Mimi sat at the kitchen table and opened her little laptop, bringing up her email. Scrolling through a few emails, she found one that caught her interest. Reading it, she about burst with joy.

"GUYS! Get your arses down here!" She yelled, calling Alfred and Arthur down to join her.

"Dude! What is it?" Alfred asked, running into the room. "Whatever it is, I swear it wasn't my fault!" He said rapidly, looking like a child who had just gotten in trouble for breaking something he shouldn't have been playing with to begin with.

Mimi gave him a confused look, then an accusing one. She was about to start questioning Alfred, but changed her mind, turning her attention back to the email.

"Look! We've got questions!" She pointed at the screen, bouncing in her chair.

"What is with all the bloody yelling?" Arthur asked, walking up next to the two, annoyed with all the noise the two were making.

"We have our first questions, Artie." Mimi said again, smiling at Arthur.

Arthur groaned at the use of the nickname. "My name is Arthur." He corrected Mimi, making his irritation clear.

"I know that, silly." She laughed at the nasty look Arthur was giving her. Humming, she started reading from the email. "Intricate-bindings asks;

1. Mimi: would you rather marry Arthur or Alfred? (If Alfred is picked, pleasemake sure England is tied to a chair in advance. We do not want bloodshedhere.)

Mimi blinked, and blushed a light pink. "I, uh…" She sat there, comparing the two in her mind, contemplating on whom she'd rather marry. "I suppose I would rather marry Arthur." She finally decided, her blush deepening.

Alfred pouted, upset that Arthur had been chosen over him. Arthur, on the hand, was blushing lightly.

"Alright, next question!" Mimi went back to looking at the email and read off the next question.

"2. Alfred: Do you fantasize about England's eyebrows?"

Trying very hard not to laugh, Mimi turned to Alfred. "Well, Alfred. Do you?"

Now it was Alfred's turn to go a bit red in the face. "N-no! I do not fantasize about his eyebrows!" He said, shaking his head. "Have you seen 'em? They're all bushy 'n stuff, dude!"

Arthur whacked Alfred over the head, muttering something along the lines of him being a git.

"Dude, not cool!" Alfred yelled, rubbing the spot where Arthur had hit him.

Mimi snickered, and read off the last question.

"3. Arthur: May you please explain why on earth you won't make out with Alfredin the anime? Plus: Do you trim your eyebrows?"

"Yes, Arthur. Why don't you make out with Alfred in the anime?" Mimi asked, smirking at Arthur, waiting for him to answer the question.

Arthur's face was quiet red. Whether he was angry or embarrassed, I'll leave that up to you to decide. He crossed his arms. "This is stupid. I don't even know why I agreed to do this with you." He then turned to leave, only to be stopped by both Alfred and Mimi.

"No way, dude! You already agreed to do this. You gotta answer the question." Alfred stated, blocking the pathway leading out of the room.

"It's not 'gotta', you git. It's 'got to'." Arthur corrected Alfred, trying to get around him.

"Come on, just answer the question!" Mimi said, pouting. Alfred soon joined in on pouting, the two Americans giving the Brit their best 'kicked puppy' look.

Seeing no way out of it, Arthur gave in with a sigh. "Fine, I'll answer the question." He huffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "The reason why I wont make out with Alfred in the anime is because I have no reason to do so." He looked at the two. "Are you satisfied?"

"There's more to the question, Artie." Mimi pointed out, giggling. "They also want to know if you trim your eyebrows."

"Of course he doesn't!" Alfred said, answering the question for Arthur. "Do these eyebrows look trimmed to you?" He asked, pointing to Arthur's eyebrows.

Arthur glared at Alfred, swatting his hand away. "It's rude to point, Alfred. And don't go making assumptions about what I do and don't do!"

Alfred only laughed, running off to some other part of the house, Arthur trailing behind him yelling profanities at the American. Mimi, upon being left in the kitchen alone, proceeded to start cooking, figuring that Alfred would be complaining about be hungry in only a matter of minutes.

The first questions! Answered! Woo! Thank intricate-bindings, and all the others who sent in questions. Don't worry, I'll get to them soon! ^-^ I hope you enjoyed this silly thing. Sorry for any mistakes and what not. I'm only American after all~ ;)

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