“That. Is. Disgusting.”
“Your. Just. JEALOUS!!!”
“Actually, boy, I’m really not. I have plenty of access to the things but they taste revolting”
“Boy!? I’m all man, In case…
“I don’t wet the bed! And I’d rather be a young boy-which, I am not!-than an old geezer that can’t cook!”
“Take that back before a shove a Union flag where the sun doesn’t shine.”
“I bet you want to shove more than just a Union flag there! That would explain why you were always calling me cute when I was a kid. Iggy is a pedo, Iggy is a pedo!!”
“Shut up, Alfred. I’m serious.”
“Why? Afraid someone important might hear and you’d loose your gentleman status?”
“A true gentleman is judged by the people around him, not his superiors.” He stated.
“Oh, and you don’t count as one of those people.” He added hastily.
“I don’t want to be a gentleman anyways, I’m a hero! And, I’m judging you. A true gentleman wouldn’t make others sad right?” he asked. “Well you can’t be a gentleman because you make me sad!” he smiled. “Plus, you prey on young children, so your defiantly not a gentleman. So there!”
“W- I do not prey on young children! I think you’re mistaking me for someone a tad more obsessed with tomatoes and Italians.” He yelled.
“And what do you mean ‘you make me sad’. I’ve never done anything to prompt such a response.”
“If you don’t know what makes me sad, then I won’t tell you!” he crossed his arms. “And you do prey on young kids. I remember the looks you used to give me and Mattie during bath time! You and Spain probably exchanged notes and pictures.”
Arthur spluttered. “Well I’m sorry I don’t understand the alien workings of that thing you call a brain! It complex enough understanding what you’re saying half the time, let alone what you’re thinking.” He decided it best to ignore the bath time comment, it wasn’t his fault they were adorable.
“Well then fine Arthur. Don’t apologize for making me cry! It’s okay, that’s how you gentleman work. A hero would apologize.” he turned his head to the side and began muttering. “Notice he avoids the pedo comment.”
“Hey, w-wait Alfred. I make you cry?” He cursed at himself for stuttering, but he hadn’t expected that at all.