[it was a good thing that Alfred was strong enough to rip his pants off, but he didn't. He hesitated for a moment even. The fire hurt, but I hurt more that England wa the one who did it. His eyes ere watering from that, not the burn from the flames.
In a move that only the US Navy Seals could pull off, Alfred took off his bomer jacket in one swift movement and threw it high above his head. In the next heart beat he was undoing his belt, flinging it off and flipping backwards in a way that kicked his pants clear behind him. In the next beat he's standing up again, the jacket falling on his head and covering the tears that are falling from his eyes.]
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In a move that only the US Navy Seals could pull off, Alfred took off his bomer jacket in one swift movement and threw it high above his head. In the next heart beat he was undoing his belt, flinging it off and flipping backwards in a way that kicked his pants clear behind him. In the next beat he's standing up again, the jacket falling on his head and covering the tears that are falling from his eyes.]
I can't do it anymore...