Arthur woke up in a cramped stall with a massive headache. Sunlight streamed in from...Somewhere, his vision was still to blury to make out where. He wished that the lights would shut up.

All he could remeber from last night was that blithering idiot of an American was begging him to copslay as some idiot called Lori or something like that and fight with him, Captain America. But that still didn't explain why he was in this place and why he wearing this horrid clothes.

Arthur's eyesight had cleared up a bit he could now see that he was in a stable of some sort. But who the hell owned a stable this days and on of this size no less. He breifly wondered if he was in America still but he dismissed the thought. There was only a certain amout of things a person could do in night, right. Right?

And of course that brought him to the clothes he was wearing. A simple collar-necktie, button-up cuff, and black apron. He never seen anything anthing more ridiculous in his life. Exept for Alfred's clothing, now that was hideous. Speaking of which, where was the American anyways?

He looked around the small stall. He could now tell that the light was coming through a crack from the wall. With a deep breath, he slowly got to his feet. Bad idea, he fell down at once with an even worse ache throughout his body.

He positioned his body in many different-and painful-ways and finally stopped once he decided that the fetal position was good enough. What he would do for a glass of water though. Finally the pain eased somewhat by a fraction, he started to get up again. This time he managed to stay on his feet before he was hit with a wave of light-headedness and dizzyness. His vision went black for sometime before it was finally over. After that he was feeling considerably quite better.

He began to walk over to the door he had noticed before and pulled it. Only for door to not budge. He tried again. Locked.

'What the bloody hell? I'm locked! Who lockes an empty stall in a stable with no bloody horses!' He thought feverently. He began to panick and in the moment he the door. It swung open. If his headache hadn't been there, he would have face palmed. Of course, you pushed the door open.

He wandered out of his stall, eyes falling on a coat rack. There was a pink riding shirt adorned with sparkly white sequins and patterned with shiny glittering white hearts. Though girlish, it was obvious that it was suited and tailored for a man. He grudgingly put it on. It was better than nothing.

Arthur then walked over to the other stalls figuring Alfred would be in there somewhere. He wasn't all of them were empty save for two which actually had two live horses-or rather ponies- in them.

'Well the idiot cound't have gone far' he thought, annoyed. He was right. Alfred was lying in one of those trough things were the horses drink water. He looked like a genuine pig. Arthur was tempted just to leave leave him there but thinking he could drown, he began to wake him up (but not before looking both ways, making sure that nobody was looking, and drank a good deal of water near Tapma bay, Florida).

Arthur gently shook his shoulder but, upon seeing that he wasn't waking up, increased his pressure till one point he gave up the mild gestures entirley and began slapping him. The American finally awoke.

"Dude what happened and where are we?" he asked blearly. He rubbed his eyes and began to sit up. He was clearly not in as much pain as the Brit.

Arthur sighed, he was hoping Alfred could remember a little bit more than he, but sadly that was no the case.

"Ugh, dude as much as I like the view as the next guy, get your ass outta my face and put some pants on." Alfred said with mild humor that he wasn't feeling. Arthur turned fiftey shades of red and turned around pulling the shirt down. Too bad it was silk not cotton. "Awh, dude, here, just put this on." he said reaching for his jacket around his shoulders only to find himself jacketless.

He gasped, he never went anywhere without his bomber jacket. In fact looking at himself now, he relised that he was wearing the clothes of his all time favorte super hero, Captain America.

"Dude, seriously what happened last night." he asked again though knowing the other knew as much as him. Arthur shrugged and said, "I don't know what happened but I think I know where we are." He gestured to the the stables. They were hot pink.

"Oh dude, no...How did we even...?" There were in Felick's house-orstable to be exact-miles away from Alfred's and even Arthur's house.


What happens when you watch the Hangover, the Avengers and see a picture of Steve Rodgers with glasses on making him look like America? Shit happens that's what, or this case this story. The beginning was probably boring but it get better I promise~! Though I probably won't update this anytime soon since I have my other story. This was just to prove to my friend that I'm not all about Satire, Romance, and Tragedy!(Throws Othello to the corner of the room) Hah, take that I can write something humorous for once! Anyways like I was saying may not update in a while so yeah. Till then, See ya~!