Signed Alfred F Jones aka THE HERO!!!!!
You had to laugh at his signature, it was just so...him. His handwriting was about as sloppy as his eating, but you were glad it was him. America was one of your best friends but he was also your secret crush.
You were ecstatic that he felt the same about you. You wondered if he would still be up at this time, yeah probably down in the basement playing video games. You quickly changed out of your day cloths and put on a comfy pair of sweats and a tank top.
Alfred wouldn't care that you were wearing pajamas, he would probably be to focused on his game or wearing pajamas himself. After sweeping your hair into a bun, you walked down the long flights of stairs to the basement door.
Through the oak you could hear pulsing music and cheering of a certain American. It was cute how he could be completely content playing all by himself while everyone else was asleep. You opened the door and walked down the last steps to the chilly basement.
Alfred had his back to you as he hit the buttons on the plastic remote. He let out a great cheer when he shot the head off an unsuspecting zombie. You laughed and he turned to look at you. He had a piece of licorice hanging out of his mouth and a shocked expression on his face.
He swallowed to quickly and started choking on said licorice. You ran over and started hitting him on the back until he could breath again.
"Alfie are you okay?"
He nodded and coughed once more.
"Of course i'm okay ____ I"M THE HERO!!!"
"Yes i know. So can i play with you?"
You realized how wrong that phrase sounded but Alfred didn't comment on it. Instead he handed you a pink remote and sat down on the blue couch. He patted the seat next to him and you plopped beside him.
He restarted the game and you couldn't help but move around as you tried to shoot the monsters. Once you accidentally hit Alfred in the side of the head with your controller while flailing around.
Apologizing was no use, he just laughed it off and continues the game. After a half an hour of sitting in your tank top you were starting to shiver. The basement was at least 30 degrees cooler than the rest of the house, the tank just wasn't cutting it.
Alfred noticed your small convulsions and paused the game.
"Hey _____ are you okay? You don't look so hot."
"You're right i'm actually really cold."
"Oh i see...don't worry i'll save you from the frigid abyss."
You were slightly surprised he knew such a word as he searched for a blanket. There were none. He looked around and then gave up. He shrugged his shoulders and grabbed you into his warm arms.
Your yelp was tiny with surprise and he just held you tighter against his chest. He was such a glutton yet he was well built, he must work out a lot. You figured now was a good time to talk.
"I got your note."
He laughed nervously and tightened his grip on you.
"Well i wanted you to know that...well...i love you."
You heard his gasp and your heart stopped. What if he didn't love you? Maybe he just wanted some fun but not a serious relationship? It had happened before.
All noise was gone as you waited for his reply. He turned you around in his arms so that you were facing him. He stared into your soul with those blue eyes of his. They slowly closed as his face descended towards yours.
You mimicked his actions and your lips met. His lips were soft and the kiss was sweet. Suddenly your back was in the cushions and Alfred was hovering over you, lips still attached. He licked you bottom lip slowly and you opened your mouth.
He tasted like milkshakes and cinnamon, a beautiful combination. Who knew how much farther it would have gone had you not suddenly yawned. It was a huge yawn and it broke the kiss and had Alfred laughing and clutching his stomach, still above you.
"Tired are we ____?"
"A little, so i take it you like me back."
"No, i LOVE you back."
He kissed you softly on the lips once again.
"So will you be the Lois Lane to my Superman?"
"I would be honored."
You yawned again and Alfred chuckled.
"Why don't we sleep here for tonight?"
You were already falling asleep as he squished himself between the couch and your body. Your nose was to his chest and you could smell his sweet cologne. He kissed your forehead and whispered a quiet "I love you" in your ear.
He held you in his arms as you slowly drifted to sleep.