"Alfred!" The yell echoed across the house, bouncing down the hall and reaching the ears of one Alfred F. Jones, who was in his room reading a sports magazine. He cringed visibly when he heard it. Natalia was pissed - this was bad news.
Hesitantly Alfred dog-eared his page in the magazine and cautiously entered the hallway. "Yes?" he asked, masking the fear he felt trickling down his spine.
"Come here!" came the response. To Alfred the voice sounded merciless and livid, and he wondered vaguely what he had done to make Natalia so mad.
He tiptoed into the kitchen and came face to face with the angry foreign girl. "What is it, Nat?" he asked. Hardly a second after the last word left his mouth Natalia snapped her reply.
"Would it kill you to clean up after yourself?" she asked angrily. Alfred looked down to where she was gesturing with her hands, and saw some bowls, cups and ingredients from his earlier lunch lying out on the counter.
Raising an eyebrow slightly, he spoke. "Okay, I'll clean up my stuff from lunch. You don't have to get so angry about it."
This was, however, the wrong thing to say. "I don't need to get angry about it?" Natalia questioned, the anger in her voice increasing. "I have every right to be angry about the fact that you never pick up any of the messes you make around this house! Lord only knows how you managed before I came around! Every time you do anything I end up cleaning up after you! It's annoying and childish of you! If you had a shred of responsibility in you and could be bothered to actually get off your ass and do something, maybe I-"
Natalia's words were cut off suddenly by Alfred's lips smashing into hers. It wasn't too graceful, and Natalia ended up cutting her bottom lip on her teeth a little. Pulling away instinctively, Natalia stepped backward and angrily yelled " Just what in the HELL was that?!"
Alfred stalled for a moment, before muttering, "Well, in the movies, when the girl is angry, that's what the hero always does-"
"YOU ARE UNBELIEVABLE!" Natalia hollered before storming out of the kitchen and into her room, slamming the door roughly behind her, leaving behind one very confused Alfred F. Jones.
Fight because real couples fight sometimes over silly stuff. Don't worry kids, they made up later. This just seems like something Alfred would do, though.
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