if he wears weird clothes to garden in. Like pink gloves and big hats.

doesn't. He wears brown gloves and may occasionally wear a hat to shield him from the sun, but currently he isn't. He also tends to wear--

slightly more worn down clothes considering he's most likely going to get dirty.

can't believe he owns anything considered 'worn down'. But he needs a really big hat!

actually does... he just never wears it in public. In fact he hasn't quite yet noticed the presence of Alfred, even. He bends down to pick--

a weed.

comes up and bends down right beside him, tilting his head to grin at him sideways. "Whatcha doin'?"

almost falls over with a heart attack. "Bloody hell Alfred you scared me." he pauses. At least he got the weed out. "I'm just gardening." he

murmurs

looks at whatever he's got going on. "Really? Kinda looks like you're just pullin' stuff out of the ground."

blinks. "I'm weeding. My garden is practically overrun."

misunderstands that and starts to snicker. But then again, this is England. Oh well. "Arthur, I never knew. Been hanging out with-

Matthew?"

doesn't quite get it. "Huh? What does Matthew have to do with this?" He asks quite obliviously.

snorts and takes a seat in the grass. "Y'know. *Weed*ing?" He mimes smoking a joint. "Pretty big in Canada?"

raises an eyebrow. "Haha very funny Alfred." he sighed, grabbing onto another weed and pulling it out. "I'm done with my drug days..."

plucks a blade of grass and examines it. "Just messing with ya. You gonna plant stuff too?" Better that he changes subjects instead of-

keeping with this one. He sticks the blade of grass between his palms and blows on it, making it whistle.

shrugs. "Maybe, if it doesn't take too long to pull out the weeds. You know it would probably be easier if you helped." Then again he--

didn't expect Alfred to know the difference between a flower and a weed.

sticks the end of the grass blade in his mouth and chews on it. For about half a second, then spits it out. "What, just pull out the green

thingies that don't look like flowers?"

nods then. "These things." He said, holding up the weed he just picked. "And make sure you get the roots, otherwise they'll just come back."

gets up on his knees and examines the place where Arthur's working. He frowns, then selects what looks like a weed and tugs it out. "Like-

that?"

smiles. "Yes. Just like that. Make sure it's not a plant." He said, glad none of his flowers had been pulled out... yet. He grabs another--

close by

pulls several more all at once, clearly enthusiastic that he got this right the first time. "How come you gotta do this?"

, "Otherwise the garden would be overrun by weeds and my plants and flowers would die."

looks at a handful of what might be a combination of weeds and grass, he isn't sure, then dusts his hands off. "You could hire somebody-

to do this for you, y'know."

shrugs. "It gives me something to do. Besides, you seem to be doing a good enough job." He teases. He then gets up and brushes himself--

off, going to grab the hose. Arthur was going to water the plants.

stays with his pile of vegetation, trying to tie a few pieces together. "What'cha doin' now?"

turns on the hose. "I'm going to water them." he states. That was before he accidentally splashed water from it all over Alfred...

squawks loudly and scrambles up. "H-Hey, that's *cold*!"

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blinks, feigning innocence. "What is?" he asks, spraying him again with the hose.

[It's okay, I had to go for dinner real quick myself.]

yelps and takes off running for the corner of the house. "C'mon, knock it off!" Next destination: Arthur's front door, out of water hose

range.

had momentarily forgotten the plants. He was too absorbed in being entertained by this to notice. Besides, they could be watered later.--

"What the hero can't take a little water?" He said lightheartedly, laughing before getting him once more. He would probably stop after--

this, but he couldn't help it this time; he was practically daring him to squirt him with it.

throws his arms over his head to shield himself, but trips and faceplants the grass anyway. "I can take anything *you* dish out, but-

that's really cold and I don't have extra clothes!"

snorts. "They'll dry out!" But he doesn't do it anymore anyway. He then remembers his flowers and moves to water them.

rolls over onto his back and plucks at the front of his shirt. "It's all gross and sticky now. Man. That's cruel."

