Rubber
"Alfred, will you please hand me a rubber?"
The American just stood there as he watched the other draw.
Why would he need one of those for drawing?
Alfred tilted his head a bit as Arthur looked over at him.
"Earth to Alfred?" The Englishman said, poking the other's forehead.
The American couldn't hold it in anymore.
"Why do you need a condom to draw, Iggy?"
It was such an innocent question.
Yet the blush spread across Arthur's face rather quickly.
"Wh-what?" That was the only thing the Arthur could get out.
The American sighed. "Well you asked for a rubber. That's a condom, right?"
Arthur's looked down in utter defeat.
"No. It's an eraser, Alfred."
The American blinked, and his own cheeks grew a bit pink.
"O-oh…right, I knew that!"
Damn you, Arhur!
Ahaha. x'D
Couldn't help it.
It was so perfect. xD