America x reader Think my girl is... {CHAPTER 3}

America x reader – Think my girl is... {CHAPTER 3}

This whole catch up session was absolutely congenial for _____. She couldn’t remember the last time she was able to converse with someone so liberally, someone who was able to understand each and every one of her thoughts and empathise with the feelings that have been locked up inside her. You see, Alfred was never that great at sensing the mood or even reading the atmosphere, thus lacking the particular virtue which limits the jubilation of conversations as it tends to end with a – ‘…Never mind’.

For once ____ had the spotlight. Completely immersed within the conversation, ____ had failed to notice her friend’s slow yet palpable advances being the rather innocent and pure girl she was. She thought nothing of it until suddenly, a pair of slightly chapped lips began to penetrate her soft strawberry flavoured ones. Though completely caught off guard, ____’s lips began to respond before she was able to comprehend what was going on.

This is too unusual
Never been through this before
Affection ain't the same when she’s around her
I wonder if i'm trippin'
Visions of them kissin'
Now I wanna know the truth cuz…

Upon seeing ____ making out with some girl, Alfred was beyond pissed… he was… he was… there wasn’t a word in existence that was able to describe what he was feeling at that current moment. Perhaps it was due to the fact that so many emotions had bombarded him that all he could do was run the other way, run away from all the confusion and pain.

As he made his exit, running clumsily down the lobby bumping into various people, he had missed the verity that ____ had pushed said friend away stating clearly that the two of them were no more. ____ apologised if she had somehow led her on and explained that she already had someone very dear to her. This unfortunate affair had made it clear to ____, she now understood more than ever that her love for Alfred was not a simple infatuation, oh no, it was more than that. ____ couldn’t, or rather yet wouldn’t allow herself to even remotely consider the possibility of cheating on him. She was helplessly in love with him flaws and all. ____’s friend seemed to understand and agreed to staying just friends.

Alfred on the other hand continued to run aimlessly through the park, not able to think clearly. He ran and ran; afraid of what was to become of him and the love of his life… he couldn’t live without her! Tears began to well up in his eyes and he began to slow down to a halt. Collapsing to his knees, Alfred attempted to scream all his pain away which proved to be futile. He received numerous stares from random bystanders, while most quickened their pace afraid that Alfred was some kind of a mad man ready for a rampage.

When he was able to collect his composure, one thing became apparent. There’s only one person he knew that was able to fix and save his love life. That person was none other than his older brother Arthur. Alfred then bolted without a care towards the Englishmen’s home. He was almost certain that Arthur would help him since he still owed him a favour after the Francis fiasco, a tale that should be left for another day.

Upon arrival, Alfred had explained his predicament, one which had surprised the poor man as Alfred’s speed of speech was as fast as that of light and very incoherent much to Arthur’s dismay and disapproval. However, he eventually caught on after yelling at his brother to calm the bloody hell down and to repeat his speech. Nodding and ever so often taking delicate sips of his Earl Grey tea, he knew exactly what Alfred needed. And no, not a one on one talk with ____, that is absolutely silly. Arthur excused himself and went to his laboratory (in the basement) to recover an item. Arthur explained that it was still an experiment and the side effects were indefinite. Ignoring Arthur’s admonition, Alfred immediately hugged his brother thanking him nonstop, hoping that this would be the answer to his prayers





~*To be continued!~*