"Rise and shine, fucking wanker"
The English teen pinched the American's nose until he started sqirming and eventually toppled out of bed, still cocooned in blankets.
"Wh-what the hell, dude? Why can't I sleep? 'S not like we're going anywhere, you said we'd be moving into the apartments in at least 2 days!"
Alfred questioned, confused, and disgruntled, at having been awoken so rudely.
Sleep is awesome, and Alfred sure as hell needed it.
Arthur sneered and replied.
"Turns out the buggers were quick and nothing messed up. We're moving in today."
"Oh man. But it can't be so early! It's only, what, 8?"
"It's 1 pm, you bag of piss. Now get ready and get your fat arse on the bus"
"Fine, fine, don't get your panties in a twist. Who spat in your cereal today?"
The American was surprised at how this grumpy 17 year could, well, be so grumpy. The thought of home was almost clear from Alfreds' mind by that point. Not forgotten, of course not, but the grief was muted; pushed to the back of his thoughts by the other experiences and events that had since happened. Right now, the main thing occupying his thinking was a plan. A plan to get Arthur to smile. Better yet, to laugh.
Taking last nights' brief conversation, the task wasn't going to be easy. But Alfred was used to not having things easy. He thrived from challenges and hardships, though devastating at first, only made him stronger in the long run. A playful smirk made it's way on to his features.
"Game on"
oh my fucking god, so so sorry for the long wait and you guys get only such a short chapter, please dont kill me. *hides* i'll upload another one as soon as possible, maybe tomorrow to make up for everything. again, sorry. /such a horrible writer/