"Hey! Look guys! I totally forgot about the video of Arthur yelling that he kissed Alfred." Mimi said, waving a camera in the air as she ran into the living room. "I hope you don't mind, but I posted it online."

"You did what?" A very angry Brit all but screamed.

"I posted the video online." Mimi repeated simply.

"Why the bloody hell would you do that?"

"Because the person who had requested that we tap it doesn't actually have proof if we keep the video to ourselves. For there to be proof other people need to be able to see it."

Arthur couldn't come up with anything to yell back so he settled for storming out of the room, but was stopped by the other American in the house.

"Yo, what's up with all the yellin'?"

"He's mad because I posted the video." Mimi shrugged and sat the camera down next to her laptop on the coffee table.

Alfred mouthed a silent 'ohh'. He then let out a startled 'hey' as he was pushed aside by Arthur.

"Get out of my way, you git." He grumbled as he walked passed him.

"Well then." Alfred huffed, then went over to join Mimi, whom was currently reading through her email. "Soo, what ya reading?"

"Hmn? Oh just more questions. They're so many of them!" She giggled as she read over one. "I'll be right back." Grinning, Mimi stood up and ran to the same place that Arthur had disappeared to. Shortly after she left there was more yelling from said Brit.

"What the bloody hell was that for?"

Alfred could hear Mimi giggling, and she was obviously running back this way since he could hear her quite clearly when she yelled, "Because you hadn't actually answered Mocha MintCocoa's question last time, and because she asked me to!"

Alfred, a bit confused, looked at the computer screen, reading what it had said.

Mimi, please slap England for me. He actually hadn't answered my question last chapter.

So she had slapped Arthur.

Mimi came running back into the room, laughing like a crazy person.

"Hey? Do you want me to answer the rest of this?" Alfred asked once Mimi had stopped laugh a little.

"Huh? Oh, yes, go ahead."

Moving on… It's for America. If somehow, England is hated by the entire world, would you be the one who wouldn't, even if it means losing your friends?

"Of course! Because I'm the hero, and that's what heroes do!" He grinned, then added. "I could never really hate him anyways."

"Awww, that's so sweet, Al."

"Hey, can I answer some more?"

"Knock yourself out!"

"Alright!" He began searching through the emails for questions that he could answer. "Here's one from Hotaru-Naichingeru;

America, have you ever had Texas, (Glasses,) smashed into your face? I have before, so now there's a scar on my nose.

"Actually, yes I have." He adjusted his glasses. "It was Artie who did it too. Hurt like hell."

Mimi poked at her own glasses. "I've had that happen too…"

Alfred continued looking through the questions until he came across one that really caught his attention. It was from MoMoPocky and it read

AMERICA! QUICK, TAKE YOUR SHIRT OFF! THE FATE OF MY SANITY HANGS IN THE BALANCE! Pleeeeeeeease? *innocent pleading non-pervy fangirl face* I'd appreciate it…

"Well if you insist." He said simply then began taking off his shirt.

"Oi! What the hell is going on here?" Arthur yelled as he walked in just as Alfred had taken off his shirt. He has horrid timing, doesn't he?

"Oh, hey Artie!" He grinned, waving over at the Brit.

"Would you care to explain what is going on?" Arthur asked again.

"MoMoPocky told me to take off my shirt."

"You git, you don't have to do everything everyone tells you to do."

"But-"

"Put your shirt back on."

"…Alright." Alfred did as he was told, and put his shirt back on.

Hmmn, just a short thing with mostly Alfred. I really like Al, he's fun~ :3

Oh, and return of the video! I really wish I actually had video proof of that happening, but I don't... Maybe I'll draw it or something at some point.

So, anyways, thanks to Mocha MintCocoa, Hotaru-Naichingeru, and MoMoPocky for your questions.

That's it for now~ See ya~