Hello! This is letsrocksomesocks95 here. Okay this is my first fanfic ever! *clapclapclap* Anyway, this is supposed to be set after the England vs. USA soccer game on last Saturday. I wanted to post it after the game, but apparently if you're new you have to wait 2 days to post a story. Well here it is. Enjoy!

We Both Won, Right?

"Ugh," groaned Alfred while turning of the TV. After spending most of the game jumping and shouting around his living room, Alfred was able to sit back and drink his beer. Even though he was kind of new to the sport, he had to emit that soccer, er football, was a fun sport. Both his and Arthur's team did a good job.

Speaking of Arthur, Alfred took out his cell phone and dialed the Brit's number. Before he could press the Call button, a loud and rapid knock came from the front door. Alfred walked over to the door and opened it. Standing in front of him was one very pissed off Arthur. The Englishman had a St. George's Cross on his shirt and red and white paint was smearing off his face.

"Yo, what's up Arty", asked the American. He smiled shyly somehow knowing that asking that question was a mistake.

"What's up. WHAT'S UP! YOU BLOODY KNOW WHAT'S UP" yelled Arthur.

"What?"

"That stupid game what's up!"? After saying that Arthur passed by Alfred and moved into his living room.

"Thanks for inviting yourself in," muttered Alfred.

"Bring me some ale, I mean beer or whatever you wankers call it," ordered the Brit who was currently lying on the couch.

Sighing, Alfred walked to his kitchen and got the grouchy man his beer. He walked back into the room and handed to him.

"Thanks."

"So, I'm guessing you're mad over the game," asked Alfred as he sat down on the couch next to Arthur.

"Yeah, I'm freaking mad! We were supposed to win".

"Well, both teams had an equal chance of winning since we're both good. And besides at least we both won," said the American with a cheery smile.

"In your dreams. You and I, no the entire world, knew you Yanks had no chance of beating my mighty team" boasted Arthur.

"Hey," shouted Alfred while jumping off the couch at the same time. " You guys maybe good, but you should never count out the underdog!"

"Hmph, whatever." After that remark Arthur went back to his beer.

"Besides, that Green guy of years sure helped us out," Alfred slyly stated.

The next thing the American knew, there was beer all over in face and shirt. Then a few seconds later the beer can was hurled at his head.

"Owwwwwwww" groaned Alfred. He fell on his knees and took his glasses off. "Was that really necessary?"

"Yeah, it was. Here." The Englishman took off his shirt and handed it to the other man. (There was no paper towel or anything else in the area to use, so he had to make do.)

"Thanks." Then Alfred began to wipe his face.

"Well, I feel better. So what do want to do now?"

"Okay give me a minute. I go clean myself up and then we can head to this bar I know."

"Uh can I borrow a shirt?"

Fifteen minutes later

After Arthur got a shirt and Alfred got cleaned up the two me got inside Alfred's SUV.

"By the way, how did you get here?" asked Alfred

"Initially, I was coming over here to brag about England wining the game. Unfortunately that wasn't the case," Arthur explained.

"Oh."

"Anyway, where are we going?"

"Ever heard of Dempsey's Bar?"

"No."

"Good "

"Wait, what?"

"Oh, it's nothing"

The End

So how was is it? Good, bad, or in the middle? Anyway, I hope you found something you liked. Dempsey's Bar is a bar in New York that was packed with Team USA fans there, so poor Arthur had to go there. So yeah, please review. Reviews are awesome especially those that give advice.