"Hey, what's going on?" he asked, noticing the two were red up to their ears. They silently pointed to the door. Alfred pressed his ear to the door, before pulling away abruptly.
"What the-That's it!" He kicked the door down angrily, pulling out a gun as well. Instead of what one might have expected (Although they were indeed on the bed), Alfred stood before a more innocent scene that he had expected. There was no naked couple doing irresponsible things, no, what was there was a sick daughter being massaged on her shoulders by a certain 2p. Well, that was until 2p Italy instinctively reacted and threw one of his knives at his head.
"Ugh!" He barely avoided being hit by those, using his pistol as shield.
"Eek! D-Dad?!" A clothed Mary shrieked as she sat up in her bed, not understanding what had happened.
"Oh, it's you." 2p Italy didn't apologize for the rushed action.
Alfred was shuddering, lowering his pistol after removing the knife.
"What was that for?" He yelled, looking at the large cut in the gun. "You could have killed me!"
2p Italy rolled his eyes. "Who was the one who kicked down the door and pointed a gun at me?" he replied calmly. Alfred bit his lip, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.
"It sounded kind of like...well...it was their fault!" he finally said, pointing to the two perverts in the hallway, who shook their heads quickly.
"Non, je ne sais pas ce que il dit!" France denied having anything to do with this right away.
"I didn't do anything!" Gilbert followed his example.
"W-Why are they naked?!" Mary covered her eyes from the scene. I she was lucky she might not remember this in the morning.
"What did it sound like?" Alfred flinched when 2p Italy raised his eyebrows and questioned him that, "I didn't know that you had a perverted mind, idiot."
"I can't help it! It sounded weird!" Alfred retorted, blushing. "Maybe kind of familiar..."
Mary looked up at him, smirking. "Like what you do with Uncle Artie?" she asked.
"Exactly!" Alfred said, nodding. His nodding abruptly stopped when he realized what she said.
"W-W-What!? No way!" He said, shaking his head. "I'd never do anything like that!
"Why are you making so much noise, wankers?!" Arthur yelled, half asleep, head looking outside his room, "I can't sleep with you making so much noise!" He started to approach the group, grumbling and rubbing his eyes. Alfred stuttered and wished he disappeared in that instant.
"Speaking of the devil!" Gilbert grinned and exchanged a look with Francis, who nodded in return and ran in his direction.
"We were just talking about you, mon ami! Honhonhon~ Glad you came!" He hurried him by pushing him.
"H-Hey! What are you doing, frog?!" Arthur exclaimed.
"We were just wondering about something..." Gilbert explained standing up. Mary hid behind 2p Italy, who was focusing on their heads and nothing else.
"Wondering about what wanker?" Arthur asked, looking around.
"What exactly do you do with Alfie here at night, and does it sound like this?" The two perverts immediately started imitating Mary, adding extra noises and substituting 'Alfred' for 'Feli'. Mary blushed red with embarrassment, immediately realizing why her dad was so mad. Arthur made a choking sound, realizing how exposed they were, what they were doing and what they were implying. His face grew hotter and redder, "W-What?! You guys are sick!" Arthur retreated, resembling a tomato.
"S-Stop it! I didn't meant what I said back there!" Alfred wacked them in the heads, also flushed, "Go to dress yourselves!"
"Better yet, why don't you start running now?" The aura that 2p Italy was emitting was extremely intimadating, "Using my name in such a perverted act... You do wish to die."
"But it was a good imitation no?" France said, grinning as he nudged Prussia.
"Besides, we didn't use your name, we used Alfred's!" Prussia chuckled, shaking his head. "Though she sure fooled us! I though you were really doing the awesome deed!" Alfred barely restrained the urge to hit them again, only because he noticed that Arthur looked like he was about to pass out. He slowly walked over to him, hoping he could calm him down.
"They...You...Wanted...Bloody..." Arthur sputtered words randomly and without ending the sentences.
"...I wonder if you would still grin like that when I end with you..." 2p Italy had a torture plan for them. His eyes sparkled a bit in anticipation as the two realized that they were in trouble.
"Um...we...no thanks!" France and Prussia said, hurriedly backing out of the room.
