Thanks you for the reviews: ChibiAmerica, Anakin-Jason-Skywalker-Kenobi, Just a reader, and blueorgray1236

Act Your Age

Chapter 1

Arthur was in the kitchen, preparing a kettle to boil water, not paying attention to the fact that his American guest and former colony had left the room. The Englishman had invited the other over after they had finished with a meeting. As of recent the two had been getting along rather well, and it was nice to bring over the colonies that didn't hate him and have a nice chat every once in a while.

Alfred had started off heading to the bathroom, however he noticed a door that was hanging open only a little and admittedly grew curious. He made of a point of checking it out on the way back, due to the fact that he didn't remember it being there ever before, then again his memory has been hazy lately.

The room had a dark and creepy aura hanging around it, which just seemed to invite the American in even more. He loved to freak himself out with scary movie, and want could be scarier than what Arthur kept hidden in his basement?

He shivered and looked at the glass vials hanging around, there were so many it was unbelievable. Chalk draws were scattered lying all around his feet, this was certainly strange. A toy dragon sat in the back corner, seeing to watch his every movement.

Alfred picked up a few bottles and read their labels. "What the hell? Eye of newt?" He thought that was something only talked about in fantasy stories.

"O-kay," Alfred was seriously starting to wonder what Arthur did in his spare time as he set it back on the shelf.

Arthur hummed as he took out a box of teabags, setting them gently on the counter. Though he was surprised when he turned around to ask Alfred if his guest wanted something other than tea to drink that the American wasn't there.

"Where did that git wander off too so suddenly?" He mumbled to himself, walking out into the living room.

The Briton didn't find the man in the sitting room, so he proceeded down the hallway. With a deadpan expression on his face, he noted the door that was wide open and the lights were on. Being the British spy that he was, he snuck on the American messing with his things.

He nudged on of the bottles by accident and knocked the next vial over. It crashed to the floor, spilling its reddish-brown substance all over the floor. "Shit," he whispered.

Arthur's eye twitched just at the sound, then he was livid. "Alfred! What the bloody hell are you doing in here?" He shouted at the taller man.

The American nearly jumped out his skin, the chill of the scary movie moment was fairly strong. "I'll clean it, Artie," he promised quickly.

"Why were you even in here in the first place?" Arthur glared at the other, his temper rising.

Alfred quickly came up with an excuse, "Bored."

"Boredom is your excuse for messing around in the specific place I told you to leave alone?" Arthur crossed his arms, rather upset that Alfred gave such a poor excuse. "Bollocks, Alfred!" Honestly, that was something a child would tell him.

"You never said I couldn't come in here!" Alfred protested, feeling like he had lived this moment with Arthur several times when he was younger.

"It was the first thing I said when I showed you to your room!" Arthur screamed, remembering the instructions very clearly. "But, of course you weren't listening you wanker!"

"When did you show it to me?" Alfred cocked his head to the side a bit, not recalling that at all. "Like a billion years ago if at all." He swore that never happened, did it?

"No, I reminded you when you got here." Arthur wanted to shake the other man or perhaps nock some sense into him. "You're such a twit! Open your damn ears!"

"Huh?" Alfred didn't remember that conversation at all. Maybe he had been thinking of something else at the time and it slipped. His memory wasn't the most reliable anyways as of recent.

"It was only a few hours ago! How could you have forgotten so quickly?" Arthur assumed that he must have been boring the American, and of course Alfred would be one not to care. It was really starting to hurt, all Arthur had wanted was a nice time with his former colony. American had always been his favorite admittedly.

"Why do you have all this weird stuff anyways?" Alfred asked to change subject.

"That does not concern you." Arthur wasn't falling for it. "You shouldn't be here in the first place so clean this mess up and get out!"

"Sorry if I find dragon blood weird to have around," Alfred mumbled looking around for a broom or something, avoiding to look at the green eyes that were trying to burn a hole in him.

