A/N
Well, I got bored with my other Fic soooooooo.... Yeah this happened.
Also I am being very stereotypical in this fanfiction. If you are sensitive please don't read. Enjoy :>
Alfred , the personification of America , was visiting his bud Arthur , the personification of Great Britain.
You see, Arthur did not enjoy Alfred's company all that much. Alfred was.... Let's just say he was American. That should explain a lot. Arthur acted as if he always had a stick up his butt. He is also a horrible cook, but that's not the point. The point is Alfred was visiting Arthur. As said in the previous paragraph.
Alfred had just arrived at Arthur's house and was pumped. He of course was totally not scared of the stuck up Brit , because he was the hero. And a hero does not get scared very easily. A hero also does not always tell the truth about being scared. In this case the second option was true. But Alfred hides his fright well, by well I mean horribly. Alfred is a horrible liar. Once again that whole paragraph was not needed. Yet I still added it.
The Brit had just woken up from his dream about unicorns.
Nice one England.
Ahem.
He had woken up from some overly obnoxious knocking and doorbell ringing. Yes overly obnoxious. I told you Alfred was American didn't I? He is the most American someone can get. He is the awesome and heroic personification of America. Of course he is going to be loud and obnoxious.
Hello? You still there? Yes I am getting off topic but you can't leave. Sorry. Once you enter you may not leave.
Arthur stomped down the stairs cursing under his breath. Oh so gentlemanly. Once he had reached the stairs he had repeated every curse word possible about... Uh... 5 times.
He was on a roll. Like an angry Lovino who had just walked in on some Ludwig and Feliciano action. Yes he was that angry. Short temper am I right or am I right?
Alfred heard all of this. Remember when I said Arthur muttered them under his breath? I meant screamed them at the top of his lungs... Yeah common mistake.
And so Alfred was scared out of his comfort zone. Waaaaaaay out of his comfort zone. Actually I'm out of my comfort zone as well. I'm not calling America the hero that he is. Sorry Alfred let me re-phrase that. The hero was so brave that he peed himself. Better?
The Brit finally opened the door......
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"Alfred?! What the bloody hell?!?"
Alfred's face when Arthur opened the door was .... Unique.... You could say.....
A mix of embarrassment..... Uh..... Fright- sorry heroic ness..... And a lot of other things I'm too lazy to mention.
Arthur screamed at him for waking him up then........
A/N - continued in chapter three! Please comment on what I should do better, change, ect... Or if I should continue at all haha. Well anyway this is my second story I've written on wattpad and I have too many ideas for more. Thank you all for your reads and support :>
