This chapter will detail how they sneak into your house and also why they did so.
(F/B/N) = (Favourite Band's Name)
Alfred (America) -
(Y/N) was just enjoying some quiet time alone in her house. She had decided to take a whole day to rest up and lounge about. She had spent the time on her couch watching TV all day and eating junk food. It had been an enjoyable time and (Y/N) was now rejuvenated enough to spend time with Alfred and her friends again.
Suddenly there was a loud thumping on (Y/N)'s front door. She had watched a horror movie earlier so it scared her. She backed up on the sofa, protecting her shaking form with a pillow. Her fears were evaded, however, when the door collapsed, broke totally off it's hinges, by Alfred by had been head butting the door to break it down.
The loud American male smirked and stood with his hands on his hips, one boot resting on the door which lay on the floor. He looked toward (Y/N) who had calmed down but was still shaking. He laughed and took her hand, hoisting her from off of the couch.
"Dudette! There you are!" he exclaimed, happiness shining in his blue eyes. "I was wondering where you had been all day!". (Y/N) felt a twinge of guilt for leaving him all alone without any notice. She frowned a little trying not to make eye contact. "I'm sorry, Al. I just kinda needed some time to myself today. But I'm back to full throttle now." she murmured with remorse.
This caused the overactive blonde to laugh again and drag the (C/N) girl from her house. "Good cuz now me and you are gonna go get some fast food!" he explained with his usually heroic tone. (Y/N) agreed happily and let him lead the way.
I have eaten a lot of junk today, she thought, but some more with Al won't hurt.
Arthur (Britain) -
(Y/N) had just went out to do some grocery shopping and, after two hours of tedious purchasing, the (C/N) girl was finally done with the task. She heaved the large bags of groceries all the way home. It was times like these she wished she owned a car.
When she finally got to her doorstep she plopped the bags down on the floor, making sure they did not topple over. She leaned her body weight on the door handle, knowing it won't open the door, whilst she rummaged for her keys. Surprisingly the door did open when she began to lean against it.
The door was open? This confused and scared the (C/N) girl. She dithered on whether or not to call the police. She eventually settled on just going in. She was tough and if it was a robber she could easily throw down.
She stepped into her home, cautiously, with the grocery bags back in hand. The lights were out, expect for the kitchen light which (Y/N) could spot through the crack in the kitchen door. Now was her chance to take the intruder by surprise.
She busted open the kitchen door and began pelting the trespasser with objects from her back. After a few scones she recognised the screams coming from the mysterious individual. She ceased fire, as it were, with one orange raised in her hand.
"Arthur?"she asked as the aforementioned blonde stood from his protective position, which he had taken upon (Y/N)'s attack. "What were you doing in my house? Wait - how did you even get in?".
Arthur brushed broken eggshell off of his jacket and he knocked the milk cartoon, which had exploded upon impact dripping milk everywhere, off his head. "I just wanted to cook you something before you got back. I know when you shop you end up tired." he explained coming closer. "I managed to get in 'cause Alastair made me a lock pick - he's pretty good at that lark.".
This made sense. The stubborn male was hellbent on cooking for you, seeing as you were the only one who liked his cooking. You nodded at him, picking up the salvageable food you used as a weapon. You giggled upon realising the absurdity of your defence technique. "Sorry I kind of pelted you half-to-death with groceries." she said looking back at the man who was helping her to now store the food in the fridge. "Did you finish the food you were cooking?".
