"What would happen if I touched your eyebrows?"
"Alfred, I swear, if you so much as touch me, I will burn the Christmas tree."
"NOOOOO!"
"Then don't touch my eyebrows!"
Alfred huffed. "Fine." He sadly trudged into the kitchen.
Arthur sighed. "Damnit Alfred, why do you have to be so pitiful and cute?"
Arthur stood in the doorway of the kitchen and observed the American. He was stabbing his 'christmas ice cream'.
"Darling, why do you like mixing together ice cream and cupcakes?"
"Because it's good."
They stared at each other, staying completely silent.
Alfred slowly took a bite out of his diabetic concoction, not breaking eye contact with Arthur.
"Do you want to put up the tree?"
The American was gone in a flash.
Arthur walked back into the main room, and gaped at the sight.
"How in the bloody hell are you already done setting it up?"
"I'll break the laws of physics if I want to bitch."
"I hope you knock it over."
Alfred gasped. "How dare you insult the Christmas gods!"
"What."
"Santa Claus. Mrs. Claus. Jack Frost. Ya know, the Christmas gods."
"...I've learned not to question you at this point."
"Good"
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