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Alfred smiled and took a sip of it, "It's great! Thanks!" Normally, he would have said something to insult Arthur but this time, he felt a little bad that Arthur came all this way just because America had been attacked. After the pain in his arm died down, then he would travel to where the attack occurred. He needed to be there for his country, even at this time. It must have been a bombing, since it came so suddenly like fireworks on the fourth of July. But who keeps attacking him? It seemed to go in an uneven pattern, as if it was the same person when it really wasn't.

America nodded, "Of course! I need to be there for my country, just like in those other few attacks-" He stopped in mid-sentence, realizing what he had just said. His face paled a bit but he looked away, gently fingering the coffee cup nervously. He had been hiding it for so long and now he had managed to blurt it out. Just my luck. Alfred thought to himself, trying to avoid any eye contact from Arthur.

"Umm.." Alfred knew that it was no use trying to hide it and if he wanted help, he might as well just tell the truth. "I think it's been going on for a couple of days, maybe even a few weeks. I lost track after the third or fourth one." He shuddered slightly as he remembered all that happened in the last attacks. So much people died... Alfred pushed the thoughts away determinedly. He still wasn't looking up at England though.

Alfred stood up too, blue eyes flaring with anger, "Well, can you take a guess? I have no clue who was attacking me and I couldn't put my country and people in danger if I told anyone!" He snapped. Alfred didn't mean to appear so angry to Arthur, who was actually helping him. but all of this was taken its toll on him and he just had to let it out. His reason was pretty invalid but it was understandable. The pain in his arm stopped but it left him feeling numb in the arm all the way up to his shoulder.

Alfred's gaze softened and he managed a small smile, "Thanks." He still didn't understand why Arthur was helping him, for Alfred didn't really do anything special for him. He had the urge to ask but kept his mouth shut, not wanting anything stupid to fly out unintentionally. Alfred slid down to the couch, resting his head on his uninjured wrist. He still felt tired for some reason, even though he had drank coffee. Maybe it was because he spent countless of nights awake because of everything going on? That seemed to be the most reasonable theory. Alfred was struggling to keep awake, slipping away for a few seconds just to wake himself up before he managed to go into a deep sleep.

America got lost in his thoughts, trying to figure out who was attacking him like this. Japan? No, Japan didn't really have a grudge against America unless he was still mad about losing the war to America. France? No, France wouldn't be stupid enough to attack America. Frustration sparked in Alfred's chest as he tried to sort out who possibly could be attacking him. The nation gave up and turned on his side, finally giving in to sleep.

ooc; yep! Do you wanna start or do you want me to? c:

ooc; Alright!

ic; Alfred blinked his sapphire eyes open, feeling a bit confused at first. He sat up, looking around for a moment before running a hand through his messy blond hair. He glanced at the clock, which read: 9:00 a.m. in large numbers and letters. Alfred tilted his head to one side then slid off of the couch, raising his arms way above his head in a stretch. Once he raised his injured arm, he instantly winced. It felt stiff and numb, just like the aftermath of the attack. Alfred's eyes wandered over to Arthur and he felt his cheeks redden a bit. Alfred switched his gaze away and he groggily stumbled into the kitchen, grabbing his cup of coffee which was about halfway filled with leftover coffee from last night. He leaned against the counter, back facing the front of the kitchen.

Alfred glanced back and raised an eyebrow mischievously, "But what if I want to be loud?" He grinned devilishly and walked out of the kitchen, leaning against the couch. He sipped some of his coffee, making sure that it wasn't decaf. "Anyway, its not possible that you're more lazy than me!" He teased, patting the pillow that was over Arthur's face gently. Alfred seemed to be in a better mood than at night and the life came back into his blue eyes.

ooc; Sorry for the late reply, I went on an unexpected two-day sleepover xD

ic; Alfred's eyes widened in surprise, "You still look out for me? I thought you hated me because of-" He cut himself short, knowing that none of them needed reminding of that event. It would just make them more tense and more awkward with each other. Alfred pushed those thoughts away, stood up and sipped his coffee. He didn't care about making himself more presentable though. It was his house and he believed he could actually look like he's been through a tornado and enjoy it.

America had no time to react and he instantly got hit by it. Alfred's eyes sparked with mischief and he grabbed the nearest piece of clothing, which was a shirt. He threw it at Arthur, grabbing a pillow for protection before ducking behind a couch as if it was his fort. "Haha, he can't get me now!" Alfred muttered under his breath, holding the pillow above his head for protection. Alfred's worries seemed to be gone at the moment and his childish spirit seemed to come back.

Alfred's pillow couldn't protect him now. He was ambushed with a bunch of random stuff England threw. He clutched the pillow to his chest, trying to block the stuff from hitting him but he failed. America started to laugh, a real one, not one of his fake ones he did when he went to some of the World Meetings. "I surrender!" He lied, hoping that he would be able to trick Arthur into believing that.

Alfred popped up from his hiding place, where he had been 'ambushed', "Clean up?" He echoed, as if he didn't know the meaning of those words. Then he grinned, blue eyes shining, "Okay, dude. I'll help clean up." He would have protested but he wanted to take his mind off the attacks, even if it meant cleaning up. Alfred put the pillow he used for protection back on the couch, "Done!"

Alfred smiled, "Well, I don't plan on doing for a couple more years! And anyway, if no one can't get through, I'm sure terrorists won't be able to!" He laughed nervously, suddenly being reminded of everything that happened in the last few days. America ran a hand through his blond hair, trying to shake the thoughts away. "If you want to make my house clean, be my guest, dude!" He chuckled, leaning against the wall.

Alfred giggled softly, nearly stumbling, "Exactly! I'm too lazy to clean it up and no one else will so... it's left a mess!" He grinned, shoving Arthur in the side too to get back at him. The coffee was starting to take its effect on Alfred. Soon, he would be bouncing off walls and talking nonstop about the stupidest and weirdest things.

America blushed fiercely and he had to turn away to keep Arthur from seeing him. But to tell the truth, Alfred didn't really want to move away. He laughed a bit, "I guess my Xbox doesn't like you." He meant it in a funny kind of way and it didn't really mean that Alfred didn't like Britain. Alfred's thoughts were whirling and he had to push them away for them to not cause them a headache.

Alfred's blush was really starting to get more and more noticeable buy the mere seconds, "Um..." Alfred couldn't really find his voice and he was a bit glad, thinking that something stupid could fly out without him wanting it to. He looked down nervously, hating the silence between them. One of them had to break the ice but Alfred didn't want to be the one to do it.

Curiosity glinted in Greenland's ice blue eyes, "Really? What's it like, living alone?" Malik asked, wondering what life would be like if he lived alone. Kind of lonely and probably sad, in Malik's opinion. Even though he though his family was annoying as hell, he didn't know what he would do without them.

America's eyes widened and he instantly looked up, "Wha-?" His hand went up to his cheek for a moment but then he lowered it, face almost as red as a tomato. "Wait... does that mean...?" His voice was filled with half-confusion and half-hope. He hoped that Britain wasn't joking with him, since Alfred didn't enjoy having his feelings played. His heart thumped against his chest wildly, almost hurting from the harsh beats.

Alfred's blue eyes widened but he forced a smile, "O-oh. I'm sorry..." He stuttered nervously, not wanting to pressure Arthur. The American was silent for a moment before saying, "It's okay if you don't feel the same way." Realization hit him in about three seconds flat and Alfred turned away in a stage of panic. Was I always this narrow minded before? He thought to himself, wishing he would just vanish right now.