It was Sunday. Sundays meant that there was nothing to do. Nothing at all. Not even the smallest of things. Poor Alfred was bored out of his mind. So out of boredom he set out to find either Arthur or Mimi. He heads to the kitchen first, and luckily enough, he finds both of them there.

Mimi sat at the kitchen table, vanilla bean ice cream and her laptop sitting in front of her. On the screen was a blank Word Document. Mimi growled at the laptop, moodily sticking the spoon for her ice cream into her mouth.

Arthur was… Well, he was cooking. Great.

"Dude, can I have some ice cream?" Alfred asks as he makes himself known to the other two.

"No." Arthur said as he continued cooking whatever it was he was cooking.

Alfred pouted. "I wasn't asking you." He sat down next to Mimi at the kitchen table. Restating his question, this time making sure that it was obvious who he was asking so that some Brit wouldn't answer.

Without saying anything Mimi pushed the small tub of ice cream towards Alfred.

"Dude, thanks!" Though, sadly, Alfred was not that lucky. Arthur took the ice cream away before Alfred could eat any of it. "Not cool!" And he was back to pouting again. But given who he is it didn't last long before he was over it and looking for something else to do or for someone to bug. Or both. Whatever came first.

Well, at least that's what he was going to do but then someone(Mamamia12347) walks in singing. "IS HE GAY OR EUROPEAN." She then walks over to the three. "Well, is he or not?"

There was a moment of silence.

"Ahem… Uh, well." Arthur said, clearing his throat. "I do believe that the obvious answer here would be European."

"Aw, you're not gay?" Mimi asked, pouting a little.

"No." Arthur answered almost a bit to quickly, his cheeks turning a light pink.

"Well, then prove it! Kiss me [on the lips]… please." The girl that had randomly walked into the house gave a sly smile. "Surely a gentleman can't refuse a lady's request."

"I, um…" He scratched the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact with everyone. "I'm sorry, I can't do that. I'm going to have to refuse."

"…Then are you saying that-" Alfred had started to say but he was cut off by Arthur.

"No! That's not what I'm saying!" Arthur huffed, crossing his arms.

"But then why can't you-?" Again Alfred began and again he was cut off.

"I just can't, you git! Now stop asking questions!"

Mimi turned to address Mamamia12347. "Sorry, but it seems that Arthur isn't going to answer the question properly." And with that Mamamia12347 left.

"Alright, guys, we've got more questions to answer!" Mimi exclaimed, clapping her hands together. "The next set is from an anon."

England: How is Flying Mint Bunny? I want to know!

Arthur smiled at the mention of his fuzzy, flying friend. "Oh, he's good."

Alfred held back his laughter as best he could. He couldn't help it. It was just funny to him how much Arthur's mood would change when it came to the mention of his fairy friends.

America: How can you love McDonalds? That place has the most horrible food on earth. I much rather eat England's cooking.

Arthur grinned triumphantly at Alfred. "Hah! Hear that, Alfred? Someone would rather eat my cooking over your horribly greasy fast food."

"McDonalds has the best food ever! How could you want to eat his cooking? It's, like, not even edible, dude!"

"I'll have you know that my food is edible, you just don't have the taste to appreciate my cooking!"

"I don't think so, dude."

Arthur growled lowly, but decided not to continue the argument any further for it was rather childish.

England: Can you and America kiss at least once… please?

"I'm pretty sure we've already gone through the whole kissing thing already." Arthur said awkwardly.

"Would it hurt to do it again?" Mimi asked in a almost begging sort of way.

"Of course it wouldn't hurt! Come on, dude! It's for the fans, right? It's not like it's gonna kill ya." Alfred said, grinning at the Brit. His answer this time being quite a bit different from the last time they were told to kiss.

"Er… Well, I suppose it wont." Arthur's face had turned a bright red. He looked down at the floor like it was the most interesting thing in the world. "But I'm only doing it for the fans, and that's it! It's not like I like you or anything like that!"

"'Course, dude! Whatever you say." Alfred said with a slight chuckle, but he himself had gone a bit red in the face as well.

Alfred stood up from the kitchen chair he'd been sitting in and went to stand in front of Arthur. They stood there awkwardly for a moment before Alfred decided to close the distance between them, leaning down just enough so that Arthur wouldn't have stand on his toes.

All the while, Mimi sat there holding in a squeal. She patiently waited for the two to break apart, even if only for air. She had to wait a lot longer then she had been expecting. For two people who said that they didn't have any feelings for each other, they sure liked to kiss for long periods of time.

Eventually it was Arthur who broke the kiss. Not so much as for air as it was for the fact that what was happening finally clicked in his head. He quickly pushed Alfred away, turning away from him and mumbling something along the lines of 'bloody git'.

The atmosphere soon became awkward between the two, though not effecting at all for she was still trying not to squeal.

"So, uh.. What's the next question?" Alfred finally asked.

"Hm? Oh, it's…

America: LOVE ENGLAND AND ENGLAND LOVE AMERICA… or else KOL KOL KOL."

That didn't help the atmosphere between the two at all. Arthur shifted awkwardly from foot to foot.

"Let's move on to the next set of questions, shall we?" Mimi asked, looking for a set of questions that help get ride of the awkwardness for the Brit and the Git. "These ones are from rochwen13."

Alfred: Pirates or ninjas? (keeping in mind that Iggy was a pirate) And what's your opinion on British accents?

Alfred thought for a moment. "Hmm, well ninjas are pretty cool, but pirates are pretty awesome as well." He hummed to himself, trying to decide which one to go with. "Pirates. Yeah, defiantly pirates." Then he went to considering the second part of the question. "Didn't I already answer a question about British accents before? Oh well, I guess they're pretty awesome." He grinned over at Arthur, though the Briton refused to even look at him.

Arthur: Do you prefer being called Iggy or Artie?

Arthur didn't have to think about this question at all. "Neither. I'd appreciate it if you didn't call me by either of those names."

"You gotta at least prefer one over the other, dude."

"No. I don't like either of them." Arthur huffed, but then said, "Well, if I had to pick one over the other, then I'd prefer Artie, I suppose."

It's been a while, guys! I'm sorry that it's taken me this long to update. And I really don't have any excuse as to why I didn't update, so uh... Yeah.

Thanks to all of those who have asked questions. I love you guys and your questions. If I haven't gotten to yours yet, don't worry, I will eventually. Question order is done at random, so... Please be patient with me. ^^

So, that seems to be it. I don't know what else to say, really.

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