Will Rogers
Alfred, the childish America, and Arthur, the so called 'perfect British gentleman', were fighting over trivial things…again.
"And what kind of twit goes prancing around saying 'I'm the hero, I'm the hero!' anyway? It's idiotic!" Arthur exclaimed mockingly." Wasn't it Will-something-or-another who said 'being a hero is about the shortest-lived profession on earth?'" he finished with a smirk.
"AW! You're just jealous, after all 'we can't all be heroes, 'cause somebody has to sit on the curb as they go by!'" Alfred retorted triumphantly. ", and how does a stiff British dude like you know 'bout Will Rogers anyway?"
Arthur puffed out his cheeks in irritation, "Well others actually pay attention to things that happen in other countries!" he let out a sigh of irritation "Well, "when ignorance is started it knows no bounds?'" he replied.
"AHAHAHAHA! But 'if stupidity got us into it, why can't it get us out?" Alfred replied with a slyly.
"UH! You're such a bloody git!" Arthur began to storm off, just when his shoelace got caught under his foot…BAM! He found himself on the ground seconds later.
Alfred on the other hand, was standing next to him, doubled over in laughter. Arthur did not find this at all amusing. He had ruined his new pants, his hair was worse off than it usually is, and now that idiot was laughing at him! Right as Alfred took a step forward to keep his balance; Arthur grabbed the leg of his pants, sending Alfred strait to the ground. After a moment when Alfred sat up his glasses were barely hanging onto his face, and apparently there was a puddle were had fallen since his shirt and bomber jacket were soaked.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!" Arthur couldn't help but laugh,"'Everything is funny as long as it's happening to someone else' HUH?" he managed to blurt out in between laughing and trying to obtain oxygen. Alfred glared at him, but after a moment, he found himself laughing too.