A/N: Yeah, first fic uploaded on this site! Woohoo~! It's an achievement! Hope ya'll like it!
It was once again that time of year.
Yep.
Time to clean her room.
Amanda sighed and sat down on her bed, taking in the entirety of her room. Wow. She never really thought how messy it was until now. The top of her closet had bags of stuffed toys and, well bags. The inside of the closet was just as bad: her clothes were strewn everywhere, heck, even her underwear drawer was out of place. Her makeup table well, now she'd call it her storage for cosmetics. Next was the bed, it didn't even look like a bed anymore: it looked like a pile of blankets, pillows and clothes. Last, of course, was her floor. Or maybe she should call it a dump.
She let out another sigh and stood up. She promised herself she would get this finished before lunch time. Either finish it as soon as possible or end up with an empty stomach later.
"Ah fuck it. Alfred!" She called out for her brother, who was lucky enough to convince Arthur to clean his room for him. It was plain unfair. Why does she have to clean her room when he doesn't? She stomped out of her room and headed to his, not even knocking and just barging in.
Damn.
Why did she have to pick this moment to come into his room?
A/N: Can you guys guess what happens next~? Stay tuned~! -wiggles eyebrows-