As allies, it wasn't unusual for nations to visit each of their respective personal houses. America liked to invite--read: harass into coming--England over for a round of movies and lots of good food before bed.
Tonight he at least hadn't had any nightmares (yet) but he'd woken up in the wee hours, stomach growling already. To his surprise, England wasn't in the bed. They didn't share a bed romantically, but America insisted whenever the genre of films they'd been watching was Horror. He shrugged it off until he was munching on a leftover burger in the kitchen when he heard something in his back yard...
...cautiously, with rifle in hand and burger in mouth, Alfred padded out the back door in his smiley face t-shirt and TARDIS pyjama bottoms.
"Who's there?!" he asked, trying so hard not to sound nervous. This was just like any horror movie--!
Except, his mouth was full so it was more or less a muffled garble of sounds as he approached the pool raising his weapon, heart pounding in his ears...
21 probably america's pool on the shallow end?
Tonight he at least hadn't had any nightmares (yet) but he'd woken up in the wee hours, stomach growling already. To his surprise, England wasn't in the bed. They didn't share a bed romantically, but America insisted whenever the genre of films they'd been watching was Horror. He shrugged it off until he was munching on a leftover burger in the kitchen when he heard something in his back yard...
...cautiously, with rifle in hand and burger in mouth, Alfred padded out the back door in his smiley face t-shirt and TARDIS pyjama bottoms.
"Who's there?!" he asked, trying so hard not to sound nervous. This was just like any horror movie--!
Except, his mouth was full so it was more or less a muffled garble of sounds as he approached the pool raising his weapon, heart pounding in his ears...