Character: America [Alfred F. Jones]
Fandom: Hetalia
OC: ____
I set my keys and purse on the table. While walking to the living room I shrugged my coat off my shoulders and called out, “Alfie? Are you home?”
I checked the everywhere then finally headed towards our bedroom. As I quietly walked across the carpet I heard soft sobbing. I opened the door and found Alfred sitting on the floor surrounded by a few random trinkets from the time he was a part of England. Oh, Alfred.
Tears started to build up at his figure. He was just sitting there with a hand on his forehead, softly crying as he gazed at these things. He stopped suddenly, noticing my appearance and tried to wipe his tears away.
Rushing down to him on my knees, I held his hands, “No, honey. Let it out. You've been trying to play the hero ever since you won the war. I think it’s time you let it out. It’s okay to cry, it’s okay to be sad about this.” As I wrapped my arms around his shoulder he leaned into my embrace. I set my head on his and rubbed his back.
Alfred sniffed a few times and said, “I hurt him, babe. I know I had to but… You didn’t see his face that time. And I know that while I’m here… being sad… He’s… He hates me! How can I ignore that?! He was my big brother!” I could feel the tears start to soak into my shirt and I let a couple tears escape. I never liked seeing anyone sad, especially my boyfriend.
“Shh… it’s okay… And Arthur doesn’t hate you-”
“How do you know?”
“Like you said before, he was your big brother, he loved you, Alfie. He still does… He was just upset when you left, but I’m sure he’s over it now. I think… I think he was just being overprotective before. He didn’t want to see you grow up and be a country yet you became one anyways- A great one at that. I think he’s proud, even though it may not seem like it.”
As I glanced down I noticed his tears had stopped and he just sat there, processing what I told him. I took the opportunity to sit in front of him and wipe his tears away. I stared into his blue eyes and took off his glasses, setting them aside. He let his eyes close as I gently wiped them.
I left my hands on his cheeks and smiled, “Better?”
He nodded slightly and sniffled, “Yeah… I guess that makes sense… Hehe, maybe I’ve been overreacting to this.”
I rubbed my thumb against his cheek and said, “I think you’ve just been too hard on yourself.”
Alfred breathed deeply and huffed, “I must seem totally lame right now and so not like a real hero.”
Quickly, I pecked his red nose, “You are a real hero. And hey, have you even watched your own superhero movies? The heroes always cry at some point.”
He grinned, “Yeah, and they always get a kiss too. So where’s mine?”
I let my hands drop and narrowed my eyes at him, “I already gave you a kiss.”
He rubbed his nose, “What, that?! That was nothing!! I mean a real kiss, like this.” He leaned forward and passionately kissed. He grabbed my waist but couldn't pull me closer from our positions. I settled into the kiss making it more passionate. Right when I was really getting into it, he pulled away.
A few seconds later I opened my eyes and pouted, “Why did you stop?”
He laughed, “I was just giving you a demonstration. You have to kiss me like that!”
I blushed since he was waiting expectantly for this kiss. I felt a little self-conscious for a moment but quickly threw that thought away. I pulled him in by his shirt and kissed him just like he had kissed me. A few minutes later, when we needed to stop to breathe, he just looked at me.
“What?” I questioned.
“Nothing,” he shook his head and smiled. “I was just staring at you ‘cause you’re so beautiful.”
I smiled in thanks, “Well look at you. Just a while ago you were sad and now it’s like you’re same old happy America.”
“Well that’s ‘cause I have nothing to worry about anymore and I got the best birthday present.”
I laughed and tilted my head, “And what is it?”
He grinned and itched his cheek with his finger, “Well, you comforted me, you kissed me, you’ve been staying with me… So… you. You’re the best birthday present!”
I laughed some more, “But I didn’t give you something new.”
“That’s okay. All I need and want is you.”
I reached over and hugged him, “You silly man… I love you.”
Alfred pulled me into his lap and kissed the side of my head, “I love you too, ____.”
