"How does he not wake up?" I asked the blond next to me. His face was scrunched in a cute way, showing he was trying to concentrate.
"I'm not sure but it's better for us this way." He said, finishing off his masterpiece. He stood up straight and smiled at his achievement.
"He's going to kill you for this Alfred." I said admiring his work. He looked at me with them sparkling sapphire eyes.
"Get a picture and we'll make a run for it." Quickly taking out my phone, I took a couple of pictures. However, I forgot to turn the flash off. "Crap." Alfred muttered as the British man asleep in front of the two of us began to stir. "Slowly back away!" He whispered loudly, grabbing my hand and pulling me away. Once outside the room the two of us ran as quickly as we could.
A few hours later I was walking around the house when I bumped into Arthur. "Sorry (y/n)." He said before continuing on his way. I burst into giggles once he had passed me.
"I just ran into Arthur! He had no clue! No clue bro!" Alfred shouted walking behind me. I turned on him and began to laugh with him. A few feet away I could hear a commotion down the hall.
"Why are you calling me a limey bastard?"
"It's-a on your forehead idiota."
"What?!"
"Looks-a like it's in sharpie as well."
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU AMERICA!"
Alfred quickly turned to me. "RUN!"