"Cowards." He muttered as he saw them got away, running.
"You are scary when you do that. I would have run too." Mary commented from the bed.
2p Italy huffed, "Anyway, we seem to have a problem over here..." He looked at the Brit, who was being slapped lightly by Alfred. Arthur was completely unresponsive, his eyes held a dazed expression as he stared at nothing.
"Uh oh. Dad, look what you did." Mary said, watching with interest.
"Me? This was your fault!" He replied, trying to get Arthur to respond.
"Actually it was France and Prussia's..." She said quietly.
"Hmm... Now, what?" 2p Italy observed with interest, sitting on the floor.
"I don't know... I can't think well now... I don't have any ideas..." Mary responded, holding her head because of the headache.
"Artie? Artie?" Alfred slapped a little more harder now.
"Um... Dad? That's not helping..." Mary commented.
"Did you eat the soup I made you?" Alfred asked, stopping his slapping long enough to frown at her.
"No...I feel too tired to eat...and my head hurts." She replied, yawning.
"Your lover looks like he's going to-" 2p Italy started, but stopped when Arthur fell to the ground. "Never mind."
"Hey Dad, why don't you kiss him?" Mary suggested, resting her chin on her hand.
"What? No!" Alfred flushed darker than ever in life, "That was the reason why he's like this in the first place!"
No, he's like this because of Prussia and France." Mary replied.
Alfred swallowed, "Are you sure this is necessary?"
"Just hurry up and kiss him, idiot." 2p Italy spat, "I am going outside. I am not watching this." He walked out of the room.
"Eh?! How mean of him to just leave like that..." Mary pouted, "Well, dad, what are you waiting for? Kiss him already!" Alfred didn't move.
"It's more embarrassing with you watching!" He avoided eye contact as he put Arthur on his lap.
"Fine, I don't want to watch anyway." Mary said, laying down and facing the wall. "Make it quick already! My headache is back and you're in my room!"
"I'm going as fast as possible, okay?" Alfred said, looking down at Arthur, who stared at the ceiling blankly. Taking a deep breath and letting it out, Alfred pressed his lips to Arthur's. The Brit was still for several seconds after Alfred pulled away, before jeriking into a sitting up position.
"Wha-What are you doing wanker!?" he shrieked, before Alfred clamped a hand over his mouth.
"Artie, quiet down please." Mary moaned from her bed. The sound of muffled shouting continued to give her a headache for a bit more until they were out of the room, Arthur twitching and kicking the air. Alfred actually had to endure being bit and licked on, the last resources of Arthur to speak up his thoughts on what just happened. He put a disgusted face before confronting 2p Italy in hallway. There were no words exchanged, instead they went on with their business: 2p Italy re entered the room and Alfred dragged Arthur to the living room. Once he was far away enough for the guests not to hear any screaming, Alfred took out his hand off Arthur's face and allowed him to stand.
"Eww, Artie! What was all that licking for?!" Alfred cleaned himself using his clothes. Arthur made a disgruntled face, wiping his mouth.
"I was desperate wanker! You didn't move your hand so I was...just trying to make you let go! Why the heck did you kiss me?" He blurted out, face bright red. Alfred blinked, before rubbing his head sheepishly.
"I didn't know what to do Artie! You looked like you were on the verge of death, and Feliciano and Mary told me to do it!" Arthur stopped at this, turning a gleaming eye on him.
"So, you listened to those two morons?" He growled out.
"Yeah, I did and you reacted, so they must have been right!" Alfred grinned slightly before looking at Arthur's expression, "Why the long face, dude?"
"You kissed me for no good reason!" Arthur said, clenching his fists. "That was my first kiss wanker! And you just kissed me to wake me up! I'm not some princess!"
"What? Of course I had a good reason! You just stared blankly at the wall, dude! It was freaky!" Alfred answered looking down, "I was worried! It wasn't because I thought you were a princess..." He bit his lip.
Arthur looked up at him, before sighing.
"I'm not mad, not really...it was just weird...I don't know what I'm feeling." he said finally, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Thank you for helping me Alfred..."
