Alfred returned to Arthur's house at 7:31. Before he started up the front steps, he straightened his bomber jacket and made sure his tee shirt wasn't stuck in his jeans anywhere. It wouldn't do to look sloppy, after all. He walked up the door, and before he could ring the doorbell, the door opened to England glaring up at him.
"You're late," he growled.
"Good to see you too, Arthur." England rolled his eyes, opening the door wider so the American could walk into the house. They looked each other up and down, Alfred appreciating the way Arthur's tuxedo jacket hugged his frame and made his green eyes even brighter.
"I told you to dress nicely," Arthur stated. Alfred smiled, but didn't reply. The Englishman rolled his eyes, and grabbed a pink box off of the side table. "This is for you."
Alfred accepted the box and shook it lightly, trying to guess what it is. When he couldn't tell, he looked back at England and asked "What is it?"
"It's spring. In a box," Arthur told him, smiling lightly.
"You fit spring into a box?!" Alfred exclaimed, smiling brightly. He opened it hurriedly, tearing off the red ribbon and lifting the lid.
BOING!~
A spring popped out of the box, arching over Alfred's head. He grabbed it, still smiling wildly. Arthur chuckled as Alfred started playing with the spring.
"Alfred, your real present is down this hall…"
"You got me something else?! Why? This is the awesomest present ever!"
"Alfred, that was just a joke…I actually got you Spring!"
"I'm not falling for that again, Arthur! And this present is enough for me!"
Arthur just rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh.
"Your present is a room full of springs."
"Sweet! Where?"
"Just down this hall…"