The more Alfred thinks back on it, the more he decides to buy earplugs the next time he goes shopping. This decision was mostly due to a little… incident he'd had a few nights before.
As Arthur, Alfred's boyfriend for about 5 years now, knows how jumpy Alfred gets around loud noises and jump-scares in general… he probably should have seen this coming.
A particularly bad thunderstorm was going to sweep through, and there were severe storm warnings all over the local news. Arthur was trying to sit comfortably in the small couch they shared in their small apartment, but Alfred was making that pretty difficult by draping his legs across Arthur's lap, resting them on the arm of the couch.
"Jeez Alfie, I didn't know you worked out." Arthur said, trying to adjust his legs comfortably.
His boyfriend just snorted. "I don't. And since when do you call me 'Alfie?'"
"Since now. And are you sure? Cause your legs are pretty damn heavy." He grunted, shifting again.
"...Do you mind moving so I can actually get to my tea?"
The American just laughed. "Dude, why would I let you drink that gross leaf water instead of enjoying spending time with me?"
Honestly Arthur had no idea why he put up with this ridiculous man.
"Because I like it. And who said I couldn't spend time with you while drinking tea?"
"Uh, me. Obviously."
Arthur sighed. "Alright fine. But at least try getting off me because if you don't I'll push you right off this couch."
"I'll take you down with me then!" Alfred said with a grin.
"Do you want me to dump you?"
"Awww c'mon Artie, you seriously won't go that far... right?"
Arthur shot his boyfriend the best 'Angry Mom Look' he could muster. (Alfred's half brother Matt came up with the name, much to Arthur's displeasure.)
Though he would never really dump his dorky American boyfriend for such a ridiculous reason, he put on a brave face nonetheless. "Don't assume I won't. And just because I called you Alfie that ONE time, does not mean you can call me by that stupid nickname."
Alfred chuckled and finally gave in to his empty threats. "Alright, alright, fine. I'll let you have some of your gross leaf water. By the way, you know I'm gonna have to call you that for the rest of the night now, right?"
Arthur groaned loudly at that, while Alfred laughed his ass off.