickering, and Ivan sitting off to the side with an overly cheerful smile on his innocent-looking face.

Alfred's phone alarm went off, alarming him that it was time for the meeting to be over.

"Alright, dudes! Times up, you guys can head out!" He picked his bomber jacket off the ground, brushing it off. It had warmed up pretty quickly, and he had to take it off. "Unless you wanna stick around for a while, I could give you guys a tour!"

Everyone passed on his offer, and all headed their separate ways. Alfred waved at them obnoxiously, before he turned around, looking out onto the harbor. Many of the boats were out on the water, enjoying the nice weather while they could.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the peaceful sounds of the city, but was disrupted by a familiar voice next to him.

"Brings back memories, doesn't it?" He heard an English accent ask. He opened his eyes, glancing over. Blue eyes met green.

"Yeah, dude." He agreed, smiling. "I'm getting nostalgic. Does that mean I'm becoming an old man?"

"Oh no. That's only the beginning." Arthur mused, smiling softly.

"Hey Artie? How've you been?"

"I thought I told you not to call me that childish name." He replied coldly, glaring over at Alfred. "And I've been fine, thank you for asking. How are you, love?"

"I'm great, dude! It's warm out!" He grinned, "Even here! Usually it's kinda cold, just like you Artie!"

"I'm not cold!" Arthur replied, bitterly. "And don't call me that!"

"Aww~ But it's cute!"

"I don't care if it's cute. It's childish and it's not my real name. I prefer to be called Arthur, if you don't mind."

"Fine, dude."

"Thank you."

"Hey Artie?"

"Not my name."

"Do you know how I like my men?"

Arthur sighed, glancing over at Alfred. "No. How, love?" He asked, tiredly.

"Just like my tea."

"And how is that, love?"

"THROWN IN THE BOSTON HARBOR!" Was Alfred's reply, before he ever so gracefully tackled Arthur, bringing them both down into the chilly depths of the Boston Harbor. The splash of the two hitting the water muffled the sound of the profanities being spewed from Arthur's mouth.