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Meeting Alfred F. Jones for the first time was quite the thing.
His interesting personality; jaunty, obnoxious and definitely loud was a great factor.
With his cowlick - Nantucket and glasses - Texas; it was already like America packed in one.
And for some odd reason, his friends did call him America. Why? You didn't know.
Yet.
...
Alfred came rushing into your room one morning after a short sleepover, as he was begging you to watch horror movies with him - but it all ended badly, with Alfred literally on you, about to wet his pants from his level of fright.
"(Name)!" You heard him yell over the top of his lungs.
"What is it, Al?" You sat up in your bed, pushing your pillow against your bed.
"Want to watch another movie?"
"Not a horror one. I don't need you pouncing on me." Alfred let out a sheepish laugh, rubbing the back of his head.
"Romance then! I know you girls love those things!" You were about to deny as Alfred pulled you out onto the sofa.
No choice.
The movie started to roll as Alfred push the disc in, plopping down on the couch - his head on your lap. You began to pat his head, and rubbing his Nantucket without noticing.
You heard a groan from the American as your eyes shifted to look at him.
"(N-Name)..." You heard him moan out your name. "S-Stop..." You didn't obey as you tugged slightly at his Nantucket, curious of the outcome.
You heard him moan loudly as he bolted upright.
"A-Alfred...?" You scratched the back of your head as he looked away, red splattered on his cheeks.
It wasn't long before Alfred pinned you down on the sofa. You looked into his baby blue eyes. They were clear as the ocean could be, gleaming into your own. His glasses still tucked on his gorgeous face; it was surprising he still didn't have a girlfriend.
"It's been so long that someone has made me feel that way," Alfred began to nip at your neck, making you moan. "God, I love you."
You shoved his face away.
"You don't love me, do you?"
"I do," you sigh. "I love you too."
You pushed him down onto the sofa, changing position and leaned down to kiss him.
His interesting personality; jaunty, obnoxious and definitely loud was a great factor.
With his cowlick - Nantucket and glasses - Texas; it was already like America packed in one.
And for some odd reason, his friends did call him America. Why? You didn't know.
Yet.
...
Alfred came rushing into your room one morning after a short sleepover, as he was begging you to watch horror movies with him - but it all ended badly, with Alfred literally on you, about to wet his pants from his level of fright.
"(Name)!" You heard him yell over the top of his lungs.
"What is it, Al?" You sat up in your bed, pushing your pillow against your bed.
"Want to watch another movie?"
"Not a horror one. I don't need you pouncing on me." Alfred let out a sheepish laugh, rubbing the back of his head.
"Romance then! I know you girls love those things!" You were about to deny as Alfred pulled you out onto the sofa.
No choice.
The movie started to roll as Alfred push the disc in, plopping down on the couch - his head on your lap. You began to pat his head, and rubbing his Nantucket without noticing.
You heard a groan from the American as your eyes shifted to look at him.
"(N-Name)..." You heard him moan out your name. "S-Stop..." You didn't obey as you tugged slightly at his Nantucket, curious of the outcome.
You heard him moan loudly as he bolted upright.
"A-Alfred...?" You scratched the back of your head as he looked away, red splattered on his cheeks.
It wasn't long before Alfred pinned you down on the sofa. You looked into his baby blue eyes. They were clear as the ocean could be, gleaming into your own. His glasses still tucked on his gorgeous face; it was surprising he still didn't have a girlfriend.
"It's been so long that someone has made me feel that way," Alfred began to nip at your neck, making you moan. "God, I love you."
You shoved his face away.
"You don't love me, do you?"
"I do," you sigh. "I love you too."
You pushed him down onto the sofa, changing position and leaned down to kiss him.
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Not Florida! .:America x Reader:.
"Shut up already, Alfred." You slammed your locker door closed and focused on your boyfriend.
The obnoxious American was just too loud at eight in the morning! Sure, you love him and all, but come on; who wouldn't be annoyed with his 'hero' antics?
He mustn't have noticed that you meant the 'shut up' thing, so he continued his story:
"But, babe! You should have watched the movie with me! I mean, seriously; Captain America was like so freakin' badass and the villain was like 'Oh, no! I'm so totally gonna get my ass kicked!' and just it was AWESOME!"
Sighing, you placed your hand over his mouth and glared at him. "Alfred, I swear to God tha
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It was late into the night, and Alfred was sitting on his couch, staring at the ceiling. In fact, that's what he had been doing ever since he woke up, not even moving an inch. People would try to get in to help him, but he ignored all of them, not even sparing a glance in their direction.
In fact, all he could think about was what had happened starting from 2 days ago…
~~~Flashback~~~
"Um Alfred? I have something to tell you…" you mumbled a little, twiddling your thumbs and looking down at the floor, blushing.
"Yeah (Name)? What is it?" he questioned, noticing that you were acting differently then usual.
"Well, I-I like- no
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You groaned as you pulled your bedsheets over your head, your head felt as if it was exploding from the pain. You fell ill at school the day before, and your best friend, Alfred had to carry you to the infirmary back then. But today the illness had only increased, so your mother ended up calling you in sick for the day.
As if it was on cue, your mother came through the door with a bowl of soup she made for you. She set it down on the nightstand next to your bed, and then she pulled the sheets away from you in order to get you to lay in the bed properly.
"I'll be on my way to work now, you can call me whenever you need something, hun" She to
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