Punk!America X Model!Reader: Professionals 9

You remained sleeping at the American's shoulder for the whole night until the plane reached the British Airlines. You were really in a deep sleep, like you had been comatose, even freaking loud rock bands can't wake you up due to your awful tiredness, unlike Alfred who was currently happy-go-lucky-because-he-is-free-these-days. Not that you were upset about it but, Wasn't that kind of unfair? Alfred didn't want to disturb your beauty sleep so he carried you on his back, he also carried your Gucci bag on his other hand. Every girl would with for something like that! or even selling their souls to the devils or whatever it can make their wishes come true! No one noticed that the two popular models were walking in the airport, thanks to the large rimmed sunglasses though you two were the center of attention, girls or old women went "Aww..." they found it sweet like the little sister was being carried by the big brother but you two don't look identical or any facial similarities so it'll end up calling a "young couple."

There was s car waiting outside of the airport. Hell, a Mazda was waiting for you both and then the driver look like a butler, a little bit old with spectacles. If you were awake these times, you'll think the butler's name is Sebastian (common name for butlers.) "Someone" had sent this driver for you and Alfred because Alfred was bad remembering the this-place-and-that-one in England.

"I've been waiting for you arrival, Mr. Jones and Ms-" The butler greeted.

"She's asleep" Alfred said.

"Oh is that so? We shall be hurry and lend her a place where she can sleep." The butler opened the car's door for you two to come in and then, he drove.

"I'm guessing Arthur sent you."

"Yes I am."

'I told him not to fetch us, I have my own car...' Alfred hated being treated like a kid so yeah...

Another rich bastard... You'll think of that for sure. Arthur was also wealthy as Alfred does. The butler opened the door for you two and Arthur was waiting inside, drinking tea.

"You look pale as always." Arthur stated.

"It's only the eyeliner, thick eyebrows." Alfred fought back then Arthur became slightly pissed.

"Anyways, bring the lady to the guest room. __ must be so tired." Arthur said, pointing his finger at the golden brown painted door. The butler helped to carry the bags for Alfred to show respect for the guest then excused himself after bringing down the bag on the long table at the side. Alfred carefully brought you down from his back, careful enough not to disturb your beauty sleep.

"Is it a sin that you're that beautiful?" Alfred smiled a bit then left the room after giving you a kiss to your forehead. That American REALLY like kisses...

"You're not telling us to stay here don't you?" Alfred walked to the sofa and sat improperly.

"Is there any place you CAN stay?" Arthur sipped his tea.

"The Hotel?"

"We don't accept US dollars~ Besides, I feel __ will be in danger if you two stayed at the hotel. Both alone?"

"Are you saying I'm a rapist of something?"

"Who knows~?"

"I'll pluck that thick eyebrows of yours." These two always fight with each other due to their different tastes.

"I'll bloody kill you, hamburger-freak."

"Huh?! Bring it on!"

They clenched their fists on the table and started to growl like wild lion. They were so loud, exchanging words that you'll hate ever.

Fatso.
Arrogant.
King of Pudge.
Thick Eyebrows.
Pale skinned.
Perverted Ambassador.
Glutton.
Old man.

The quarrel ended saying hate-words.

"You two are so noisy!!! Shut the f*ck up!!!" You didn't know what you were saying. You kicked the door open, glaring at them deadly with your weary eyes.