Rivals: Usuk Pottertalia

The Rivalry Continues

--Four Years Later--

"C'mon eyebrows! Fight back!" Alfred call at Arthur while he walked up the stairs.
Arthur grumbled and kept walking, hiding his eyebrows like always. "I'm not in the mood, wanker!"
"Obviously..." Alfred mocked before looking to Gilbert with an evil grin. He glanced around before drawing his wand.
Gilbert backed up slightly but continued to watch what Alfred was doing.
Alfred pointed his wand at Arthur "Cantis!" He chanted with a devilish grin.
Arthur gripped his books for a moment before bursting into song "THERE'S A MONKEY IN MY POCKET AND IT'S STEALING ALL MY CHANGE!!!!" He continued to sing as loud as physical possible as students around them began to giggle.
Alfred and Gilbert laughed uncontrollably and gripped their stomachs. Alfred was pretty sure that this was his best prank yet.
"Asshole!" Lukas shouted from behind them before smacking Alfred in the back of his head with a book. After one final glare at Alfred, Lukas walked over and began helping his friend down the stairs.
"I WANT YOU TO PLAY WITH MY DING-A-LING!!!" Arthur screech-sang while Lukas helped him down the steps to find help.
"Wow... that was... just..."
"It was perfect" Alfred finished for Gilbert.
Gilbert nodded with a laugh and continued to walk up the steps to the gryffindor common room.

"Really? Did you get caught?"
A bunch of gryffindor girls were gathered around the couch that Alfred sat on, as he talked about how he had cast the perfect spell on Eyebrows.
"Nope! Of course I didn't get caught! I'm the hero!"
"A hero wouldn't treat someone like that!" A small, blonde first year piped in. "You better leave my older brother alone!"
Alfred stared at the child for a moment in confusion. He wore gryffindor robes, but looked like Eyebrows. In fact, the kid had bushy eyebrows as well.
A few of the girls left to avoid Alfred getting in an argument with a child. They all knew that Alfred had no common sense in his thick skull, so the little voice that says "Don't beat him up, he's just a kid!" Doesn't exist.
Alfred rolled his eyes "Listen kid... your brother is an asshole..." Alfred said with a matter of fact tone.
"So are you!"
Before Alfred could reply, the kid stormed out of the common room.

--The Next Day--

"Eyebrows!" Alfred called after Arthur as he walked down the steps towards the quidditch pitch. "Please stop avoiding me!"
"Why should I?! You're horrific to me! And stop calling me Eyebrows!"
Alfred sighed "Geez! Why are you so childish?!"
"Me?! How am I the childish one?!" Arthur shouted as he sped up his walking, hoping to get away. He had a broom in his hand, it was Slytherin's day to practice.
"I can't believe you!" Alfred shouted as he grabbed Arthur's sleeve, speeding up to keep up with him.
"You can't believe me?!" Arthur stopped abruptly and spun around to face Alfred. Unfortunately Alfred didn't stop fast enough and ran straight into Arthur, sending them both tumbling down the stairs.

Arthur screamed as he stared up at Alfred, who accidentally had landed on top of him and ended up pinning him to the ground. Alfred was straddling him with a dumbfounded look on his face.

Alfred stared down at Arthur, who had just shrieked like a girl. His face was a bright red and his eyes were wide. Arthur's hair was out of his face for once, showing off his bushy eyebrows that he tried so hard to hide constantly.

"You're adorable..."
Alfred yelped as Arthur slapped him across the face, and took the chance to run away.
"A-Arthur?" Alfred couldn't exactly think straight... literally and figuratively. Arthur's scared face was burned in his mind as Gilbert whistled.
"Well shit... and I thought you were straight..."

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I need to start adding more details huh? Well when fluffing comes, I'll be able to, but for now it's mainly build up for America to actually realize how fucking adorable England is.