"Attack!"
Alfred yelled at the top of his lungs, lunging forward with his wooden gun at the stuffed horse. Tackling it and wrestling it, Arthur looked up from his newspaper and teacup, frowning.
"Alfred F. Jones, don't strangle your doll!"
He scolded, setting the folded paper to the side; America looked up in response but keeping his headlock on the abused plushie, "But Iggy," he fussed and got a pout from England in return, "How else will cowboys learn to get a bull or horse without my teachings!" he said, going back to squeezing the stuffed animal.
Arthur got up, coming over to him and leaning forward to eye level, trying to take away the poor plush. "Alfred, you'll rip another doll and I'll have to buy another doll." he said, taking it up and straightening again while America jumped for it.
"Oh, come on, Iggy!" He whined, pulling on his pants leg, "You know I look cool when I beat a wild animal!" Alfred smiled proudly before continuing reaching for it again. Arthur smacked his hand down, "Please, Alfred, not today," he sighed, "I don't want to clean any messes you make today..." he said putting the doll behind him and leaning forward, ruffling the child's hair.
America frowned; all week England's been seriously tired and slow. He always thought it was just him getting old but he was already old anyway. It had to be something else but Arthur would never tell him when he asked. It was frustrating.
Even if America cried about it, he'd just make him take a timeout or go to bed. But Alfred just had to know why! England was becoming a real drag about it whenever he wanted to play rough. He missed tackling Arthur then getting praised... Alfred had to try hard!
After a long hesitation, Alfred nodded, "Okay, Arthur," he frowned and stopped jumping or begging for the animal. He still didn't get it back when England went to his seat so he just planted himself on the carpet floor, staring off and thinking about it. When England asked about his reaction and wondering, Alfred ignored him and continued to stare.
.oOo.
After sitting like that for half an hour, England got worried about his silence and blank stares and took him upstairs. They skipped dinner while Arthur held him like a toddler and carried him upstairs, "Alfred, you sure you're fine? You're going to bed," he said, walking to America's room with a sign illustrated with cowboys and Indians.
"But Iggyyy!" he whined, not putting up a fight, "I''m not tired plus what about dinner?" "Supper will wait for tomorrow, you were starting to creep me out!" he said, setting him on his bed and going to get America's pajamas. Alfred stood on his bed, pouting.
"So?"
That response wasn't England's favorite, "So you need to sleep and this isn't the first time we went without supper," he said, bringing him a pair of plaid pajama pants and a matching button-up shirt.
"So?"
The Brit's brow ticked while he undressed him to his boxers, "So we're going to bed for the night and no midnight snacking..." he grumbled, making America left his arms up to put the shirt on him. Alfred frowned at Arthur; England got smart and put locks on the fridge at night.
"So?" he asked again.
Arthur groaned, annoyed, "So you're going to bed, dammit. You're becoming a git." he finished, putting his pajama pants on him and starting to put him in bed. When America opened his mouth for another reply, Arthur put a finger to it. "Stop saying 'So?'!" he hissed.
After a pause, he pulled it away and Alfred asked, "Can I sleep with you then?"
England loosened up immediately. Even if America was growing up more to become a big country,(he'd still be Arthur's colony, no matter what!) he still had that cute innocence to England. He blushed and stopped trying to tuck in the stubborn boy, he sighed, "Alright..." he blushed more when America brightened up and stood up on his bed again, "But don't kick me again in your sleep!"
Alfred grinned widely, jumping down from his bed and ran through the hall to Arthur's room, "Fuck Yeahhh~! I get to sleep with Iggy again!" England chased after, yelling, "Watch your mouth, you git!"
.oOo.
Ever since America's first Halloween with England, he took a long while to sleep(unlike England who was dead asleep next to him, facing towards America. He was such a cuddlier...!). Alfred stared at the ceiling, gazing off again and watching the dark. 'Hmm, England's such a drag...' he thought to himself, looking back to England's outline in the dark. 'Maybe I could try to make him feel better!'
Alfred smiled to himself, almost grinning widely, he put his arms behind his head in satisfaction. He fell asleep easily after that, too proud of himself to listen to the house settle and make noises. Naturally, Arthur hugged him in his sleep and Alfred kicked him a lot, making Arthur grunt in pain and almost wake up before hugging tighter.
/sob
I have to post this... otherwise my friend will post it on her account when all I wanted was a critque... (which I didn't get. Damn you Jenna)
Simply written during a car trip home from Georgia. Thank god for long lasting laptop batteries~~
This should continue with the help of peer pressure from Jenna! (sometimes its good I guess lol)
PLEASE. Critques wanted! Not just short 'So cute~!' comments please! ;u;