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(F/N) couldn't help but feel flattered, no matter how creepy the room she had just walked into was. There were pictures of her nearly wallpapering the walls of the room, which was obviously a bedroom. Her hand tighten around the hilt of the knife in her jacket pocket when she heard a door nearby open. "You might as well give that to me, you won't use it." Al had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, without his beloved nail embedded, blood stained bat in sight. He had that heart stalling smirk on his face, that made butterflies attack (F/N) insides.
Ever since they had had their first encounter, there had been an eerie attractiveness to America's opposite. Each one of his smirks had left (F/N) melting in her shoes, but he was dangerous nonetheless. "I'm sure as hell going to use it, you could have killed Alfred! What's wrong with you?" Attraction quickly replaced itself with anger, as she remembered all of the things Al had done. Her eyes narrowed in disbelief when Al simply laughed at her.
"We both know that you're attracted to me, even if I could have killed Alfred. I didn't kill him anyway, because I didn't want you upset with me." (F/N) had hardly noticed that Al had closed almost all of the space that had previously been between them. She shook her head at the idiocy of what he had just said and pulled the small, emerald hilted knife from her pocket; promptly pointing it up at the taller nation. His larger hand quickly grabbed the knife by the blade and tossed it across the room, hardly noticing the think crimson liquid coming from his now wounded hand. "Here, just let me.."
(F/N) had been expecting Al to do something awful, but this was unexpected and warm. Their lips were pressed together, both parties enjoying the kiss more than they had ever conceived that they would. She smacked him after they had pulled apart, looking at her hand in confusion when tan make up was left on her hand. She looked up at Al, seeing pale skin where she had smacked him. "What the hell?" (F/N) managed to express her bout of confusion before passing out.
"Dude, she's gonna be so pissed when she wakes up! I'm totally dead!" Alfred looked at (F/N) who was laying on her hotel bed, still passed out. He was dressed like Al had been but was still the same blue eyed American. He wasn't injured as he had previously been tied to a chair. There was panic and fear flashing through his cerulean eyes.
(F/N) awoke to see several faces looking down at her, rage boiling through her system. "Would someone like to tell me what's going on here?" She climbed out of the plush hotel bed, swaying a little as she got to her feet. "Please, don't kill me." Alfred muttered, wrapping an arm around the woozy nation.
"Well, I know that you have been feeling really powerless, as if you can't amount to anything as a nation so I convinced England and Canada to help me out. We set this whole thing up, pretty convincing right?" Alfred couldn't help but laugh at the look on (F/N's) face. "Alfred, you idiot! What if I would have killed someone?!" He laughed again and ran a hand through his hair. "I knew you wouldn't because you totally had a thing for Al and wouldn't kill him."
(F/N) would have punched America, but she was too weak to do so. "By the way, I really meant that kiss." Alfred wiggled his eyebrows at her and winked. "I can't believe you would go through all of this just to make me feel powerful." She smiled softly and kissed Alfred full on the mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck for stability and to deepen the kiss. All of her feelings for what she thought had been Al, were really her feeling for Alfred all along.
Ever since they had had their first encounter, there had been an eerie attractiveness to America's opposite. Each one of his smirks had left (F/N) melting in her shoes, but he was dangerous nonetheless. "I'm sure as hell going to use it, you could have killed Alfred! What's wrong with you?" Attraction quickly replaced itself with anger, as she remembered all of the things Al had done. Her eyes narrowed in disbelief when Al simply laughed at her.
"We both know that you're attracted to me, even if I could have killed Alfred. I didn't kill him anyway, because I didn't want you upset with me." (F/N) had hardly noticed that Al had closed almost all of the space that had previously been between them. She shook her head at the idiocy of what he had just said and pulled the small, emerald hilted knife from her pocket; promptly pointing it up at the taller nation. His larger hand quickly grabbed the knife by the blade and tossed it across the room, hardly noticing the think crimson liquid coming from his now wounded hand. "Here, just let me.."
(F/N) had been expecting Al to do something awful, but this was unexpected and warm. Their lips were pressed together, both parties enjoying the kiss more than they had ever conceived that they would. She smacked him after they had pulled apart, looking at her hand in confusion when tan make up was left on her hand. She looked up at Al, seeing pale skin where she had smacked him. "What the hell?" (F/N) managed to express her bout of confusion before passing out.
"Dude, she's gonna be so pissed when she wakes up! I'm totally dead!" Alfred looked at (F/N) who was laying on her hotel bed, still passed out. He was dressed like Al had been but was still the same blue eyed American. He wasn't injured as he had previously been tied to a chair. There was panic and fear flashing through his cerulean eyes.
(F/N) awoke to see several faces looking down at her, rage boiling through her system. "Would someone like to tell me what's going on here?" She climbed out of the plush hotel bed, swaying a little as she got to her feet. "Please, don't kill me." Alfred muttered, wrapping an arm around the woozy nation.
"Well, I know that you have been feeling really powerless, as if you can't amount to anything as a nation so I convinced England and Canada to help me out. We set this whole thing up, pretty convincing right?" Alfred couldn't help but laugh at the look on (F/N's) face. "Alfred, you idiot! What if I would have killed someone?!" He laughed again and ran a hand through his hair. "I knew you wouldn't because you totally had a thing for Al and wouldn't kill him."
(F/N) would have punched America, but she was too weak to do so. "By the way, I really meant that kiss." Alfred wiggled his eyebrows at her and winked. "I can't believe you would go through all of this just to make me feel powerful." She smiled softly and kissed Alfred full on the mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck for stability and to deepen the kiss. All of her feelings for what she thought had been Al, were really her feeling for Alfred all along.
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-screams- HELL NO I'D BEAT THE SH*T OUTTA HIM I don't like Alfred anymore I USED TO but not anymore I like AllyBear