"Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck." It was late November, and in the proud country of England, a bit of snow was common, but in America the Englishman noticed, it was still covered in the left-over warmth that was Autumn.

Of course, they weren't in America, they were in England. And of course Alfred didn't expect it to snow. So, the younger male drew his fuzzy Captain America sweater around him, bouncing in anticipation as his lover slllowwwlly unlocked his door.

"Come on Iggy, please open the door. You can tease me later on not dressing warmer. Damn it, please." The stormy-eyed boy whined pathetically to his lover, making the usually straigt-as-a-line (Not sexually, of course) Brit chuckle and slide his door open with ease. Being the gentleman Arthur was, he stepped aside so his poorly-educated (His fault for that, actually, but he still blamed Francis.) boyfriend could step into the warm house.

"Thank fucking God. I'm going to die!" Alfred flopped onto Arthur's couch, groaning.

"Come on you git, I'll make tea." Arthur scurried to the kitchen like the cute little housewife Alfred teased him for being, ignoring Alfred's blunt: "But I fucking hate tea."

As Arthur prepared the tea, Alfred pulled his phone out of his pocket, checking his messages lazily.

One message: Matthew 'Who?' Williams:

Hey, Al, I'll be at Gilbert's place all weekend. And I don't want any bullshit. Feli and Ludwig are over here too.

The elder of the Blondes sighed and sent his brother a reply.

The Hero (Me!):

Okay, but don't u 2 do anything stupid. i'll just be a worried lil big brother Iggy's and pi$$ him off.

"Bloody hell, Alfred. What type of grammar is that? " The man with the vividly green eyes wrinkled his nose in distaste.

Alfred scoffed, looking up as his lover in a fake competitive smirk. "It's texting grammar, like what everyone else uses."

Arthur held back the retort that "Well, his younger brother didn't." but the older lover was too tired from picking his whiny boyfriend up at the airport to bother.

And so, the stupid American and the strict Brit were happy for the rest of the weekend...

(Except for when Arthur almost locked Alfred outside for spitting out his tea in disgust, but besides that, all was happy.)

A/N: So bored...I'm sorry for..whatever that was, but oh well. Something to do, right?