YOU'RE ONLY EPIC IF YOU SAY YOU ARE [p] “I'M EPIC.” HA,NOT AS AWESOME AS ME!

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    Damn. A slumber party at someone's house wasn't such an activity that Arthur Kirkland didn't think was so fun but,of course,he was dragged along by his goofy younger brother,Alfred F Jones,and he had to admit that he wanted to strangle his younger brother sometimes. The Englishman began to rummage through a few of his clothes in search for the most appropriate pajamas ones that wouldn't embarrassed him at the slumber party at Germany's house,he wore a scowl as he held up his pajamas with winged mint bunnies but stuffed it to the back of the cabinet with a faint visible flush of soft crimson “This is idiotic!” He huffed sitting down on the edge of his bed folding his arms over his chest closing his eyes briefly.


    [sorry for not being able to complete the Germany part. DX ]

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    //I'll just make America and Italy already at England and Germany's houses, so there would be more interactions


    The American had allowed himself into Arthur's house, already ready. Did he care that Arthur might yell at him for just randomly appearing at his house? Nah. It was always fun to talk to his older brother, when he wasn't being a mean and stuck up person of course. He had been looking for the personification of Great Britain when he heard a familiar voice. "This is idiotic!" He chuckled. It was obviously the one and only, Arthur Kirkland. He instantly walked into the room where his brother was in. "It's not idiotic! It's fun! Lighten up Iggy~!" Alfred offered a goofy smile, sitting down next to Arthur.


    Feliciano had been knocking on his best friends door. "Ciao Germany! It's me! Italy!" He called, still knocking. The Italian had knocked at least twelve times now, and he happily kept going. "Germany! Germany! Germany~!" He began to call out the countries name repeatedly, happily smiling. He thought for a couple of seconds. "Ludwig! Ludwig! Luddy!"

    Arthur raised an eyebrow at Alfred with a frown on his pale lips “It's absolutely idiotic. Completely. Absurd. I could go on but I decide not to considering that your elevator doesn't reach the top floor.” The English gentleman scowled before averting his gaze adding “Besides,I can't find anything to wear...that's appropriate for me at least.” His younger brother was being naive and stupid like usual or was it just him being the sourpuss that he usually was,whatever the cause,Arthur Kirkland didn't like the idea of a slumber party.


    The personification of Deutschland approached the door with the Italian knocking on it,he sighed softly slicking back his blond locks with his hand soon opening the door with a small smile “Hallo Italien,” Ludwug greeted stepping to the side holding onto his door knob “Step inside.”


    //okie dokie c:

    "Psh." Alfred waved the complaints off. "Being the hero that I am..." He looked up into the air as he stressed out the word 'hero' before looking back at his brother. "I'll let you burrow some~ Heh, Iggy how do you feel about American flag pajamas?" He teased the nation once again, wrapping an arm around him casually.


    "Okay~!" He happily spoke, running inside. The Italian gave a wide smile, tipping his head. "So what are we going to do~?" He asked, his curl giving a small a usual bounce. He put a hand through his auburn hair, then looked back to the German.

    Arthur narrowed his eyes at the Americans arm that wrapped around him casually "I suppose I'd feel horrible wearing those things." He scoffed squinting his eyes at the so claimed 'hero' removing his arm with a hand as he reached inside the cabinet for the pajamas with the winged flying mint bunnies with a faint blush coating his cheeks "i guess i could wear these." he said in a soft tone coughing into his hand briefly looking at Alfred as if for approval.


    "Vell,I invited Alfred und Arzhur over for a slumber party. Vould you like to join us? It vouldn't be a bozher if you did..." The former dictator nation answered closing the door to his house glancing over towards Feliciano wearing a small smile "Only if you vant to zhough," He added calmly.

    Alfred nearly burst out in laughter. "HA- Yeah dude. Those are cool too." He gave a thumbs up, keeping a wide goofy smile. Wow, those pajamas were...something. Hey wait? Why did Arthur have those pajamas?! He thought to himself, before peering into his brother's emerald optics.




    "Ooh! A slumber party~? Si, Si!" He didn't even need to get anything, he was going to sleep in Ludwig's bed anyways. It was always fun to sleep in Ludwig's bed! And he never kicked the Italian out, so Feliciano never stopped.

