"Oh, not again."

England had gone too far this time.

Arthur stood before him, dressed like a pirate.
An eye patch, a big hat with a red feather, a long, blue and red coat with a simple white shirt beneath, of which the top buttons were undone, so that Arthur's chest was showing a little and big black boots to top it off. He even had a sword with him, in a belt around his waist with a large, golden buckle on it.

"Is this what you called me for?" Alfred stared at him, blankly. Arthur smiled slightly.
"Yes."
He spun around, making the jacket sway. "I want to know which you like better."
Alfred gulped. He had certainly not forgot about the last time Arthur dressed up. Certainly not.
Arthur's eyes started to glitter in a way that made Alfred uncomfortable.

England took the sword in one hand and drew it in a swift motion, the steel shimmering in the morning light that passed through the large window in the living room. He held the tip dangerously close to America's neck, Arthur visible eye gazing at Alfred's blue ones.
"Which do you like better, Alfred?" England closed in on him, forcing him to sit down on the couch beneath the window. He didn't move the sword one inch from its potentially deadly spot.

Arthur cocked his head to one side. "Punk me?" He cocked his head the other way, a smug smile now decorating his face. "Or pirate me?"

Alfred gulped again.
Punk Arthur was great, that was for sure. Tight pants, a lot of skin showing and not to mention those piercings. A little crazy, spunky and wild, just the way Alfred liked.
But the music was awful, that too.

"Answer me, Alfred."

Pirate Arthur was like a whole different side of Normal Arthur (just how many are there, for crying out loud!). He had some similarities with Punk Arthur, the crazy glint in his eyes, for one. The excessive amount of accessories, along with some arrogant behavior. Plus, he looked horribly self-confident.

Alfred narrowed his eyes and smirked. "If I have to compare those two…"
He grabbed England's sword, careful not to cut himself and pushed it away gently. He stood up from the couch and grabbed Arthur by the chin, gently kissing him on the lips.
America let his voice drop to a husky tone. "I'll have to test it like we did last time."

England blushed a pretty shade of red, dropping the sword, which fell to the ground with a clattering sound.
He resisted at first, like he always did, shouting obscenities, struggling to break free of Alfred's hold but he gave in eventually.
Like he always did.

Arthur rested his face in on Alfred's chest, still panting.
"You should dress up more often." Alfred put a hand on Arthur's face and looked at him, smirking.
"Git." Arthur smacked his hand away, a sour look on his face. "Now answer my question, who do you like better? Punk me or pirate me?"
Alfred rubbed his thumb over England's bottom lip. Arthur bit him, softly.
"Tell you what."
Arthur got a little more upright, eager to hear the answer.
Alfred smirked at him once more and suddenly tackled him, making the bedspring creak at the sudden shift of weight. He pinned Arthur's hands above his head.
"Hey!" England's green eyes narrowed. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?"
Alfred smirked. "I think we have to do it again." He nipped at Arthur's neck, making him gasp.
"What?" Arthur's voice jumped up an octave. "Why?!"
"Because." Alfred looked up into green, desperate eyes.

"I really can't decide."