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333 Words 5: Four Letters For-"What's a seven letter word for poultry?"333 Words 5: Four Letters For- by PerfectlyMaple
Alfred glances up from the business section of the paper. (and for a moment, he's floored by how fucking adorable they are, eating cereal and reading the paper, like a comfortable old couple or something) "What?"
"Starting with C."
" you mean, like, chicken?"
His pencil scratching is frantic and graceless and Alfred grins around his spoonful of Frosted Flakes. Watching Matthew attempt the crosswords every morning is infinitely more amusing than looking at the stocks. (he knows he should care, especially given his nation's economy and the low-grade fever he's been running for the past few years, but honestly, it's just too many numbers and not enough graphicsand the few graphics they had were charts, the bastard child of the graphics family)
"Three letters for canine?"
He's just so hopelessly bad at these word puzzles. Granted, Matt always seemed to get the ones about nation's capitals, or obscure types of

333 Words 4: Comparative Lit."It occurred to me while I was in the shower that Poe was American."333 Words 4: Comparative Lit. by PerfectlyMaple
Alfred tries to ignore the flash of imagery of Matthew showering. "Yeah, he was pretty great, I guess." Came in handy whenever a certain Englishman liked to flaunt his literary prowess. Bitch, please.
"So was that your goth phase?"
Alfred stares at the Canadian, currently sitting with his legs sprawled in America's lap, hair splaying around him in a halo as he reclined against the armrest. "My what?"
"Or uh emo, right? That's what it's called now." Matthew sits up, crossing his legs underneath his body, crisscross applesauce, and finger-combing his hair into order again. "You probably wore thickrimmed black glasses and wore trenchcoats everywhere, and listened to the 19th century version of My Chemical Romance."
"What are you talking about?"
"Actually, you'd be pretty damn sexy in eyeliner, now that I think about it. It'd really accentuat

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