Alfred stood alone in the darkened place, scanning the vicinity for the enemy. Waiting. Out of ammo and trapped, he looked down at the gun in his hand. Useless. The feeling of fear and paranoia was rife as he swore he heard nearby footsteps. He froze for a moment, his eyes narrowing, trying to see into the darkness to no avail. He stepped backwards, bumping into an object and cursing to himself. 'Oh great, I'm dead meat now...' he thought bitterly to himself. He debated with himself whether to follow the sound of footsteps, to be a man about it – to face the enemy and be a hero. No wait! A hero would starve it out until the very end, but this would be an injury to his pride. It was the end for him anyway... He wasted numerous bullets but it seemed that his opponent was just too good for him. Too good indeed.
All his plans for this battle had been discarded in the midst of the adrenaline panic; his adolescent side had taken over and made him become cocky. How very silly, Alfred. He could practically hear his opponent tutting at him. He'd thought about breaking the rules, reusing a bullet, even hiding some forbidden so that time would run out and he would be spared. Yet, somehow, the enemy would know. He always knew. He knew all of Alfred's tricks, all of his tactics. Gosh, Alfred had only agreed to this because of the whole pride and dignity complex. He was doing it for freedom! Well, maybe he wasn't... but still! He was doing it for the American way! Yeah, that was why! No way was any short-tempered, bad-mouthed, adorably vulgar-
Bang.
Alfred heard the shot before he felt it attack at his ribcage. 'Ah, crap...' he thought to himself. 'Not again.' He looked down at the orange bullet lying on the floor, rolling his eyes. He bit his lip and looked up, locking eyes with the emerald ones of the so-called enemy. The enemy smirked at him in a somewhat sickeningly sweet sort of way.
"You lose again... darling."
The tone of the voice was mocking and it sure did take a chunk out of Alfred's pride.
"So, what is it? 5 – 0 to me now? Do you never learn, Alfred?"
Alfred dropped his Nerf gun and just stared.
"...Why? Every single time! Artie, just once! Just once, just let me win, okay?"
Arthur tilted his head, smiling and carefully placing his gun on the sofa before going to switch the light back on. Alfred folded his arms childishly and pouted at him, "Seriously! This isn't fair!"
"Maybe you shouldn't waste ammo every time you hear a little sound."
"Not fair! You're like an assassin or something! This ain't right."
"Oh, hush. Don't be such a bad loser!" Arthur walked over to his pouting boyfriend, wrapping his arms around him, "And don't forget, two sugars in my tea. Every morning, for the next two weeks..."
Alfred sighed; this would definitely be the last time he made a bet with Arthur over a Nerf gun war. Honest!
