There was a knock at the door.
Alfred stopped for a second before quickly turning off his PS4. "Come in, you know it's never locked."
Ludwig stepped in, looked around a bit. "Ah, you cleaned up a bit. It doesn't look half bad without garbage everywhere."
'He didn't yell at me for not checking who it was first, for once,' he thought to himself. "Well, you haven't been here in a while. Thought it should look nice."
"How strangely considerate of you, Alfred. Is that why you wanted me to come over?"
"Just for something boring as that? Heck no! I was thinking, maybe we could do something?"
"...Like what?"
The American's stomach growled. He blinked and glanced at the garbage can filled to the brim with McDonald's wrappers.
Ludwig followed his line of sight and let out a strained sigh. "What? Do you want to die of a heart attack before you're forty? Because that's where all of this fast food is going to get you."
"Hey, I don't lecture you about all your porn."
"...That has absolutely nothing to do with this conversation and I refuse to dignify it with a response."
"Guess what you just did."
They glared at each other.
The American groaned. "...Come on, we shouldn't fight. Let's just go to dinner and deal with whatever comes to us, alright?" His companion's eyes softened, which he took as a sigh of agreement. "So, uh, that new steak house up the street?"
"Fine. But next time we're going vegan," he said with a slight smirk, growing from the other's look of horror.
