A/N: This is my first fanfiction ever! So DO NOT expect it to be the best thing you ever will read,k? K. Anyways, remember that I am open to criticism. i hope you enjoy! :3
Alfred F. Jones was bored. It was snowing, and any normal person would want to play in the snow right? Right. (A/N: if you don't, something is wrong with you) Well, he did go play in the snow, but since he didn't have anybody to play with he became bored quickly and went back inside.
He called practically everyone, but everybody was busy. The only person he didn't call was Arthur Kirkland.
Alfred knew that Arthur wouldn't pick up once he saw who was calling. So, what did Alfred do? He went straight to Arthur's house.
Alfred was in the middle of throwing his fifth snowball at Arthur's window when he heard "GET THE FUCK OFF OF MY PROPERTY, BLOODY GIT". Alfred whined "But Iggy, I'm booooooorrrreeeddd!" Arthur stood in the doorway, caterpillars furrowed with a cup of tea in hand "What did I say about calling me that!?" Alfred only responded by throwing a snowball at Arthur's face.
Arthur shrieked like a little school girl while dropping his tea. The tea spilt all over his plants in the place where the sun doesn't shine. "ALFRED!" Alfred fell over, clutching his side, and laughed like a maniac. "H-Help...I've fallen...and...I can't get up!"
Arthur stood on the porch, pouting.
Alfred walked up the porch steps and up to Arthur. He kissed Arthur on the cheek and said "aw~! Artie you're so cute when you're mad~!"
Arthur blushed and glared up at Alfred. He kicked Alfred in the shin and stormed back inside, leaving Alfred to fall down the steps and face plant into the snow.
Alfred yelled ,"SON OF A BIATCH! THAT HURT LIKE FUCK!"
THE END
A/N: Ok, that probably sucked, but I'm just warming up with it so deal with it. Remember to comment. Criticism is welcome. Anyways, thank you for reading. I hope you liked it! ^w^
