Chapter 4 where the English are douches
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Alfred was have the Best. Fucking. Dream. Ever. It involved flying cheeseburgers and aliens. Like I said: Best. Fucking. Dream. EVER! Then Al felt someone shaking him softly, pfft, like THAT would wake him up! Then he felt all the air that occupied his lungs being forced out, snapping his eyes open Alfred looked and saw Mattie... On his chest... Jumping on it in fact! God, it hurt! "C'mon! C'mon! I made pancakes and if you don't come down I'm going to eat you portion!" Normally the thought of someone eating his food got him up pretty quick; but the only thought that ran though his mind was, 'Dear God, this is what drove out the others!' Al trudged down the stairs, rewarded by the smell of pancakes, Al smiled as he continued down, they smelt so damn good! Alfred glancing in the kitchen, Al spotted Nico nibbling on a pancake. Nico and Mattie were avoiding each others gaze. Oh fuck. "Mattie, this Nicolai, you can call him Nico. No worries he's not homo." Mattie looked visibly relieved, but still a little awkward. "Um, hi, I'm Nicolai, but you can call me Nico like Mr. Jones said."
"Dude! Don't call me 'mister'! That makes me sound like an old hermit!"
"Well,um, I'm Matthew Williams but you can just call me Mattie. And I'm the care taker of the house." Alfred grinned. Oh, yea! Everthin' was goin' his way! Or... So he thought. Al figured with a little luck Nico would never find out about Mattie! A knock at the door, and Mattie went to answer the it, when Mattie was pulling back the door, he managed to trip over his own feet in front of the stranger with... What where those? Caterpillars? On his face? "Bloody hell!" he cried when he saw Mattie's soul. Well this was soooo not going well. Epic. Fail.
Yea~ I know this chapp