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Sorry it's taken so long, Nansij has been a little drunk, like all the time… No but we've been busy/lazy… Sorry
Disclaimer: We don't own hetalia.
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How am I going to get this wanker off?!
"Alfred, let go of me." Arthur growled.
"Nope!" Alfred tighten his grip around the smaller Brit.
"If you don't let go of me, I will... I will lick your arm!" Arthur warned, and waited for Alfred to let go. Unfortunately for Arthur he didn't, so got ready to lick his arm by sticking his tongue out. Am I seriously so stubborn that I will lick his arm if he doesn't let go of me?!... oh well, I guess I am. Arthur licked the arm that was holding him, which was pulled quickly away followed by a loud shriek.
"OMG! Did you just lick me?!" Alfred was now sitting on the very edge of the couch, cradling his arm.
"Yes. I very well did."
Alfred was totally flabbergasted. He hadn't expected Arthur to actually do that. "...Why?"
"I warned you, and you didn't listen." Arthur crossed his arms stubbornly.
"That's disgusting, bra!"
"I'm not some piece of clothing, women use to hold their breasts."
Alfred cocked an eyebrow. "You are what I tell you to be until this bet is over!" Alfred smirked.
"Fine..." Fuck you! I'm so going to get you back for this, once this bloody bet is over.
Arthur got an idea and smirked. "If i'm a bra, should I hold your man-boobs then? I believe they need some extra support."
Alfred stood up, with a very serious look on his face. He looked down at Arthur, let out a strangled cry and instantly tears started running down his face. Alfred ran upstairs with his arms trailing behind, over dramatically. He then proceeded to lock himself in his room, and sat down hugging his beloved captain america plushie. "I'm not fat. I'm just big-boned! Arthur doesn't know what he's talking about!" Alfred said to 'Plushie cap' america', whilst trying to reassure himself.
Arthur was flabbergasted. What the freaking hell just happened?! He turned off the stupid horror movie, that they had watched half of, and went upstairs after Alfred.
"Alfred?" Arthur knocked on the door carefully, but no answer came. He slowly tried to open it, but it seemed to be locked. "Alfred, please open the door." No answer again. "Alfred!"... "Look I'm... I'm sorry, okay?" The door swung open to reveal Alfred, with tears running down his face.
Arthur was shocked that what he had said, had made him this upset. Arthur the noticed that Alfred was smirking.
"What did ya say?"Arthur shot a glare at Alfred.
"S-Sorry..."
"Whaaaaaaa? I can't hear you"
"I'M SORRY OKAY?!"Alfred smiled and threw his arms around the smaller brit. I'm bloody sorry...
"It's okay Artie, I forgive you... But my manly-boobs are still bitchy." Alfred teased.
Arthur stifled a yawn. "Can we go to bed now, please? Alfred, i'm knackered."
"Hmm... okay!" Alfred let Arthur free, of his iron grip.
Arthur dusted some imaginary dust of his clothes. "Good. Now where can I sleep? The couch, or the floor, or what?"
Alfred gasped. "No lord eyebrows! You cant sleep on something as dirty as the floor or the sofa. You know what? You can sleep in the comfy bed with me!" Alfred walked over and patted his California king sized bed. "In case the creepy ghost woman girl thingy comes to kill me." He mumbled quietly under his breath.
"Alfred. Do you seriously expect me to sleep with you, in that bed?" Arthur asked sceptically.
"It's big enough. It's California king sized. That's the biggest size in the whole wooooorld! We could fit..." Alfred didn't wait for Arthur to answer, he just went into his bathroom, so he could change into his nightclothes. When he walked out, he only had his jogging pants on, as he slept without a t-shirt. Holy shit. I never knew he was that fit. Look at that it's like an everywhere-pack. Alfred looked over at Arthur who was still standing in the same place as before Alfred got changed. "Errr... aren't ya gonna change Artie?" He asked befuddled.
"Change? What do you except me to change into? I have no clothes with me." Arthur was starting to get grumpy.
Alfred ran over to his wardrobe and grabbed an old t-shirt of his, which happened to have 'I 3 Florida' on it. He gave it to Arthur, "Here wear this, it's new-ish, I bought it on my last vacation."
Arthur took the shirt, and stared at Alfred who was staring back, "What are you looking at? Turn around so that I can change!" Arthur blushed.
Alfred shrugged, and turned around, as he was told to. "Are ya done yet?" He asked a few moments later.
"Alfred...? This... this is way too big. Do you have something smaller?"
Alfred turned around, "No, all my clothing is my size."
"Do you think you happen to have any pants?" Arthurs face got a shade darker.
"NO!- eh I mean. I- don't think they'll fit you..."
"I... You're probably right... but then I have to sleep without pants?"
"Ye. I... Guess."
Arthur sighed. "At least I have my boxers."
Sorry for the abrupt stop, more is coming, and quicker then normal.
UNTIL NEXT TIME!
