You were officially out of gas after hurricane - no, post-tropical Sandy.
So therefore, on this cold November night - you stand on the long line of people for gas.
And so far, it's been three long hours. You were close to snapping and just head home.
Your hands now tucked in the pockets of your warm jacket, headphones in your ears and feet shoving the fuel tank as the line slowly went.
You felt a familiar tone ring in your pocket as your teeth chattered again, hand fishing for your phone.
Alfred's name popped up on the caller ID as you hit answer, shivering. "H-Hey, Al."
"What's the matter?" His voice of concern knocked you on your face. "Something that I can help you with?"
"Actually if you had gas, then yes."
"You know no one in the city has gas, (Name)!"
"That's why I'm at the gas station waiting for the delivery." You saw the line move ever so slightly as you follow the flow.
"Which one are you at?" You heard the American sigh through the other line as you gave him the address.
"Dudette! (Name)!" Your head turned as your eyes caught sight of the dirty blonde haired American as he flashed his signature large smile and that silly laugh as he approached you, punching the side of your arm playfully. You saw Alfred take a glance at the line as he stood next to you.
"What are you doing, Al?"
"Waiting with you."
"Are you crazy!? It's freezing out here! Go home!" You pushed him lightly, but he was not moving a bit.
"No," he clearly states from his serious tone. "I'm staying here with you." Alfred just ignores your further arguments as he looks out into the line. You only sigh as Alfred hummed happily beside you, moving slowly with the flow of the long line. People were cutting in line, like normal and you heard Alfred growl under his breath.
Several people in front of you continue to cut in as Alfred heard your teeth chatter. "Dude! Cutting is totally not cool! Stop cutting (Name) and let her get gas! If if wasn't for you people cutting every two minutes, she would have gotten gas already!" Alfred then proceed to cross his arms on his chest and pout.
He was so adorable.
The people only mumbled nonsense you couldn't hear. "Say whatever you want about me! Cutting my girl is wrong!"
You pushed that thought aside as you tugged on Alfred's jacket. "Stop it, Alfie!" Alfred only pat your head as he then nod slowly.
The line continue to shuffle down as people chatter about the limit of the gas. You rub your hands together to create warmth as you felt a scarf wrap around your neck, pulling you closer to the American next to you.
"W-What are you doing, Al?" He then even wrap his arms around your waist, head resting on your shoulder.
"I don't know," he sheepishly replies. "I just want you..."
Does he even know what he's saying?
"Alfred... I love you too..." You mumble under your breath.
"Yeah," you heard him reply as his blue eyes shot up to look into yours. "Me too, (Name)..."
"Alfie, do you really mean it?" You watch him nod as he picked himself up, moving the fuel tanks down the line of people.
"I do. I love you, (Name)." He leans down to kiss you as he hear people coo around you. You only threw your arms around his neck and pulls him down to you, clashing the two lips together.
"I love you, silly." You mumble against his lips.
Waiting in line for gas had a whole new prospective.