Alfred instantly recovered, "Sure, dude! I will help you out anytime! I'll even kiss you again if I need to! ...But next time, brush your teeth properly, dude... You have bad breath..." He wrinkled his nose.
Arthur grabbed Alfred's shirt in his hands, glaring at him. "How dare you even insinuate that!" he yelled glaring at him. "I don't brush my teeth till I wake up, but you kissed me before I could! Anyway, it's too early to be awake!"
"Wow, got it, got it! Don't breath on me dude, it stinks a lot!" He got away easily, pinching his nose, "Hmm... Now, that you mention it... It is! Man, I never got the time to sleep well..." He yawned widely.
"I'm going to strangle you! You tasted like hamburgers!" Arthur said, blushing and glaring simultaneously. "If that's the case, then go to sleep! Why are you awake anyway?"
"Of course I would taste like that! I had one just now!" Alfred laughed and then settled for the easier answer." Hmm... What was I doing? Hm..." He grabbed his chin, faking thinking about it. After a while he snapped his fingers and then opened his mouth, finger raised, as if it just occurred to him, "...I must have forgotten! Because I don't remember! HAHAHA!" It was way too late to be explaining all that stuff.
Arthur frowned at him, before face palming. "I thought I did a good of raising you, I really did...where did I go wrong?" He murmured to himself, shaking his head.
"Hm? Did ya say something, dude?" Alfred titled his head, curiously, like he didn't heard him.
"Nothing! Nothing at all! Just tired I guess..." Arthur said, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Oh, okay then! Let's go to sleep!" His arm surrounded Arthur as he walked for the two of them, Arthur's legs being dragged in the meantime, "Honestly, dude. I was your first kiss? Man, that's sad!" He laughed again.
Arthur stared at the ground, clenching his fists.
"I'm sorry I don't have people lining up to kiss me like you do." he muttered, letting himself be dragged. "At least I remembered to feed my charge. Unlike someone, who is depending on someone else to take care of her."
That touched a nerve: he twitched slightly and his steps turned louder, "Well, at the time you seemed more important! And I have to trust that that guy will take care of her well enough..." He grumbled, "Anyway, Arthur, cheer up! It was my first kiss also! I was only saying that, being the old man you are, it seemed sad that after all this years just now you got your first kiss, dude!"
"I'm sorry...I shouldn't have said that stuff." Arthur said, sighing. "And I am glad that you think I'm important. Just quit it with with teasing okay? And I hadn't found anyone I'd wanted to kiss...so of course I haven't kissed anyone...though I'm surprised you haven't."
"Nah, it's cool! Don't think about that!" Alfred cheered, "And if I don't tease you then I'll get bored! It's always fun to tease you, old man! Being so grumpy, I love your reactions!" The American chuckled, "Hm... I guess I also didn't find the one, but I still have time, right?" He smiled brightly at him.
Arthur looked up at him, before looking back down at the ground. "I'm sure you will. Besides, it's just as easy to tease you." he said, chuckling to himself.
"Eh?! What do you mean by that?" He ruffled his hair teasingly, grinning.
"All I have to do is insult hamburgers or heroes and you blow." Arthur said, smirking.
"What do you mean, Artie? Nobody can insult heroes or hamburgers, they are just that awesome!" He grinned from ear to ear, convinced of what he was saying.
"Exactly, which makes it so easy to insult you. And yes, I'm sure they are awesome." Arthur said, nodding.
"Huh?" Alfred put a hand around his ear and got closer to Arthur's face, "Did I hear right? You are saying that hamburgers are awesome? Wohoo! It was about time you accepted that!" He celebrated ruffling England's hair even more than before, "But... Dude, a question: ... Why did you say that in that letter thingy? Were you being like... What was the japanese word...?" He scratched his temples, looking up with narrowed eyes, "'Tsundere', was it?"
"They taste nowhere as good as my cooking Alfred." England said, batting the hand away. "And I'm not tsundere! Why would you ever think that?""
"... That's why all the world says that you don't have any sense of taste!" Alfred gagged, "I am surprised that you can even eat those... 'Scones'... And yes you are! Just admit you love me, dude!"
