Summary: Collection of five drabbles featuring Alfred, Arthur and co. in different situations. Mostly US/UK
A/N: Inspired when my mom's friend came to our house and chatted… and it reminded me of the stupid things I did when I was still a child :D
Part 1: Of Watermelon and Bed
It was about 11 at night, and a drunken Arthur stumbled upon his bed inside his house in America.
"Goddamnit," he mumbled against the sheets, fighting the urge to just shut his eyes and fall asleep, "urg, the headache…"
He undid his buttons and half-danced to the bathroom, closing the door with a quiet click.
About 15 minutes later he was fully dressed in his sleeping attire, and then slumped merrily into his bed. In a minute count he was already in his fantasy dreamland.
**
At three in the morning, the sky was still dark and so was Arthur's room. The Briton suddenly turned to his right side, and then he felt something on his right foot. It was soft yet solid at the same time; and in his dreamy state Arthur wondered what it could be.
And then he promptly kicked it.
He never even stirred after doing so, immediately slipping into the completely asleep state again.
The next morning, aside from the massive hangover he had, his right foot had a bruise the size of his fist.
**
Alfred rubbed his eyes, groaning when he yawned again. The meeting ended about half an hour later, and Arthur followed the American who looked rather sleepy today.
"What is it, you git? You look like hell today." The Englishman commented.
The American snorted, and laughed humorlessly. "The heck, Iggy. You don't even know what today is?"
The older nation frowned. As far as he knew there was no special event today… "What is it?"
"Huh," the American chuckled darkly, "do you remember when you visited me after your quarrel with Francis back then, when I was still your colony?"
"Yes… what about it?"
"When you were drunk as hell?"
The Briton really had no idea what was Al talking about. "I do remember that."
"Do you remember anything at your right foot back then?"
Arthur nodded.
"It was my head you kicked, Iggy. And the bump I had always shows up this day." Alfred rubbed his forehead, and pressed the bridge of his nose. "Seriously, Iggy. What did you think it was?"
Frowning, the former pirate tried to remember what he thought it was… and then he blushed.
"Well?"
"…I thought it was a watermelon on my foot."
A/N: Alfred slipped into Arthur's room while he was asleep, because yes, he was scared of ghost at that time. Review and comments are appreciated! :)