The morning started like any ordinary morning in England. Glomy skies and rain. Not heavy rain, light sprinkles. A man by the name of Arthur Kirkland sat at his dinning table sipping tea and watching the morning rain fall over his garden outside. The setting was a peaceful harmony, calm and quiet like a morning should be. Until a ringing broke the beautiful slince of the morning rain tapping on the window's. Arthur put down his tea cup gentaly and got up walking over to the phone. He picked it up with a sigh.
"Hello?" He asked.
"Yo Iggy! What up?" Someone on the other side yelled.
"How many times do I have to tell you. It's "what's up" not "what up". Besides the point of me correcting you as usaul. What do you want America?" Arthur asked. A sigh was heard from the other line.
"Why do you never call me by my name?" He asked.
"Hm? Is this all you called me for? To ask a stupid question," Arthur asked.
"No, I was just asking god," Alfred whined.
"Well hurry up. I don't have all day. I have things to do you know," Arthur said impatiently.
"Oh! Well I was calling to ask if you would like to come with me and Matt to the festival?" He asked.
"Really? That's why you called me? I thought-" Arthur was cut off soon by Alfred.
"Im not asking a stupid question. Im asking if you want to go on a date with me?" Alfred asked neviously. Arthur stood there almost dropping his hold on the phone in shock.
"E-excuse me?" He asked quietly into the phone.
"Ah, I-I was just joking with you. H-Ha Ha," Alfred nerviously scratching the back of his head.
"R-Really?" Arthur asked ignoring Alfreds last comment.
"Ah, yeah," Alfred said so quiet, it was almost unable to be heard. A silence took place for awhile. All you heard on Alfred's line was the rain hitting the windows, and on Arthur's line was the air conditionor running.
"S-sure," Arthur finally said breaking the silence.
"For real?" Alfred asked, a little taken back.
"Y-Yeah," Arthur said blushing.
"Oh, well cool! So I guess I'll tell Matt," Alfred said getting excited.
"Yeah well you go do that," Arthur said trying not to sound nervious while his blushing increased.
"Talk to ya later?" He asked.
"Yeah, yeah," Arthur said nodding his head.
"Ok! Bye!" Alfred hung up. Arthur stood there with the phone to his ear blushing like an almost rip tomato. He flipped his phone shut and placed it back on the kitchen counter. He let a sigh out and walked over to the table and sat down taking a sip of tea. His blush slowly retreating back down to his normal tone. A small smile taking place as he sipped his tea. Maybe today wasn't going to go to bad, not like it wasn't a bad day to begin with. But that simple little phone call from a certain American made his day already. Now all he had to do was call his private plane and fly over to America, but that could wait until he was done with his morning tea. It took three hours to get to America, and two hours to get to Alfred's house. He got out of the cab grabbing his bags. He walked up to the door and let a sigh out. He looked back to see that the cab was already gone and out of sight.
"That was quick," Arthur said to himself. He turned around and sighed again knocking on the door. You could here someone fall off the couch and scatter across the room. The curtain in the window a few feet away opened a little and Alfred's head peeked out to see who it was. The curtain was pulled back quickly and crashes could be heard. Locks being unlocked were heard as well and the door opened. Alfred stood there in a plain white T-shirt and light blue boxers on.
"Hey," He greeted the other.
"Just wake up from a nap?" Arthur asked crossing his arms. Damn did he look like a girl when he did that.
"Ah, oh yeah. I was watching a movie and fell asleep," Alfred said rubibng the back of his head and then laughing nerviously. Arthur just looked at him raising one of his famous bushy eyebrows.
"Oh right!" Alfred exclaimed and stepped aside to let Arthur in. Arthur grabbed his bags stepping inside.
"Not bad," He said putting his bags down.
"Yeah," Alfred replied shutting the door.
"Ah, so where's my room?" Arthur said trying not to be nervious but failing at doing so.
"Right this way!" Alfred shouted excitedly grabbing Arthur's bags and turned on his heels up the steps. Arthur quietly following behind. At the top of the stairs there were two gigantic doors with a little American flag hanging out to the side. Approximently that was America's room and to the right was Canada's room down the hall facing north and to the left was Mexico's room facing south. When they got to the top and turned right walking down the hallway. The third room they passed had it's door open and inside was Canada. He was on his computer typing something. It was really clean and neat in there Arthur noted to his self. They continued all the way to the very end and Alfred stopped turning around with his trade mark smile.
"Well, here we are Iggy!" America said proudly. "I'll let you get settled in and then lunch will be ready!" Alfred dropped the bags infront of the door and took off back down the hall and down the stairs. Arthur walked inside his room dragging his bags behind him. He dropped the bags near the door and settled down on the bed. He closed his eyes and let out a nervous sigh. Suddenly a big bang was heared and Athur jumped. Yelling could be heard from down stairs and Arthur took off to find out what happen.
"Quien demonios te crees que eres?[Who the hell do you think you are?]" Arthur heard someone yell. The lanuage sounded fimiliar but he knew it wasn't Antino but it was deffiently spanish the person was speaking.
"Don't who me!" Alfred yelled. "Pick up the vidrios rotos[broken glass]!"
"Para que? Yo no lo rompe[For what? I do not break it]," Arthur could see the person now. They were dressed really funny. And it deffinatly wasn't Spain for sure.
"Para que[For what] to you! It was you, limpia[clean] it!" Alfred yelled agian.
"Bien, bien. Lo que nunca[Fine, fine. What ever]," He said walking up the stairs. Arthur stepped out of the way and let him pass and walked down the stairs.
"Uh, what the bloody hell was that all about?" Arthur asked.
"Huh? Oh that was just Carlos. He represents Mexico," America said smiling at Arthur rubbing the back of his head.
"Uh huh. So what was all that about?" Arthur asked crossing his arms.
"Oh, nothing. Don't worry about it," America said picking up the peices and throwing it away.
"So, do you want to do anything before tonight?"
"Uh, what?" Arthur asked turning pink.
"Do you want to do anything before we go to the festival tonight. Like play a board game or something?"
"Oh," Arthur coughed clearing his throut," I-I knew what you meant. I w-was just saying what should we do?"
"Hm? Why you stuttering Arthur? Thinking of dirty things or somethin?" Alfred grinned.
"W-what are you talking about! I-I would never think of something-...something so...paposterious!" Arthur shouted turning red.
"Suuuuuuure Arthur," Alfred said getting closer to him.
"Alfred, what the bloddy hell are you doing?" Arthur asked backing up.
"Nothin," Alfred stepped closer. Arthur hit the wall.
Sorry for the cliffhanger! Go to the next chapter to find out what happens next.