"What!? My scones tast fine, just ask...um...my brothers, yes!" Arthur replied. "I am not tsundere, and I'm not going to admit anything."
"Haha! You look like a tomato now!" Alfred laughed at Arthur's face.
"S-shut up!" Arthur said, trying to hide his face.
"Aww~ He's embarrassed!" Alfred continued to tease him.
"I am embarrassed! You don't say that to someone else, unless you're Antonio." Arthur said.
"Um, what?" Alfred turned to look at him, "Man, the lack of sleep must be afecting you..."
"What are you going on about now?" Arthur asked, giving him an annoyed look.
"You are acting strange..." Alfred locked his eyes with his. "Do you feel good?" He touched his forehead, checking if he had a fever.
Arthur jerked away, looking down at the ground. "I-I feel just fine thank you."
"That's what I was talking about! You are thanking me way too much, dude! What did you do to the original Artie and who are you?!" Alfred posed like a ninja again.
Arthur glared at him. "He's probably back in the room sleeping! Where I should be instead of standing around with a ninja!"
"I was just kidding! That's the Artie I know!" Alfred raised both hands to admit surrender, "Let's just go to sleep!"
"Yes, we should be going to sleep." Arthur growled out.
"Bye then." Alfred waved and went upstairs, "Have a good night's rest!"
"Good night." Arthur said, before going to his own room. "Not much of a rest now."
"Of course not! Why, you are going to think all night about him, Iggy!" His counterpart chirped from his bed.
"What the bloody hell are you doing here?!" Arthur jumped.
"I was just taking a nap Iggy, when I happened to hear your conversation." 2p Arthur said, grinning up at him. "Aren't you going to tell awesome Alfie how you feel?"
"I don't feel anything, you bloody wanker! And get out of my bed!" He stomped towards it, grabbing the pillow his 2p was resting on, "I have to bloody sleep now, but I can't if you don't move!"
"Iggy's a liar, and a pillow-stealer!" The 2p quipped, grabbing as much of the blanket as he could. "Everyone knows you like him, so just tell him and get it over with!"
"What the hell are you talking about?!" His face looked about to explode, "Get the bloody hell out of my bed! The least I need is my counterpart telling me that!" He pulled the blanket, in a feeble attempt to recover it.
"You were happy that he kissed you Iggy~ though I assume you were staring at the ceiling because you were having some kind of fantasy about him as usual." 2p Arthur said, holding the blanket away. "Go climb into Alfie's bed, this blanket is mine!"
"I-I wasn't! And I won't!" He denied immediately, "How do you know that?! You were looking in when that happened, you sick git?!"
"Who me? Never! I just listened to Prussia and Francis talk as they ran by." He said, grinning up at him. "Now go on, before Alfred takes the whole bed up."
"I am going to MY bed, thank you very much!" He let himself fall onto his bed, on his counterpart in purpose," Good night, git!"
2p Arthur shoved the other off of him. "Alfie would get mad if I told him you slept with me~ and I was unwilling."
"Oh, sod off!" Arthur got comfortable in his side of his bed, "He wouldn't care any less! And you are me! Shut up, I need to sleep!"
"I feel bad for awesome Alfie~ he does all this and you're still so insensitive." 2p Arthur muttered. "Oh well, at least Ivan can get to him easily now."
Arthur froze, "What did you just say?"
2p Arthur waved his hand casually. "I heard your crazy Russian has his eyes on awesome Alfie. But hey, who cares?"
"That's not possible, they hate each other, git." Arthur closed his eyes, "Stop sputtering nonsense and let me sleep."
"They seemed quite chummy to me...and from what I've heard, Ivan doesn't take no for an answer." 2p Arthur yawned. "And snow doesn't stop him...and he likes to climb in windows...early in the morning."
Arthur turned to face him, "They are not chummy at all" He frowned, "They would rip each others throuts if you put them in the same room, wanker. Your definition of chummy makes me shiver... Wait a second... You actually want me to believe that?" He stared eyed-wide at his smiling face.
"Hmm~ believe me or not, that's your choice Iggy." He replied, chuckling. "But even China can give testament to the facts. Just don't say I didn't warn you."
