Here is a super special awesome update for you guys! Let's get started shall we~?

Mimi stood there in the entry way, tapping her foot, eye twitching. She was not happy with what she saw, not happy at all. The house was a total disaster area!

"I leave for a few hours…" She didn't even bother finishing her sentence. Stepping over various objects, she carefully made her way through the entry way and into the living, searching for the two who were more than likely the cause of this mess. "What in God's name did you guys do?" She yelled when she spotted the two blonds she was looking for.

"Well, you see, me and Artie-" Alfred began to explain but he was interrupted by Arthur, who could not let Alfred's bad grammar go uncorrected along with the use of that dreadful nickname.

"It's 'Arthur and I'."

"Yeah, whatever. Anyways we-" He was interrupted once again but this time by Mimi.

"You know what, I really don't want to know." She glanced around the room. "Just… Clean it all up… Now." And with that she left for the kitchen.

Alfred sighed. "This is your fault. If you would have just let me-"

"Don't you dare go blaming this on me!" Arthur snarled, glaring at Alfred. "Now, shut up and help me clean."

With a pout, Alfred begrudgingly helped Arthur clean the room. It didn't take them too long to get it all cleaned. When finished they went into the kitchen to find Mimi sitting there, staring intently at her laptop.

"What are you doing?" Alfred asked, sitting down next to her.

Mimi simply hummed before giving her answer. "Reading some of these questions for you guys… You two are going to have to answer a lot this time, they're so many of them!"

"Alright! Bring it on!" Alfred exclaimed, while Arthur simply nodded in agreement.

"Mkay, first one's from randomgurl567."

England: Why does everyone say that your cooking is horrible? Also, why is it that you are the only nation that can see Flying Mint Bunny? He is obviously right there!

Arthur shrugged. "I haven't a clue why they all say that, my cooking is perfectly fine. They're all just wankers anyways."

"Dude, I think you're in denial about your cooking." Alfred snickered, earning himself a rather hard smack across the back of his head.

"As for Flying Mint Bunny," he continued. "There is one other nation that can see him and that would be Norway. The others can not see him simply because they are too blinded by material things and popular beliefs to see all the wonderful creatures that live amongst them."

America: Does it make you feel bad that I'm an American that wants to live in England? No, I do not want to live in England because of your economy. I have my reasons.

Alfred pouted. "Yeah, that kinda does make me feel bad, dude. Not cool! Why would you want to leave the greatest country every?"

"That's not necessarily true. America is not exactly the greatest country ever." Mimi said, turning slightly to face Alfred. "And besides, I am going to have join ranbomgurl with wanting to move to England." (True fact: Almost all of my friends and I want to move England. Especially my Canada and I. :3)

This only caused Alfred to pout even more.

"Sorry, Alfred." Mimi apologized, though she clearly didn't mean it. "Next is from RawrTheSecond."

Ohohohoho~ Hello, mes cheris. I'd love to know, Alfred, when you started loving dear Angleterre? Just curious! By the way, this is most definitely NOT la France. Au revoir, mes cheris!

"Francis, you sodding bastard!"

"Woah, dude, you don't need to yell at 'em. Plus, it says that it's 'most definitely NOT France." Mimi said, giggling as Arthur glared at her. "The question was directed to Alfred anyways." She then turned to Alfred, smiling brightly. "Right, so, what's your answer, Alfred?"

"Wh-what makes you say that I even did start, uh… l-loving Arthur? 'Cause I totally never did!" Alfred stammered, facing starting to turn a light pink.

Mimi let out a small disappointed sigh and thought to herself, soon, we'll get that confession soon! "Next question, yes? Hmm… tillietorpedo91."

I have a question for England. England, everyone hates your scones, and you say they're not that bad, but have you ever actually TRIED your scones before?

"Of course I've tried my scones before! What kind of silly question is that?" Arthur huffed, crossing his arms.

Leaning over, Alfred whispered quietly to Mimi. "Dude, what's his problem today?"

Mimi shrugged, wondering the same thing herself.

Also, America, you say that you hate England's food, but you seemed to like it just fine when you were younger. So, I was just wondering if you were teasing him due to… sexual tensions.

"Pfft, no. I only liked his food back then because it was the only food that I ever got to eat." Alfred said, making a strange face.

"Um, but Alfred, you were just eating-" Mimi started to say but was rudely cut off by Alfred.

"I was just eating a burger, dude! That's it!"

"No you weren't, you were-"

"Shh! Duuude! Shut up!"

"Oi, you two! Let's get a move on here!"

Nodding, Mimi went to the next question. "Alrighty then, next is from I-am-so-IGGY. Oh, and before I read this, Arthur, I apologize…"

I have a request for my Iggy. Iggy, may you make my day and dress up in a short maid dress for me? I wanted to tell you how much I love you Iggy. Oh and if you don't I will most likely force you into it and then tie you to a chair! I LOVE YOU IGGY!

"Dear God… I am flattered that you, uh, love me, but I absolutely will NOT dress up in a short maid dress."

"Do you want to be tied to a chair, Artie?" Mimi asked sweetly.

"No, of course not."

"Then you're going to do it."

"But I don't even have-"

"I do."

Both Alfred and Arthur blinked. "And why would you have something like that?"

"For exactly this. I shall be right back~" She said in a sing-song voice, skipping off to get the dress.

"…Kill me now."

Mimi was soon back with the maid dress, smiling as she handed it over to Arthur. "They're ya go!"

Begrudgingly, Arthur took the dress and left for a short moment to go put it on. When he joined the two Americans once again, his face was a bright red. "I feel ridiculous…" He mumbled more or less to himself. "How long do I have to keep this bloody thing on?"

"Uh… At least for one question, I suppose. Wont torture you too much with it."

"Haha, dude, you look like a chick!" Alfred laughed, royally pissing off the Brit.

"You *the rest of this sentence is censored due to the fact that it is to vile for the author to write*!"

"Woah, sorry dude. It was only a joke, jeez." Alfred said, his face completely pale.

"We're going to just go on now… This is from MoMoPocky."

Wh-what are your actual thoughts on Alfred? You can't really hate him as much as you say you do… Right?

"Right at this moment, I hate him more than ever." Arthur said in a low voice, glaring over at the American. Then, sighing and glancing down at the floor, he said, "But… No, I don't hate him at all. Truthfully, I… N-never mind…" Looking up once again, with he huff, he said, 'I'm going to go change now." And with that, he promptly left the room.

"And let's end it there. Before Arthur starts acting even more… Um, Arthur-ish." Mimi said, receiving a nod of agreement from Alfred.

This is not nearly as long as I wanted it to be, but… Meh. Sorry for not updating sooner. I would say that I was busy, but that would be a lie, mostly. I just didn't feel all that up to updating this… But now I do, so yay! :D There are sooo many questions to answer, guys, it's crazy! I'll try getting to them as soon as I can. ;A; but don't expect too much, kay?