rolls his eyes. "Get over it." He's half-tempted to do it again if he complains, but he's done for now. He waters another patch of flowers.

sits up, takes his damp shirt off, and flings it at Arthur's head. "Get me a new shirt. You owe me a present anyway."

flails and drops the hose. He flings the shirt back his way. "Like you can fit into one of my shirts."

catches it and wads it up in a ball. "Maybe, maybe not. I wasn't askin' for one'a *yours*. I said a new one."

goes to turn off the hose before staring at him blankly. "I'm not going to take you to a store shirtless."

gets up and picks up the now useless hose, shaking whatever water's still in it in Arthur's direction. "Why not? I look good without one."

flinched slightly at the little amount of water left in the hose that hit him. It *was* cold. "That's... not the point." He blushed a bit.

starts inching very slowly back towards where he saw Arthur turn the water off. "Then what? I'd have a shirt by the time we left."

just sighs. He doesn't notice Alfred inching closer to turn the water back on. "I don't know." Really he does know, it's just he doesn't--

want to tell him he doesn't want anyone else to see him not wearing a shirt. As weird as that was already.

flexes with one arm, figuring his...er...muscles are a good distraction. " 'cause I'd stop traffic goin' out like this?"

snorts but grins. "Not exactly. You'd more likely stop traffic by how full you are with yourself." he drawled.

that's a perfect cue to crank the water back on and blast him with the hose.

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let out a rather loud squeak at that, flailing to shield himself from the water. "Bloody fucking hell Alfred that's cold!" He ran from his--

line of fire, shivering. At least he was wearing old clothes... Arthur didn't fail to glare at the American though. He looked more like a--

an angry drenched cat if anything.

crows victory, trying to spray him again even though the stream falls short. "*Is* it?! Psht, you don't gotta tell *me*."

glares and shivers. "Git." He's forgetting the fact that he sprayed him with it only a few minutes ago.

turns the water off again and tosses the hose aside. "Hey, you started it."

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only comes back over after the hose is off. He doesn't make a comment to that, mostly because he knows it's true, but...

pokes him in the chest. Specifically right on his nipple. "Cold out?"

squeaked, then slapped his hand away. "No I was just thrown into a river." He says blandly.

pinches him instead. "Must have been some really cold water then. You look funny with your hair like that."

huffs, "Well that's not exactly my fault, is it?" By now he's drenched and sort of wants to go inside.

nods. "Yup, completely your fault. You provoked me. Go change. You can get polio from sitting around in wet clothes."

rolls his eyes. "Come inside, I might have something you can wear." He said. Probably not, but he can at least look.

shrugs. He's not as cold now with the wet shirt off but will follow him inside anyway.

takes off his own shirt. The fabric is clingy and generally uncomfortable wet. He had to admit, he probably did deserve the payback. It was-

fun while it lasted.

squints at him for a moment, as though he's studying him. "You need a tan."

rolls his eyes. "I don't tan. I sunburn." He sighs.

"I tan! Maybe you should try indoor tanning. Or spray-on tans..."

makes a face. "No thanks. I'll stick with my sunburns." he grins.

sighs. "Well. At least you won't have tan lines, I guess. I'm hungry."

"I'll make you some food later. First let me get a change of clothes, and possibly take a shower." He starts to dig through his wardrobe.

lays down on whatever looks comfortable and makes sure to roll around.

him a look that says 'You act retarded sometimes, you know that right?'. He finally picks out a shirt and pants.

busy getting his sheets slightly damp with his wet hair. Ingenious. "You act like you got somethin' up your butt sometimes, you know-

*that*, right?"

huffs. "I was going to say you're welcome to use my shower, but now I'm not so sure." He will have to change his sheets later.

flops over the edge of the bed, grinning at him upside down. "Sure you're sure."

snorts. "Uhuh." He walks into the bathroom.

rolls back over onto his stomach, watching the doorway. "Are you gonna take a shower too?"

nods, sitting his clothes down on the counter. He can probably read his mind right now, but he doesn't make a comment.

picks at the blanket idly. "Good. You been playing in dirt all morning, I bet."