Arthur raised his eyebrows, "Do you actually hump your America in your world?" Mentally, he was trembling in horror at the image formed in his head.
2p Arthur waggled his eyebrows at his counterpart. "Well what do you think Iggy?" he asked, smirking.
"I am so disgusted right now..." The original wrinkled his nose.
2p Arthur chuckled. "And there go your dirty fantasies again."
"Then don't put those in my mind!" He retorted, shifting his position to the other side.
"You asked~ Just do yourself a favor and make them reality." 2p Arthur said, jabbing his counterpart in the ribs.
"You are noisy! ... Get out of my bed!" He started kicking him out.
"No way! You get out of my bed!" He retorted, hanging onto the bedframe.
"This is ridiculous!" Arthur shouted, enraged, "This is my bed, you are just the crazed madman who stole it!"
"If you leave it's up for grabs! Get your own bed Iggy!" 2p Arthur shouted back.
The racket made the neighbor slam his fist angrily against the wall. They could even hear their yelling, loud enough to be heard through the walls. Arthur stopped for a minute to hear better, giving 2p Arthur the chance to throw him out of the bed.
"Ack! You bloody git!" Arthur rubbed his sore butt, glaring at the 2p.
2p Arthur grinned down at him, before listening intently to their neighbor. "It appears Mexico doesn't appreciate how loud you are." he said, smirking at him. "Why don't you find another room Iggy?"
"Why don't you find another room?!" He jumped on him and tried chocking him unsuccessfully.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the wall Mexico kept banging it in anger, only doing it more loudly once she heard struggling in the other room.
"Why won't you shut up, ¡¿loco?!" She yelled, waking up the other residents in the room.
Brazil was the first to sit up, looking around in surprise before he heard the noises next door.
"Mexico, what are they doing?" he asked, as Antonio sat up as well.
"Aye, quiet down Arturo!" he yelled, rubbing his eyes. "It's too early in the morning for this!"
2p Arthur grinned up at Arthur, before grabbing a pillow and whacking him over the head with it.
"Pillow fight!" he yelled, smacking him again.
"What the hell?!" Was Arthur's response before he attacked him with his own, "I am in no mood for a pillow fight!"
"But you are really good at it!" He hit him once again.
"Why won't he listen?!" Mexico yelled impatiently.
"Um, maybe he can't hear you?" Antonio suggested, honestly hoping that that would placate her.
"There is no way that he can't! That's it I am going to teach him not to wake people in the middle of the night!" She stomped out of the door.
Antonio and Brazil exchanged looks and followed her.
"Bloody wanker!" Arthur yelled, smacking his counterpart over the head. The 2p shook it off before whacking him back. The two continued at it, not noticing when Mexico kicked the door in.
"You pair of idiots are dead!" she yelled, about to rush over. An arm slipped around her waist, barely stopping her.
"Calm down, Alfred doesn't want his lover dead!" Brazil said, trying to keep her from reaching them.
"What lover?" Spain asked, honestly oblivious of who he was referring to.
Brazil rolled his eyes, "Never mind."
"Just let me punch them a bit! I will be content with just that!" Mexico scratched his arms, trying to reach the two pillow-fighters.
"I said no!" Brazil said, restraining her.
2p England was thrown against the floor, upside down when he noticed them, "Oh? Hi~ Do you want to join us?" He grinned.
Brazil gave him a confused look. "Join your lovers spat?"
"Hell no!" Arthur yelled, smacking his counterpart.
"The pillow fight of course!" 2p Arthur said cheerfully.
"I will!" Antonio said, raising his hand.
"Then come on over and smack him!" The 2p gestured to Arthur.
"Está bien~" He grabbed a random pillow and walked over Arthur, who continued to smack his counterpart furiously without him really caring, "Hey Inglaterra!" Spain cheered and whacked right in face when he looked up, "This is fun!" Antonio chuckled.
"I heard that he is still holding a grudge for the victory over his 'Armada Invencible'. I wonder if it is still true?" Mexico stared as Spain attacked Arthur mercilessly. The battle had began for the two.
