Calling Allie

[Arthur Kirkland]

Arthur read the name written across the bright screen of his cellphone at least five times before believing that it was, indeed, Allie, not Natalia, that he was about to call. The texting experience had a disaster, and he now feared for his life. He'd apologized, yes, and explained that it had been an accident, but... he'd said some pretty nasty things that someone who wasn't the American twins would take extremely offensively.

"Sweet Elizabeth..." he murmured, shaking his head as he pressed the dial button and held the phone to his ears. Well, he'd worry about that later. What mattered now was that he had to talk to Allie, apologize - or try, at least -, and spend some time with her tomorrow as proof of how bad he felt.

He waited, and waited, and waited, growing increasingly impatient with each dial tone. Finally, when she picked up, he didn't even give her a chance to speak before he said, "Allie, meet me at the café by one o' clock tomorrow. I'll treat you to some lunch as an apology for what I did yesterday."

It wasn't a request, but a demand. Almost immediately after the last syllable left his lips, the Briton knew Allie would throw a fit about how he didn't ask her properly.

Damn it all.

[Alexandra F. Jones]

For once, Allie F. Jones was hard at work.

No, not at some sort of sporting activity.

Neither was it a video game.

Or even out socializing with her friends.

She was hard at work on writing on a paper for history. Contrary to popular belief, Allie was not lazy. She was involved in numerous clubs around campus, played all sorts of sports, kept a healthy social life, and somehow on top of all that she got good grades. People said she acted like a stereotypical blonde or -if they wanted to bring in race- a stereotypical American. But the fact of the matter was that she actually had a pretty decent head on her shoulders.

It was just the process of getting her to sit down and start the damn homework that was always a problem. Allie's attention was like the wind- scattered and blown all over the place. Getting her to sit down and focus on something menial as homework was tough. But once she was in the zone, it was like working on that perfect shot for basketball. Complete and total focus. Once Allie put her mind to something, there was nothing that could stop her. And that attitude had gotten her far in life.

So, when her trusty cell phone started going off she ignored it- because dammit she was on a roll here! If she were to pick up that phone, she'd lose that brilliant set of thoughts she had just come up with. It was soooo easy to get distracted and lose herself in a conversation, and she didn't want that happening damn it!

But it was too late. What if this phone call was important? A hero was always available to the people... always put the people's needs before her own. So, by the time her ring tone had reached the "put your hands up they're playing-" she picked up her phone.

Oh. She knew that British voice anywhere. Allie swore he and his sister lived in her head every time she did something "stupid."

Wait what was he saying?

"Arthur Kirkland for all your talk of manners you do not know how to ask a girl out properly, dammit," answered the cheerful, heroic blonde to the other without missing a single beat.

And wait wasn't she mad at him for something? Oh yeah! He was complaining about how American's had butchered "his" language. God! He was like the freakn Queen of England when he started talking about England. One would think he was the all around representative of jolly 'ole England! God. It was probably no surprise that she and her brother (along with others) had started referring to him as "Iggy" to Arthur's eternal annoyance. Anyways, he had been ranting about how William Shakespeare would be crying at the state of the Queen's good tongue had been demolished to. And well, Allie being Allie had retaliated by speaking the ever so lovely tongue of "gangstah" talk. It had gotten pretty intense.

Although now that she thought about it, the whole thing was pretty darn silly. But that was just the way her and Arthur rolled. They had all sorts of silly arguments and yet she loved him. Sure, she hadn't decided what that love meant exactly, but she would figure it out... some day. Maybe. Okay, she was so not thinking about that because it was just soooo cliche if she did.

"And I still haven't forgiven you for yesterday! Don't think I forgot or anything like that!"[/color]

Which was a total lie. She hadn't remembered about yesterday's fight until right this moment. But that was because she was supposed to be working on her history paper, dammit! However, she couldn't hang up. Well, she could, but she did care for the Britishman. And heroes didn't hang up when he was trying to apologize! Although, she probably should do that too. It had gotten way too out of hand.

Ugh!

Why the hell was Arthur Kirkland so damn frustrating!?

[Arthur Kirkland]

Arthur flinched, and his grip on his cellphone tightened.

Bloody prat!, he wanted to yell. I shouldn't even be apologizing to you right now, damnit! I didn't do anything wrong!

Alas, he forced himself to calm down. He'd called for the sole purpose of making peace; it wouldn't do him any good if they just argued again.

...Even though yesterday's argument really was her fault.

"I wasn't asking you out, you twat," the Briton bit out, running a hand through his hair. "And there's nothing for you to forgive me about! You were the one that..." he trailed off, releasing a frustrated growl before finishing off with a, "Well, whatever! You'd better meet me at the cafe tomorrow by one, or else! And dress properly!"

And with that, he hung up, not bothering to hear her response.

She'd come. Right?