    "You were about to laugh,you bloody git!" Arthur growled sitting down on the bed looking at the pajamas briefly with a small frown "Oh,who am I kidding? I might as well not go." The Brit sighed closing his eyes holding the pajamas close to his chest,he didn't want to appear ridiculous in front of other countries especially if one of those countries was Germany.


    Ludwig's smile barely increased as he nodded briefly "Very vell. Now lets get ready for our guests." He had a solemn expression not being the type of person who wanted their visitors to arrive at his home and nothing had been accolimpshed,that wasn't very Germany-like at all.

    "No I wasn't! I was just...About to sneeze!" He came up with the lamest excuse in the entire world. He then poked his brother in the cheek. "Nah bro, your going~" Whether forced or not, he was going to get Arthur to go. "Dude, I would be so lonely if you didn't!" He spoke, poking him once again.


    "Okay~! Hey Lud! Can we have pasta?" Feliciano asked, smiling. Ah that was all he ever ate. Pasta, pasta, and pasta. "I can cook it! Ah, Si! Please?" He asked, happily jumping up and down.

    Arthur slapped his finger away glaring at him “But I don't want to participate in such a childish activity and I can't leave my cat alone.” By this time,he picked up his Scottish fold holding him close “And I don't want him staying with your monster of a cat.” Well,actually Alfred's kitty companion was adorable but the Brit simply wanted to come up with excuses.


    “Of course,Feliciano.” Ludwig answered knowing that the Italian loved his pasta maybe even more than him but he simply shrugged with a small smile walking away to prepare the guest rooms for their guests,of course,and Gilbert was out with his friends so things would hopefully go smoothly. A slightly big blue-gray tomcat rubbed against the Italians legs giving a loud mew of greeting.

    Alfred smirked. "Childish activity? Is that why Ludwig is doing it?" Ha! He finally came up with a good comeback! One point for the hero! He then peered at the Scottish fold. "He'd be perfectly fine with my kitty! Mine isn't a monster! He's just fluffy!" Alfred spoke, beginning to poke Arthur once again. "I'm going to poke you until you go~"



    "Yay!" Feliciano was about to run to the kitchen, then he noticed the feline. "Ciao to you to!" He spoke excitedly, leaning down and gently grabbing the cat. The Italian held Ludwig's cat, raising a hand up and beginning to stroke the cute little kitty. "I wish I brought my cat!" He spoke to the feline, still holding him as he trotted to the kitchen.

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    “There's a big difference between fat and fluff,your cat happens to be both but mostly fat. He would squash little Iggy anyways.” Arthur huffed holding the small feline glaring at Alfred pushing his hand away “Stop that,bloody twat...Fine.” The blond male glanced away sighing “I'll go but...I want to bring Iggy.” The Scottish fold began to squirm in his grip.


    Germouser felt as Feliciano picked him up and mentioned something about bringing Gino swiveling his ears forward,he let out another mew as he watched from the Italians arms that they were going to the kitchen. Was he going to be fed? No. The cat wasn't at all hungry. Meanwhile,Ludwig was making the beds staring at them briefly before exiting the room closing the door behind himself,“Done.”

    "What?! My cat? Squash yours? Iggy would scratch him for an eternity!" Alfred smiled, then peered at the Scottish fold. "Fine. You can bring the cat." He spoke, not keeping his eyes off Iggy. "He never lets me pet him though! He's mean!"


    "You can watch me make pasta! And taste some too!" He put the cat down, then began grabbing the stuff to make pasta. Feliciano smiled as he grabbed a plot. This was going to be fun!


    mei !



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    “well...thank you,i guess.” Arthur loosened his grip for Iggy could go on the floor but the Scottish fold began to meow pawing at Arthur's pants demanding to be held once more not liking the feel of being let go,“he probably doesn't like it how you pet him...and alfred...you should bring your cat too...to keep iggy company...the main reason for that is i don't want him to be lonely.” The English gentleman soon picked up the mewing cat beginning to gently caress him.


