Painting - America

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A/n: hello, I'm currently painting my room, halfway to finishing whoo! Anyways, hope you like it.

$Lets start$


¥Narrators pov¥


"Come on, Alfred, you gotta help me paint, you wanted a blue wall."

"M/n, it's too early, what is it? 8:23, see too early, let the hero sleep."

"No it's not, you should be awake by now, you've already eaten breakfast anyways,"

        The American whined at the other male, his cowlick drooped slightly, as he was nagged to help with the painting. The east facing wall in the lounge was the on that Alfred had wanted to paint blue before the summer, but after a late night of drinking with Matthew and Gilbert he was 'too tired'. After a further five minutes of persuasion and annoyance Alfred finally agreed to help his boyfriend paint the rest of the wall, which in retrospect would only take ten minutes to paint if the blond American would stop whining.

"You can't spell painting without pain,", the American mumbled under his breath earning a teasing glare from the c/n in the room.

"Oh my gosh, Alfred, I bet Arthur wouldn't put up with this behavior, young man." M/n jokingly said.

"Dude, I'm older than you," Alfred said slightly chuckling at the end due to the h/c haired mans impression Arthur.

      Laughter filled the room as both men giggled about what happened, this led to a paint fight, Alfred smeared blue paint down m/ns arm and m/n smeared paint down Alfred neck. The laughter and yelps continued as they threw paint at each other and eventually after ten minutes finished painting the wall.

"See it wasn't that bad,"

"Of course not, I'm the hero!"

¢The End¢



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