"Come on dude I promise you'll love him!" America said dragging Emily through the streets. After a week of ignoring him due to the video game incident she had finally agreed to talk to him again. He was taking her to meet a close friend of his, one Arthur Kirkland. He often spoke of Arthur and she was pretty sure she had heard Jessie ramble about him a few days ago after a bad night out drinking but it was hard to tell if it was the right name. That girl could talk a thousand miles a minute of nonsense and not stop. She never had any interest in meeting this mysterious friend of Al's until this friend had managed to get the anti-alcohol preaching girl drunk. Now that took talent.
Alfred dragged his friend into a small cafe. A cloud of a mixture of tea, coffee and pastries filled Emily's nose. She inhaled the mix with joy. She adored the smell of good coffee. Alfred had pulled her out of her daze. Literally he had pulled her over to a small table, that presently had a young man around her age seated at it. She did a quick once over at the man. He had messy blond hair, striking eyes that seemed to be the most beautiful shade of green she had ever seen. He wore beige Khaki pants along with a white button down shirt. She had to admit it she was glad she came, this guy was hot.
"Hey Igg, this is Emily!" The American greeted the man and introduced his companion. If you could call that an introduction. Emily gave a small wave. Arthur's eyes narrowed at the American. "How many times must I tell you not to call me that you bloody idiot!" Emily was taken aback by his comment and tone, to her and supposedly his friend. She glared at the other, his british accent not escaping her ears 'well at least I know now how he got Jessie to drink, the british accent will be the death of her.' "Alfred is not an idiot you jerk!" she spat out. Okay so she had to admit Alfred wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, and he could never seem to read the mood but still that's no reason to call him an idiot in public. Only she could do that. What bothered her was that the American seemed completely unfazed by all of this. "Dude chill its fine." He patted her on the shoulder.
Alfred sat down next to Arthur, Emily followed suit but sat next to Al keeping her distance from the rude Brit. "It isn't very lady like to shout in public areas" He chastised. Who did he think he was! "Oh yeah because yelling and insulting Al back there was such a gentlemanly thing to do" She mocked using a fake posh voice. "Well I never!" Arthur huffed. America looked at England perplexed "You never what? You totally did!" He joked once again not reading the mood properly as his friends bickered back and forth.
The rest of Emily and Arthur's meeting had not gotten any better. Emily had taken a immediately disliking to the englishman and refused to talk to the man for the rest of the afternoon. Alfred had remained oblivious to the mutual dislike of the two and chatted happily as the others glared at one another.