    Lud watched with his ears swiveled forward whilst he curled his tail around his forepaws wriggling his whiskers,he didn't know how pasta tasted but didn't think he'd grow addicted to it like Feliciano. He parted his maw revealing his ivory fangs as a yawn escaped his mouth keeping a close eye out for Gino because his master had said something about bringing him.


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    Alfred thought for about two seconds, then instantly gave a wide smile. "Yeah! I'll pick him up on the way after you get ready. I'll drive~ Mainly because I drive on the right side of the road." Ha, bad pun. The heroic American offered a teasing smile, peering at Arthur.


    The Italian was happily watching his pasta cook, then he turned around to peer at the grey feline. "You haven't tried pasta have you? All Ludwig likes is potatoes and wurst." He made a frown as he stated the food, then peered at his pasta. Ah, he hated to wait.


    //it's fine cx


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    Arthur squinted his eyes at Alfred at the stupid pun but nodded slowly getting up from the bed packing his pajamas ( the ones with the bunnies ) finally declaring “i'm ready now. so we may proceed on going to your car...and next time,alfred...make up a better pun.” He grabbed the tiny suitcase with a few papers and his pajamas,this wasn't only a slumber party but an attempt to possibly create peace between the Allies and the Axis. Iggy left briefly before returning with his British flag patterned blanket hat was cat size and just for him,no one else just him and his blanket.


    Germouser wriggled his whiskers once more mewing tilting his head to the side slightly as Feliciano spoke to him in his high Italian accented voice which secretly annoyed the tomcat,once he had thought that the personification of Italy was a mouse. He only understood the words 'pasta','wurst','potatoes',and 'taste'.


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    "Haha, dude you know it was hilarious!" Alfred happily stated, then got up from the bed he was sitting on. He energetically ran out of the house, and in an instant he was in his car. He gave a thoughtful look, then peered at Arthur. "I should of brought my motorcycle." He spoke simply, then waited for the Brit and his cat.



    Feliciano had never noticed Germouser didn't like his voice, nor did he ever think of it. Sure it was high pitched, but it wasn't that bad! Ludwig never commented on it. He watched the pasta finish boiling and began to put equal portions on plates. He happily grabbed a noodle and leaned down, tipping his head as he waited for the cat to try it.

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    "oh shut up." Arthur mumbled with a roll of his eyes following after Alfred with his suitcase and Iggy in his arms as he got inside the car by himself wishing that the American of a brother would help him and be more of a gentleman,"but no...he turned out like this..." He whispered too softly for anyone to hear as he closed the door to the passengers seat and set his feline friend down putting on his seatbelt with a soft sigh,"lets go." The Brit said with a nod of his head.


    Germouser stared at the noodle with widened pupils before narrowing them into slits wanting to hiss at the food which appeared like some kind of serpent. This was the food Feliciano was addicted to? He wanted to roll his eyes but simply began to paw at the noodle trying to guide it towards his mouth in order to take a bite out of it.
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    Gentleman? Alfred? Wow, very amusing. "Okay!" He spoke, giving a nod back. Just a little thing he should've reminded his British brother...Alfred liked to drive fast. It was a shame Arthur allowed him behind the wheel. He started the car, then offered a smirk. He began to drive as quickly as possible, although he made sure he was bellow the speed limit. The American began to play some music, which ironically turned out to be loud and electronic like the stereotype of American songs.



    Feliciano couldn't help but giggle. He only pushed it closer, happily watching. Yes, addicted. Very addicted. The Italian would eat pasta for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the rest of his life if he could. He didn't even move away, still waiting on the feline to eat the noodle.


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    Iggy hissed in disapproval wanting to claw the Americans face for playing his horrible music and going at a high speed but not beyond the speed limit,Arthur,on the other hand simply went through the papers with a solemn expression as he tried tuning out the Americans songs that is until Iggy changed it with a touch of his paw. It was changed into something more soothing and relaxing such as a violinist playing a simple tune and if Alfred dared to change the radio then he might lose a finger because Iggy would not permit such a thing to happen.


    Germouser lapped at the noodle until his nose touched Feliciano's hand as he began to swallow the noodle after chewing,of course,and swiveled his ears with slight confusion. To him it was completely flavorless but he didn't do much but rub against the Italians pants glancing up at him with a mew as if saying ; where's gino? but it came out as a loud meow.


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