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You: Arthur let out a long yawn and stretch as he sat up in bed, it was mid-morning in London. He stood, making his bed for quite a while as he went over to his closet, pulling out his usual clothing. He shed his night wear only to put on his dress pants, shoes, and a shirt he had ironed the night before, over it he placed on a green sweater vest, and a simple crimson tie. England paced himself down the stairs and into his kitchen, where he brewed some tea knowing he'd be excepting company today, for business reasons of course. He soon picked up his own cup of tea, and into the parlor, also sitting down to wait for the other nation to arrive.
Stranger: America decided to go to London for a week. Alfred knew Arthur was in town. So he decided to pay him a visit. " Yo Britain! Dude, open up! " He yelled, beating on the door.
You: Arthur was in the middle of sipping his tea, when he choked a bit sitting the cup down on a small side table. He stood up, walking towards the door as he gently opened it.
Stranger: It was raining hard in London. As usual. So naturally, Alfred being Alfred, stood out side of the porch, getting absolutely soaked. " Dude, Its raining cats and dogs out there!" He said loudly. He walked in, dripping with rain water, making the tile floors wet and slippery.
You: "I can see." said Arthur, lightly slamming the door. "Go to the bathroom and dry off, I have few spare towels in there." he sighed, sitting back onto his chair, looking up at the American. A humid breeze had also found it's way into his simple London flat, as it muddled with the cozy air of his home.
Stranger: Alfred grinned. " Thanks dude! " He exclaimed before walking to the bathroom to dry off.
You: England nodded lightly, watching the other send off. He just sipped his tea lightly, thinking to himself. Though he soon stood, to go make some tea for Alfred also.
Stranger: America took off his clothes and dried off. He wrapped a towel around his waist and cracked open the bathroom door. " Yo England! I need some spare clothes! You got any?! " He asked loudly.
You: The English man groaned lightly, as he now stood with a reply. "I'll see if I may find something!" he yelled slightly in reply. He walked upstairs into his room, scrounging around in his closet in search. He held up an old an old shirt, quite worn. It was probably a bit small for the other so he largened it a bit with magic. He walked to the bathroom door with his back turned, and arm out. "Here's a shirt.. You'll have to handle the other part yourself.." he sighed, now walking away.
Stranger: Alfred sighed, wondering what he could do. He put on the shirt but kept the towel around his waist. He didn't want to stay like this much longer. Especially if France is around......
You: Arthur was still in the kitchen by this time, cursing silently at the tea for it was taking quite some time. The downgraded his good morning mood, probably into his usual self. He let out an agitated sigh, just glaring at the pot.
Stranger: " What can I do? " He asked himself. Then it hit him! Maybe he could get Toni to bring him clothes! That was if he wasn't busy on his spaceship. Alfred took out the odd cell phone device that Tony gave him so he can contact him. " Hey Tony! Dude, can you bring me some clothes and junk? Im at The Jerky Limeys house. Ok. Hurry. I think Francis is coming.... " He then hung up. He just had to wait.
You: Quietly England just gave it up, he shoved the ingredients all to the side, and placed the cup back into the cupboard. He just sat in the living room, slightly annoyed Arthur sipped his tea in silence.
Stranger: The deathly silence was interrupted by a loud, startling boom. America busted out of the bathroom and down the stair case. " Its Tony! " He yelled, thankful that the little grey alien brought him some pants and some extra clothes.
You: England all most jumped from his seat, frightened he then fidgeted with annoyance. "You mean that bloody little 'friend' of your's?!" he blustered, sitting his tea down.
Stranger: " Yeah bro! " He yelled up the steps before running outside.
You: Arthur shook his head in slight disbelief, but he went anyway to stand in the doorway and just watch. He had met Alfred's little alien friend before, it didn't go certainly well though.. So he just judged his existence, at the least.
Stranger: Alfred looked down at the little grey creature who was holding out his clothes. America took the clothes and walked back to the house while Tony got in his ship and flew away.
You: Arthur sat down with a grumble, peering over to his cup he found it empty.. Though, he wasn't even going to attempt to make any more of the tea, leaving the cup on it's saucer. He glanced over at America "Ah, so he didn't bring you clothing as it seems." he said a bit quietly, peering out the near window at the pouring rain.
Stranger: (( Im having a bit of a derp moment. Alfred took the clothes from Tony. I was all like I don't get it. ))
You: [ Wait. \
You: did bring* [ Typos.. asdfghjkl;' ]
Stranger: ( Thats ok! I do it too. )
Stranger: " Yeah he did bro! Tony's awesome! He would do anything to help the Hero! " He exclaimed, pointing a finger at himself.
You: Arthur rolled his eyes lightly, with silent grumbling underneath his breath.
Stranger: Soon, a heavy, awkward silence set in, making Alfred uncomfortable.
You: England blinked, glancing at a clock mounted onto the wall with the evening creeping in. Arthur looked over to Alfred "So.. Need anything? I'm going to go get a few scones." he chirped, standing up walking towards the kitchen quietly.
Stranger: " Naw bro. Im good. " He said calmly.
You: Meanwhile, Arthur didn't come back after a while as a small yet audiable boom came from the kitchen, and some black smoke. He waved some of it away, clearing his vision as something gruesome emerged from the stove as he pulled it out with a light smile.
Stranger: Alfred skid into the kitchen. " Dude. It looks like you put an animal in the oven and let it burn to a crisp. " He said bluntly.
You: England coughed lightly. "Well, isn't that nice.. I was just trying to bloody cook." he sighed, cough he took part of a scone and nibbled upon it for a second.
Stranger: " Dude. Give me the recipe and I can fix them! " He said. America was actually a really good cook.
You: "Eh? They're perfectly fine the way they are." he said, looking at the American.
you: [ I have to go soon, sorry! D; ]
Stranger: (( ok! ))
Stranger: (( I have to leave in a bit too. ))
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