Arthur sighed for the umpteenth time today. Alfred, once again, was yelling about how his and Mattie's birthdays are coming up.
"...AND WE'RE GONNA HAVE A BIG PARTY, AND IM GONNA MAKE MATTIE THE BEST CAKE EVER AND..."
Arthur took out his phone. He decided he would message Francis about the current matter.
Little British Man
Oi, Frog, Alfred is yelling about birthdays again. Advice on how to get him to stop?
Escar-no
We can scare him. My dear Mathieu and moi are on our way to visit the both of you.
Little British Man
I already have an idea, how long before the two of you get here?
Escar-no
A little under ten minutes
Little British Man
Perfect.
Arthur looked up at the American, who was dancing around on the couch. The Brit sighed in disappointment before standing up from his favorite chair.
He spoke, pretend fear lacing his voice.
"They're coming."
Alfred stopped dancing and jumped off the couch.
"Whose coming?"
Arthur began pacing around.
"I can't believe it. They're on their way here."
Alfred followed Arthur around.
"Babe? Whose coming?"
Arthur stopped and turned to Alfred, making himself look terrified.
"They're coming."
Alfred didn't like seeing his boyfriend like this. It was starting to scare him.
"Arthur? Whose coming?"
Arthur began pacing around again.
"No.. no not now, not today.. They can't be.."
Alfred was now scared out of his wits.
"A- Arthur, what's going on? I'm getting scared."
Arthur stood in front of the window holding himself. Alfred climbed into the Brit's hair, pulling his legs up to his chest.
"Arthur, this isn't funny."
"They said they wouldn't do it, they said the deal was off, but they're still coming."
"Wh- What deal?"
Arthur looked put the window. Francis had pulled in, and he was now walking up the little walk way with Matthew.
Arthur raised his voice.
"They're getting closer."
"Whose getting closer?!"
Mattie put his hand the door knob.
"They're here!"
Alfred shrieked as the door opened. Arthur cried from laughing so much.
Francis and Mattie walked in, slightly confused about why Alfred screamed.
Said American looked at Arthur, who was on the ground at this point. He sat up and explained what was going on.
"To start with, Alfred was yelling about again, dancing on the couch. I messaged Francis for advice on calming him down. He said he'd be visiting and that we could scare him. Well, I had my own idea, and went about saying stuff like 'they're coming' and whatnot to freak him out. It only got better when you walked in."
Mattie snickered. Arthur stood and walked to Alfred, opening his arms for a hug. Alfred reluctantly hugged back.
"You're mean."
"I know, I'm sorry. I was just getting back at you for dancing on the couch."
Arthur stepped back to look his boyfriend in the eye.
"I'll have you know that couches can be very expensive. We've already had to replace five other couches because of you dancing on them."
Alfred smiled.
"Yeah, I should probably stop."
"Alright you two, pay some attention to Matthieu and I. We came to plan out this party Alfred is wanting to throw."
"HELL YEAH! PARTY TIME!"
Arthur groaned as Alfred jumped back onto the couch.
"Damnit Alfred, not again."
