Arthur struggled with the game. No matter where he was or how well he hid, his little army man was shot, blown up, bitten, knifed, and in some way or another, killed. Alfred wasn't even screen watching. Arthur tossed his controller down and pouted his lip. Alfred paused the game and ruffled the green hair up. "Hey, what's wrong?" Alfred asked, still messing the hair up. Arthur slapped the hand away.
"You've killed me 75 times in a row! The one time you died was at your own hand, you blew yourself up!" Arthur growled and crossed his arms. Alfred smiled and joined the Brit on the floor. "This game sucks."
"Do you just wanna watch some TV?" Arthur nodded his head and Alfred clicked the Xbox off and turned the cable on. He gave the remote to Arthur. "You can pick what we watch," Alfred smiled.
"Do you have BBC…? Doctor Who is on," Arthur blushed and looked to Alfred who was grinning like an Idiot. "W-what? It's a good show," he said, blushing a little darker.
"We have it. I just had a teacher named Mr. Foreman who was in love with that show. If you ask me, if I was the Doctor I would have fucked the red head," Alfred said with a wink. Arthur rolled his eyes and found the channel.
"If I was her I think I would have fucked the Doctor," Arthur mumbled to himself, not thinking Alfred would hear.
"So, you swing that way," He said, watching the introduction. Arthur grumbled slightly and started stammering. Alfred covered the other's mouth with the palm of his hand. "Chill out, it's cool. Just try not to fall for my amazingly wonderful American charm." His smile seemed to glitter brightly. Arthur pulled the hand off of his mouth.
"Oh please, what guy or girl in their right mind would ever want to be with a nit-twit like you?" Arthur stated, poking Alfred in the shoulder. The American only gave a laugh.
"Good thing not everyone is in their right minds like yourself. I have a good chance of getting a sexy, long-legged, lady friend at my side." He smiled and pointed at the red head, "Someone like her. Damn I love her in that police outfit." Arthur rolled his eyes again. He smiled and laughed.
"You're a git. I pity your girlfriend… if you ever get one that is."
"Oh, that's cold," Alfred grinned and gave Arthur a playful shove. Arthur shoved back a little harder with a grin. Alfred then took it a little further than a shove by glomping him to the floor. Arthur gasped in complete and total surprise. "Tell me Artie… Why so ticklish?" Arthur then gave a loud squeal as his stomach was attacked by wiggling fingers. Alfred was a tickling demon sent from the lowest pit of hell.
Or, at least, that's what Arthur thought when the army of snakes reached his worst ticklish spot. His ribs. He squealed loud enough that Matthew peeked into the living room from the top of the steps. Matthew took one look, turned red, and went back into his bedroom. Alfred laughed.
Outside of their home Miss. Jones could hear loud squealing and thumping. Her face turned red as she told herself, "It's not what your think it sounds like…" She pulled out her key, her hands shaking as another thought entered her mind. "He's close to the same age I was when I started… oh god!" Miss. Jones flung the door open and right when another squeal came from her living room. Her face went white. She just bought that love seat.
She ran into the living room with full intent on not becoming a grandmother. What she found was her son sitting on top of another boy with his hands under his shirt. The older boy blushed when he saw her. He clearly understood how this must look to her. Alfred simply waved at her.
"Hi ma," He smiled.
"Hello son," She sounded led than pleased as she dug around in her purse. Pulling out a small box, she tossed it at her son. "Next time I walk in on you, I want this to at least be there. Dinner will be in an hour," She left for the kitchen.
Alfred looked at the box. Condoms. His face turned red and he went to hide the box from Arthur but it was too late, the Brit stole the box, only to blush darkly. "So much for making a first impression," He said, giving the box back and blushing out of shame.
"No, it's just a misunderstanding. We'll just explain…" Alfred said, throwing the box away. Arthur crossed his arms and eyeballed the box.
"Explain what? Two teenage boys don't have tickle fights, git. She must think I'm a bloody pervert!" He pouted his lip out. Alfred shook his head.
"No she doesn't. Okay she might."
"Get out!" Matthew said, shoving Gilbert towards the window. Gilbert refused to move even a little. "You have to get out! My mother is home! Please, I don't want to get hit in the head with a box of condoms!" Matthew begged with shivers as he remembered last time his mother did such a thing. He was only talking to Alfred's girlfriend… ex girlfriend… in the living room when a box of condoms bounced off his head.
"I'll leave if you promise to go out to the beach with me."
"Fine, just please go!" Matthew said, hearing footsteps come up the stairs. Gilbert kissed his cheek and crawled out the window just in time.
"Hey bro, Ma wants ya to help her in the kitchen," Alfred said, opening the door right as Gilbert disappeared from sight. Only Arthur seemed to have caught a glimpse of the white blur.
"Sure thing Al," Matthew said before muttering in pure relief.
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