AMERICA, FUCK YEAH~!
COMING TO SAVE THE MUTHA-
Frick, Al.
"Ah…H-Hello?"
Alfred heard a slight pant in his brothers voice.
Probably screaming at that polar bear thingy he has.
"Yo Mattie~! How's my favorite hat doing?"
"A-Al, this isn't…ah…a good time…can I-nn - call you back?"
Alfred pouted. "Awww~! But I called you for a reason."
The American could hear a loud sigh along with a groan.
"What do you want Al?"
"…Do you remember Iggy's number? I think he deleted it off my phone, that douchebag." Alfred could have sworn he heard another voice, calling him a dumbass.
PPFFT Whatever voices, I'm back on my meds.
"Did you see him last night?" Alfred thought for a moment.
"Yes."
"Have you showered yet today?"
He scoffed. "It's only 2 in the afternoon, no."
"Then look at you arm."
Alfred held the phone between his cheek and shoulder as he shuffled his bomber jackets sleeve up. In plain, black sharpie marker was a 7 digit number along with an 'endearing' note.(the word 'wanker' came up often.)
"Oh~!" he grinned. "Well, do you want to hang out today? Cause lata' today a brothers 'bout to have some seeeex~!" Alfred did a moon walk, because a HERO has talent like that.
"No, Alfred. I ah-ctually have plans."
"But Mattie—"
"JUST HANG UP!"With that the call ended. Alfred duly noted the sudden change in his brothers' voice; it seemed deeper with a heavier accent. But, with a glance at his arm he forgot all about his brothers issues and dialed Arthur's number.
"Pfft, Mattie needs to get laid." He chuckled, waiting for the connection.
A/N: Oh Alfred, if you only knew…
If you noticed a lot of references, then you win. If not, you still win. Cause I love you all.
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