"Excuse me?" Arthur looked down at what had been broken and palled. "That was a rare vile you asshat!" Not only was it incredibly rare and had to be brought from another dimension, but it was also dangerous beyond believe. A single touch could kill a human, however nations would just feel a burning affect for several weeks. As angry as he was at Alfred, he wasn't going to allow to other to be so badly hurt.

"Just what?" Alfred was confused he didn't think any of that shit about magic was actually real.

"It was rare." Arthur wanted to face palm. "Don't tell me you don't know what that means..." There was no way that Alfred was that stupid, he had to have had some education after all those hours of fighting with him.

"Well yeah, but can't you just get more." Alfred said, nations got their way a lot. "It's not like fairies are real. Or anything." He thought there was like a joke magic shop where Arthur got all this stuff.

"They are too real!" Arthur puffed, getting more and more annoyed. "And I can't get more! It was the only bottle in the whole country!"

"Oh," Alfred said quietly, only understanding that his meant a lot to the British man. "Well sorry." He said with a little shrug.

"Well sorry? That's all you have to say?" Arthur demanded.

"What more do you want?" Alfred asked snappishly, "I can't fix the problem." It bothered him greatly that he couldn't be a hero and fix this, but he wasn't sure what he could do at all.

"I know you can't fix it, but it's your fault it's broken!" Arthur bellowed, close to reaching his breaking point. "First you enter a forbidden area, then you break my things!"

"Hey, I didn't mean to break it." Alfred defended himself, holding his hands up in surrender. "It just fell. Besides, you should lock it or put a sign on it or you know something."

"Wha-..." Arthur was beginning to get more annoyed with the childish nature of the American. "Can you not see that you invaded my personal property? And you tell me that I should have put a bloody lock on it!"

"Yes?" Alfred said unsure why they were still fighting about it or what Arthur was really asking of him.

"That is beyond..." Arthur stopped and had a funny look cross his face, "You know what...I'm done with you being rude!" He reprimanded the other by the ear and began to drag him down the hall, not caring how harsh he tugged at the other's ear. The taller was pulled down to his own height.

"Ow, what the hell?" Alfred growled and tried pulling away but that only made his poor ear hurt even worse.

"You make fun and taunt me all the time, I am disrespected and now you joke around after breaking my things." It seriously as if he was the same child that Arthur had raised all those years ago, or rather not because he was never this rude then. "Obviously you need to be taught how to treat others. I'd think you would have known what respect was by now, but it appears not."

Alfred's neck hurt more than his ear surprisingly, as it was at a awkward angle. "Just let me go." He hated how his voice was a touch whiny. This position brought a wave of memories, most of them unpleasant one of his childhood punishments.

"No. Not this time, I will not." Arthur snuffed and dragged the American into his study. The office area would do for what he had planned, in fact it would do really nicely.

Alfred winced as the grip on his ear seemed to be harder, temporally he forgot about his super strength as he was sucked into the same childish fear of Arthur's wrath that he use to have every time he was in trouble.

"I never thought I'd see the day, but I've finally lost my temper with your childishness!" Arthur scolded the American, holding his arm up so that Alfred could at least stand a bit more normal, though didn't seize his grip.

"What are you going to do about it, this isn't the exit." Alfred said taking a bit of relief that he wasn't bent over awkwardly. As a matter of fact, this was even where he had received a majority of his punishments.

"I think I'm smart enough to realize that in my own home, Alfred. We're in here for a reason." Arthur smirked having an idea of what to do to discourage this atrocious behavior.

"So you're not kicking me out?" Alfred had a bad feeling, this wasn't what he expected. He thought he was just going to be torn apart with words and booted out of the house until several months passed and he could make it up to the other.

"Oh, no. That would not only be rude and unsatisfactory of a host, it just wouldn't suffice to my standards either." Arthur stated prudery, tugging Alfred over to his desk and bending him over the surface. "Besides, someone has to teach you to act your age."

Alfred had a terrible sinking feeling what was about to happen. He just prayed that he was wrong.