It was 7:40 A.M. Mimi ran through the house, cursing as she gathered up her coat and car keys. "Shit! I'm going to be late!"

"Hey, what are you in such a hurry for?" Arthur, who had been up since 6, asked, watching her frantically search the room.

"I'm going to be late for school, dude! I've got less then ten minutes to get to class, and I can't find my book bag." This was followed by a long string of curses. "Agh! Whatever! See ya later, Arthur!" She said, giving up on finding her bag and running out of the house.

With Mimi gone and Alfred still sleeping, Arthur decided to take advantage of this time. He sat down with a book he'd been wanting to read for quite some time, but he didn't get to far into it because within minutes of starting his book Alfred came in to see what all the noise was. He was still dressed in his pajamas and his hair was messy.

"Hey Artie, what was with all the noise going on out here?" He asked, stretching and yawning.

Shrugging his shoulders and not even looking up from his book, Arthur informed Alfred that Mimi had been running late for school.

"So, what are we going to do while she's gone?" Alfred asked, bored already after only being up for less then a few minutes.

Arthur didn't answer him, instead he continued to read his book, hoping that if he ignored the American he'd go away. But there was no such luck.

"Dude, don't tell me you're just going to sit there and read all day." Alfred whined.

"And why can't I?" Arthur asked, looking up from his book to look at Alfred.

"Because that's boring!" As Arthur was about to disagree with Alfred, and tell him that reading was not boring in the least bit, Alfred spotted Mimi's laptop and got an idea. "I know what we can do!" He said, picking up said laptop and sitting next to Arthur.

"Alfred, you can't just take her laptop and use it. That's invasion of privacy."

"Nah, she wont mind." He hit the on button on the computer and waited for it to load. "Don't you want to know if there are more questions for us?"

"Well- No! I don't want to know." Arthur put his book down, and though he'd said he didn't want to know, he ended up leaning over to look at the computer screen as Alfred pulled up Mimi's email.

"It's a good thing she keeps everything logged in." Alfred said, laughing.

"You git, we really shouldn't be doing this." Arthur said, trying to change the other's mind about checking for questions.

"Look!" Alfred ignored Arthur's attempts at getting him to change his mind, and brought up and email containing questions for the two of the. "Let's answer these ones."

Arthur sighed, giving up. "Fine."

"Alright! BeyondTheClouds asks;

Um, England, how do you feel about all the yaoi pictures of youholding Spain in chains in a very suggestive manner?-is not a yaoi fangirl- It irks me…"

"Th-there are pictures of such a thing?" Arthur asked, face going red. He shook his head. "To answer the question, I feel that that is very inappropriate, and that nothing of the sort has ever or will ever occur." He said quickly, then wanting to change the subject he asked, "What else does it say?"

"Hmn…

England, have you ever slapped a horse on the ass and got slapped on the face?"

Alfred laughed. "Haha, so has that ever happened, Artie?"

"Don't call me Artie, and no, that has never happened." Arthur said flatly. "Now let me see that laptop." He took the laptop away from Alfred and read off the next question.

"America, have you ever considered dressing in a punk style."

"Actually, I have thought about that once." Alfred stated, think back to the time he had tried to dress as such. "But, I think I'll leave that sort of thing to Artie. It look better on him anyways." He said, grinning.

Mumbling to himself about Alfred being a bloody wanker, Arthur thought about hitting him over the head, but decided not to and handed the laptop back over to the American.

"England, why is it your so short?" Was the next question to be read off of the email.

"I'm not bloody short!" Arthur yelled, offended by the comment on his height. "175 cm is a perfectly fine height!" He crossed his arms, sulking about being called short.

"You're short compared to me." Alfred commented, only making the Brit even more mad.

"Yeah, well, no one asked you!" He took the laptop from Alfred yet again and read off the next question.

"America, are big macs as really good as everyone says? -Is American and lives five minutes from Mc Donalds yet has never eaten a big mac-"

"Dude, Big Macs are amazing!" Alfred exclaimed. "I suggest that you try one sometime." Grinning, he read off the last question from the email.

"England, which came first, the chicken or the egg? My answer. YES. Because there is a process that is formed everything you have a chicken or the egg, and I've been hanging around way to many dudes, and frankly I really wish I weren't this perverted."

Arthur rolled his eyes. "Obviously the egg if you think on logical terms."

Alfred looked at Arthur confused. "How does the egg come first?"

"Because, Alfred, the egg would hold the mutation which would be the chicken, but this egg with it's mutation would have been laid by pheasant perhaps some 100,000 years ago."

"Ohh…"

Yay~ This one took me almost all day to finish. -.- I kept getting interrupted. Ahem~ But thank's to BeyondTheClouds for your questions. They were quite amusing for me to read, as was the rest of what you wrote. x3

Oh, wait, one thing before I end this. I would like to point out that swears are censored when I receive them in the reviews. I'll try my best to fill in the right ones, but I can't make any promises I'll get them right. ^^;

I think that's all... Bye~ :3