Hey Iggy! I'll miss you...

The Party

That idiot. Alfred didn't explain a thing about the party. What do I wear? Is it formal or casual? Do I need to bring anything? When is the bloody party? Where is it? That wanker didn't explain at all. I suppose I'll have to call him. Or maybe I just won't go.. I have an excuse for why I wasn't there.

Just as I had that thought the telephone started ringing. Oh, where is that blasted thing?! Why did I ever let him talk me into buying a cellphone. I searched around a little and found the small device. I pressed the answer key and put it to my ear.

"Hello?"

Iggy! Where ya at, dude?! I pulled the phone away from my ear. Must he yell all the time?

"What do you mean? And you do not need to yell."

The party started twenty minutes ago! Oh sorry, I can't help it. I'm a loud person! He started laughing that obnoxious laugh of his.

"Hahaha! What a wanker!"

Anyways, dude you need to get here! I'll even go get you. Why the bloody hell does this matter so much to the twit? I do not even want to go to the damn event.

"That's quite alright, Alfred. I'll just stay home."  Well I guess that's true.. I do want to go but. Wait but what? I don't want to go! Of course I don't.

No way, dude! You're coming. I'll be over to get you in ten minutes. Alfred hung up after saying that, leaving no room for argument.

That blasted American! I don't want to go to this stupid party of his... I walked to get my coat from the wardrobe and heard knocking. He is here already?! Those bloody Americans! I quickly grabbed my coat and walked to the front door, opening it slowly.

"Hey dude! Ready to go?" Alfred smiled with his ridiculously white teeth. He looks smashing... Wait, what? Alfred was dressed in relatively casual clothes. A plain white T-shirt , his bomber jacket, plain old jeans, and sneakers. Despite the simplicity.. it looks.. mesmerizing on him...

"Of course I am, idiot."

~Time skip~

Oh, great. Here comes the frog.. I watched as Francis walked towards Alfred and I.

"Bonjour Angleterre!" Francis put his arm around my waist and got way too close. What the hell?! Th- Wait. What's with that face Alfred is making? As I looked back towards Alfred, he seemed to be glaring at the frog..

"Get off of me, you bloody frog." I glared at the Frenchman and he laughed releasing me. Alfred seemed to lighten up soon after.

"Sorry, Angleterre. I just couldn't help myself." Francis winked at me. How repulsive. I swear, I will kill this guy.

"Come on, dude. Leave him alone." Hearing Alfred's voice we both looked at him. Is he.. helping me? Why? And that expression... it is frightening.

"No need to get so serious, Alfred. I was only joking with him.." Francis looked extremely scared. I don't blame him that look is scaring even me, though I know it is not directed at me. Alfred then laughed and smiled, though his eyes still screamed murder.

"So serious? I don't know what you're talking about.." Alfred continued to glare at him for a minute. This is very strange..

"I will see you two later.." As he said that the frog backed away, looking at Alfred cautiously. That's odd.. I haven't really seen that bloody frog so scared in a while. He turned around and quickly walked away from us.