"A-Alfred. G-Get up we're going to be late for school." The bright morning sunshine pierces the face of the American, making him growl in disgust. "Oh come on Mattie, just five more minutes."
The blonde headed Canadian sighed. He really didn't feel like having to call Arthur to drag Alfred out of bed. The Englishman already ha enough on his mind. Standing his ground Matthew spoke in his loudest voice. "Get your butt up out of that bed or so help me I'm going to..."
From his place on the bed, the dirty blonde headed American smirked into his pillow. "Or you'll do what? Worse thing you could do is cover me with maple syrup." By this time Matthews pale face grew red. Why couldn't anyone take him seriously? He could be tuff if he wanted to. With a devious growl, he'd had enough of the America's attitude. "Arthur! Alfie wont get up and he's hungry!"
There was silence, eerie silence and then footsteps. By this time the American had already fallen back asleep, dreaming peacefully about burgers and such. Thump thump, it went up the stairs. Until, the door swings open revealing a very upset Arthur." You bloddy have one of my scones! Their fresh."
Quickly the American rises. "No please anything but that.." A pitch black scone is stuffed into the blue eyed boys mouth. It tasted like a mixture between dirty gym socks and moldy food and the consistency of couch stuffing. Feeling quite pleased with his work the Brit hops off to do other chores.
As quickly as he could Alfred rushes to the bathroom an well, you should know the rest. A very pleased Matthew waits outside. "How'd you like them apples Alfie?" The two exchange glances before Alfred heads off to get dressed. "Oh you'll see, nobody does that to the hero!"
(I am so sorry guys for making them shorter, I lost my last laptop and everything on it so most of these I'm having to start from scratch. Please bear with me, my writing will get better.)