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The only World Cup that matters

WHO: AMERICA VS CHINA
TONE: QUIDDIIIIIIIIIIITCH
RATING: PG
WHEN: Saturday and Sunday
WHERE: A foggy moor
WHAT: The Quidditch World Cup!
STATUS: On going!

[[Mod Note: The actual announcing of which team won will be made in a separate comment later on. For now, just use the log for all the fun camping that goes along with this. It's America vs China because they're the top two in the Olympics currently.]]

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"They hardly need a reason." Just like Alfred had never needed one, but bullies rarely did. At least, at the end of it all, Alfred was occasionally nice to him and didn't do things like hex his hair different colours in his sleep.

But the American was trying to be nice and Arthur bit back what he wanted to say in favour of muttering something along the lines of 'and you'll be the one to do that I suppose'. As nice as having someone would would actively keep William and Phineas off his back would be, he wouldn't have asked anyone to face them down. They were both intelligent, capable wizards for all their other (obvious) flaws and neither of them would hesitate in petrifying someone and leaving them in the middle of the street.

"Don't be so ridiculous. Besides, I told you, they have better things to do. I'll not have anyone hurt by them on my account, not even you."

"No, Arthur. You're wrong. They need a reason. That they ain't thought of a good one is unfair to you. I'm just saying. But so long as they got better things to do, I ain't got a problem with 'em."

He looked to the right, as if he was really far more interested in the booth next to them than what he'd just told Arthur...which of course was bullshit.

At least until he caught sight of something he liked.

"Ohman! Arts, look! Peanut M&Ms! Dude, these are totally the best!"

Sssh, the language of candy is universal. And Alfred was easily pleased. Also he's an idiot who likes chocolate coated nuts.

The temptation to point out that Alfred had been picking on him for no reason for the past five years was almost too much to resist, but then the other was abruptly distracted by sweets and Arthur found himself simply rolling his eyes and performing an abrupt turn to follow him to where he'd run off to.

"Bloody hell, Alfred.. they're just sweets, what are you getting so excited about?"

Not that Arthur doesn't like sweets. Because he does.

Quite honestly, if Arthur pointed it out, Alfred would end up apologizing and looking guilty. He did really feel bad for it now.

But he wasn't thinking about it now, because he really wants these M&Ms. And he's more than willing to share them. He bought five of them, shoving two into his pocket, then holding three out.

"Here. You can have some! And there's one for Victoria, I didn't forget she likes candy, and I'm sure she'll like these~" he remarked with a wide grin. "I think you'll like them too, and that's why I bought you more than one!"

He really did seem excited to have spent some money on Arthur. Terribly so, like he's just gotten a present himself. Like he'd told Maxim before, he'd been feeling a really strong urge to be nice to Arthur, and not just to buy him a ten foot long snake doll.

"Er.. thanks."

He took the packets, pushing two into the bag along with the rest of the things he'd bought and opening another. It might be best not to tell Victoria that they'd come from Alfred.. she'd probably think they were poisoned or jinxed even if Arthur told her that he'd been standing right there when they'd been purchased and no such thing had happened.

Green eyes flicked about the gathered crowds as he crunched one of the M&Ms between his teeth and shot another sidelong look towards Alfred. So he was really serious about this, huh.

"I wouldn't have imagined you'd think of Victoria," he commented, rolling another M&M between his thumb and forefinger. "You know she doesn't like you very much."

"No problem," Alfred said lightly. He was going to save his for later, he wasn't really in the mood to snack. Not when Arthur was there, he was too nervous.

"Uhm...yeah, I know she doesn't really like me. But I thought maybe this could be a bit of a peace offering if you do happen to tell her it's from me. And y'know, I do pay attention to things. Sometimes..."

He looked over at Arthur thoughtfully.

"I know she's your favorite cousin. Amelia picks on you too much, right?"

"I guess I'll have to go about it delicately," he said, crunching another M&M and frowning up at Alfred when he spoke again. He was rather sure that the other boy liked his cousin far more than he did, but then he'd never really been one to tread lightly for fear of hurting someone's feelings. There were precious few people he would be so careful with.

Alfred wasn't one of them.

"She attempts to pick on me, but she's never been quite up to the task," Arthur replied, shrugging and drifting over to a stall to inspect some figurines. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure Alfred had followed, then went on. "And I have no problems hitting her back if she decides to follow my brothers' example."

Alfred looked a little scandalized at that.

"But I thought we aren't allowed to hit girls! It's like a man-rule, isn't it?" he insisted, following after Arthur. He wouldn't really argue the point but...it was just the way he was brought up.

Maybe with Arthur it was different.

"Anyway she isn't that bad. She's just really...you know, interested in me. But I guess she doesn't pick on me that much, so I'm biased."

"Amelia doesn't count." Not that she didn't count as a girl, she was just one he had no objections about hitting. Of course, if it came right down to it things might be different, but he'd have to be in the situation, first..

He frowned a bit and picked up a small model of a broomstick, turning it over in his hands and then letting it go. It flew in circles over his palm, and he smiled.

"Of course she doesn't pick on you."

Alfred watched the broomstick quietly for a moment, then flicked his gaze up to Arthur's face, and well...he couldn't help but to smile himself, just a bit. Arthur looked so nice when he was smiling. His brow relaxed and his eyes looked kinder. He just...looked younger. More his age.

"Sometimes I wish she'd quit trying to be coy with me. I don't really fancy her," he said offhandedly. "I did take her on a bit of an outing at camp, but I was just bein' nice."

Not like I fancy you.

Except he wasn't going to say that. Instead, he reached out to prod the model, making it jolt out of it's flight path, but it corrected itself easily.

"Want it?"

One of the most common things for Arthur to hear from his mother was that he scowled too much. She would often say it made him look like his father, which it did, but such comparisons would usually only lead to a deepening of the expression until she could find some way to make him laugh.. which she invariably did.

"You shouldn't encourage her if you don't like her," he said, his voice slightly flat as he was distracted by the little broomstick. "She has enough boys drooling over her. Or she thinks she does. I'm never terribly sure."

He twitched in surprise when Alfred reached out and prods the broom. It was a well made thing, to so easily correct itself when disturbed. Arthur placed it down, and pushed one hand into his pocket to feel around for change.

"I'm quite sure I have enough.."

"No, no. It's okay! This one's on me, and it's not charity. It's a gift 'cause I feel like it, so don't get all up in arms."

Even if he did get all up in arms, Alfred had already started digging out his money, and he knew he did have enough. He was quick about paying for it, before Arthur could argue that he was doing it at all, and once it was over and done with, he grinned.

"See, no harm done. Enjoy it!"

He tried to protest, but it seemed to fall on deaf ears and in the next moment the salesperson was handing him a small box, which he pushed inside the bag with everything else. No harm done, indeed. Alfred was trying too hard, but at least he was trying and Arthur couldn't.. really fault him so far.

Though that didn't mean he wasn't still suspicious of the other boy's intentions.

"Thanks," he said, a little grudgingly. All in all, he wasn't used to being.. doted on.

Alfred's never done anything by halves, so it shouldn't have been surprising to Arthur that it applied with trying to woo anyone. And he really was trying to get Arthur to come around...maybe he was just being a little too earnest, but it didn't seem likely he was going to stop anytime soon.

Especially not when he was thanked. It only made his smile widen immeasurably.

"You're welcome~" he commented brightly. "I just hope it makes you smile later!"

Certainly it isn't now.

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