A/N: So Pewds is now playing Kingdom Hearts. I love that game. I will try and get two chapters in today. Hopefully I do. OH and what do you think flamingos would look like bald? Think about that while you read this. ALSO this is going to be a half and half chapter, where it's Alfred first and then Arthur at the end. 'Kay, time for ya to read; Reese's Piece's

Bzz! Bzz! Bzz! Alfred slowly opens his eyes and grabs the phone. "Who's calling me at this time?" He opens his phone and answers it. "Hello?"

"Yo Al, I'm havin' a party at my house tonight. You should invite Kirkland along."

"Why do I gotta invite him?"

"Because he'll listen to ya; you're the only one he won't try and hit."

"But Mike I really don't think-"

"Just trust me. The guys-er- feel bad about what we've been doin' to him so we wanna apologize."

"Mike, I really don't think-"

"Just do it man. You won't regret it. See you two tonight! Bye!" Click.

Alfred sighs and tosses his phone onto the floor. I better go wake 'im up. He pulls back the covers and hops out of bed, rolling on his heels before heading down the stairs.

He heads over to the couch and lightly shakes the sleeping, now clean, teen. "It's time to wake up Artie."

"Bugger off. And it's Arthur." He swats Alfred's hand away and rolls back over.

I knew this would be difficult. He walks around to the other side of the couch and pulls off Arthur's blanket, exposing his pale, lean, chest.

"Bloody hell Alfred! What was that for?"

He smiles, "it's time to wake up dude. It's already past one."

"Why didn't you wake me up sooner then?"

"I just woke up myself." Alfred gestures to his half-naked body and messed up hair.

"Well then this is all your fault, wanker." He scrunches his nose and looks away from Alfred, his face reddening by the second.

"Then why aren't you mad at me then?" He grabs Arthur by the chin and makes him look at Alfred. "You're not mad, I can tell when you are, Ar-tie."

"Now just hold on a minu-" Arthur is cut off by Alfred's lips and then his smile.

"If you were mad at me then you wouldn't still be in the same room as me."

Arthur purses his lips and then sighs, "I hate it when you're right, you bugger." He removes Alfred's hand from his chin and kisses his forehead.

"Hey Arthur, can I ask ya a question?" Alfred nervously rings his hands.

"What could you possibly want to ask me?"

"Well ya see, I was invited to this party tonight and they said I can bring a guest, so I was wondering if ya wanted ta go with me."

He looks at Arthur and waits for an answer. "You don't gotta if ya don't want to."

"Fine I'll go you insufferable oaf. But do not leave me alone at the party. I don't trust your friends."

"You'll go? That's great dude. We'll leave around 5:30. I'll be in the shower." He turns around and runs up the stairs and into the bathroom.

~Time Skip~ It's now Arthur's POV.

"Alfred I honestly don't know why you insisted on bringing me here. I can already tell from the outside that it is already very crowded with people I don't get along with."

Alfred turns off the car and opens the door, "well I just thought it would be nice for us to come here together." He smiles nervously at Arthur and then gets out of the car.

There is something up with Alfred, but I trust that sod, so I won't pester. He gets out of the car and follows Alfred to the front door.

"Heeyyyy! You two made it! See! I told ya that you could get him to come!"

"You're drunk dude. What are you even talking about?"

Mike blinks and then starts laughing, "I don't even know! Hey! Why don't you and the Brit have something to drink?!" He hands Arthur and Alfred each a cup of something and drags them inside.

About fifteen minutes later, Arthur was on his second cup of what Mike gave him and Alfred was only on his first. "Hey Arthur, I have to go to the other room for a minute. Stay right in this spot. I will be back in 5 minutes. Do not move Kirkland." He walks into the crowd and out of Arthur's sight. I wonder where the 'ell 'e went off to.

"Hey Kirkland!"

Arthur looks up and sees Antonio, Mike, Gilbert, and Berwald standing in front of him. "What the bloody 'ell do you wankers want?"

Mike laughs, "this dude's drunk as hell!"

"Vell vhat do you zhink ve should do?"

"Hn."

"I don't know"

Arthur blinks at the four footballers, "do you guys want my drink?"

"No vay! Not after ze fag touched it!"

Mike elbows Gilbert in the side, "shut up dude. We're going to be nice to him from now on. He Artie, come with me and Antonio for a minute."

"Uhh, sure." He follows the two males to the back porch and stands against the railing. "What did you two want?"

"Well we just wanted to apologize for the way we acted." Antonio slips his arm around Arthur and pulls his jacket off revealing his scarred up arms.

"Hey! What the bloody hell are you-" He takes a step back and falls into Mike.

"We just wanted to apologize for the fact that you're such an emo faggot Arthur." The smile on his face sent chills down Arthur's spine.

"I'm going now." He pulls away and runs down the porch steps and hides in the gazebo in the middle of the yard.

A/N: Bad ending I know. I will put another chapter up soon. I have to work on my project though so it will wait until later. R & R dudes.