"Hey, Iggy!" An overexcited American boy shouted as he ran up to Arthur's house, who groaned as he opened the door and noticed the approaching male.
"What the bloody hell do you want, Alfred? Its twelve o' clock at night!"
As he bounded onto the doorstep, America looked at his watch. "No its not. Its 7 pm! Geez, Iggy, looks like you're getting so old that you dunno how to read a clock?"
Rolling his eyes, he reluctantly let him into his house. "What is it, now? I've got a game tomorrow and need my rest… and I don't even know who my opponent is, and so-"
"I'm gonna kick your butt tomorrow! Haha!" Alfred said smugly. His overconfidence was obvious and annoying, but what was new?
Arthur started, and then froze several times before recovering his ability to speak. "…YOU? Oh god, oh god… I have to face you in football?" He internally panicked. There was no way he could beat Alfred in a sports-related event!
Alfred looked at him incredulously. "Oh. I guess I'm not facing you then. I'm playing soccer, not football." He sighed. "And I was looking forward ta totally creaming you…"
"Its called FOOTBALL, you bloody git!" He brought up a hand, as if to strangle him, before controlling himself to not cause the bodily harm that he so wished to. Arthur got up and slowly trudged to the kitchen. He needed some tea to calm him before he went absolutely ballistic!
"Dude, Its totally called soccer. Get with the times!"
"Football."
"Soccer!"
"Football!"
Getting up and walking closely behind him, America giggled. "Eeeww! What're ya going in there for? That place is where you make all those weapons of mass destruction, right? Ugh, you're not gonna make that disgusting tea stuff, are you? Yuck. Man, that stuff is gross. I can't understand how you like that watery gunk. Seriously, like, if you wanna drink something brown and wet, why not drink like a coca-cola or something? Cause that stuff is awesome, just like-"
England's head turned toward America demonically. "I suggest you stop following me, if you value your life."
Shivering, America heeded his words. "O-o-okay, Iggy! I'll s-see you tomorrow! B-bye!" He pretty much dashed out of the door. He definitely did not wanna be in there when Arthur was cooking something.
x/x
Took a break from my other story to write this =)
This was made as a reference to the FIFA world cup, because later today there is a match with US vs. UK! I swear, the people who made the match-ups are hetalia fans. (But I missed Greece vs. South Korea!)