would like that!!

decides to call Alfred to invite him over to dinner.

answers on the third ring and is hero-smiling as he says. "Yo!"

rolls his eyes at the greeting, "Allo, Alfred, I was wondering if you 'ould like to join me for dinner tonight? "

about this and grins. "As long as you haven't invited Iggy to cook, that'd be great."

shakes his head, "Of course I 'aven't do you think I am stupid, I want you over for dinner, not poison you." he smiled none the less, I_

"I will be expecting you at 7:30, and no later."

laughs softly and smiles. "I know you're not stupid. 7:30 sounds great! Should I bring something or...?"

"NON, I mean, non you do not have to bring anything, all that is needed is already here" he coughs slightly, he didn't want Alfred to bring_

some horrid so called food from an over popularized fast food chain.

blinks and shrugs. "Alright then. But if you need anything, call me back and I'll pick it up on the way."

"Of course I'll be sure to call if, sure an occurrence does come up." sighs relived that the American didn't push it harder.

looks down at his t-shirt and denims. "One last thing: I don't have to dress fancy do I?" He makes a bit of a face at that thought.

chuckles imagining Alfred in a T-shirt and Jeans looking nervous. "Non, not really, a clean shirt would nice but jeans are fine."

sighs in relief and grins. "Since you're making me food, I'll upgrade to a polo instead of a t-shirt. I'll see you soon okay?"

laughs, "I feel honored, that you would do such a thing. Oui, a bien tot"

smiles and laughs. "See ya then!" He hangs up, going to wash his hair since he'd been in the pool so much today. He gets dressed while his

_ hair is still wet and heads to Francis's soon after.

at his stove, adding the final touches to his sauce and waiting for the spaghetti to soften, then his meal will be complete. If his plan_

keeps up Alfred will be eating completely healthy in no time, for a nation whose seen the American become who he is today, he does not want_

to see him become obese and so unhealthy there is nothing one could do.

just in it for the free food and he doesn't mind the Frenchman's company, so it's a good deal for him. The promise of food has him dressed

_ and beaming heroically at France's doorstep, actually early for once. He knocks and waits for him to answer the door.

turns off the element as the spaghetti has cooked, he walks over to the door, forgetting to remove his apron, and opens it to reveal Alfred_

"Ah, Alfred, mon ami, you are early, dinner is not quite finished, but please do come in."

smiles when the door comes open, eyes traveling down Francis's body when he realizes that he's in an apron. "Thanks for inviting me Francis.

_ I like your apron." He grins at him and comes inside.

opened the door wider to grant Alfred entrance to his home. "Your Welcome, mon ami, and thank you very much." he himself looked down at his_

bright red Apron with 'Kiss the Cook' Clearly written on it, he raised his eyebrow and followed Alfred back into the house. He returned to_

the kitchen so he could serve everything and they would sit down and eat.

laughs softly, thinking it 'very Francis' and following him to the kitchen. He made himself at home, as he tended to regardless of whose

_ home he happened to be visiting.

shook his head at Alfred's behaviour, he take two clean plates from the dish washer and placed them on the counter, and put some spaghetti_

and vegie meat sauce on both before placing the two plates on the already set, dinning room table. "Alright Alfred, dinner is ready."

's stomach growls loudly, audibly, as he gets a good whiff of the spaghetti as Francis sets the plates down. He goes and sits down, smiling

_ at Francis. "Thanks Francis! Smells great!" He tries to wait for Francis to sit down before he starts eating but it smells too good and he

_ digs in almost immediately.

Rolls his eyes at Alfred's antics, the boy hadn't changed since the day Angleterre took him in. "Thank you, and don't eat so quickly you'll_

choke, or something equally as unpleasant."

laughs at this with his mouth full, almost choking himself anyways. "Don't worry. I'm a hero. I can handle it. S'good spaghetti though so

_ it's worse the risk!" starts scarfing down his food now.

finally picks up his own fork and starts eating his meal at a much slower pace than Alfred. "you do realize there is still plenty you can_

have more if you want it, so no need to race through your meal, it's as if you just want to eat and run... I'm hurt" he fakes sadness.

looks up at him and winks, the image ruined because his mouth his full. "If I was going to eat and run, I'd have just grabbed it all when it

_ got done and made a run for it right?"

smiles at Al's expression. "Non, mon ami, that is not the definition of an eat and run, it's when you eat all your food then leave straight_

after wards with out saying a word."

tilts his head and hums at him. "Don't worry, I won't do that. I don't mind your company." this is clearly meant as some sort of compliment

_ and he shrugs with a teasing grin. "I'd at least say goodbye."

laughs,"I'm glad you feel that way, and if you did I'd never cook for you again, and be sure to let Angleterre know how much you love his_

food" hes smile became smug in a matter of seconds.

laughs with him and shakes his head. "Don't do that. It'll give Iggy bad ideas. He probably already has enough bad ideas about me after

_ today." He arches a brow at his smug look. "Naw, I'll hang out with you for a while."

shoke his head, "don't do that, his ideas are bad enough without your help Alfred, what per-say did you do to make them any worse than they_

are?" he was curious, the french were always curious.

flushes lightly and purses his lips. "He saw me naked and freaked out. I don't know why a guy can't skinny dip in his own pool in peace."

chuckles, "I agree a man should be allowed to be naked with question from Angleterre, he complained about it way too much while we were_

together, i believe he's just uncomfortable with being naked."

pouts a little and rests his chin on his hands. "It's not like I was doing anything dirty. He's a prude. It's why he's so high strung."

for a minute," well, he's British, that's really the only excuse I can think of for a man to be so prude, drinks too much tea too, more_

wine would be good for him I think. Speaking of wine, would you like a glass?"He tilted his head in the direction of his wine rack.

frowning a little while they talk about Iggy. "Well whatever. It was hilarious to see him fall down." He glances up at the wine and smiles

_ a little. "Oh, that sounds nice." He doesn't drink wine much but it would be a nice change he supposed.

smirks, "Of course it was, red or white vino, mon ami?" he stood uo and walked over to the rack.

stands and walks with him. He didn't have a preference so he shrugs. "Whatever you prefer Francis..."

"Rouge, it is then." He picks up a particularly aged bottle and goes to get his corkscrew to open the bottle, and pours some of the content_

into two wine glasses for the two of them. "shall we go to the living room?"

nods and waits for Francis to lead the way. "Sure thing! Said I'd hang out with ya yeah?" follows him.