This is the first fanfiction I ever wrote. Its not great, fluffy and America is alittle occ but enjoy anyway :D

Although some may find it hard to believe, America sometimes liked sitting around, doing nothing and just relaxing.

Right now he was sat on the end of his couch, legs stretched out and resting on his heels. One arm on the arm rest and the other draped across your back.

After a long day of playing video games, eating junk food and making prank calls, you had fallen asleep on your best friends lap.

You would never admit it but you had a crush on the Superhero wannabe. He was always making you laugh, not to mention the two of you had so much in common. You had never been a fan of horror films, you loved killing zombies on your beloved xbox and you loved reading comic books about superheroes.

Alfred let his head fall back as he stared over at the flashing television screen. Something about architecture. Boring.

After scanning the room he spotted the remote on the opposite side of couch.

Slowly, as not to wake you, he stretched as far as he could, but sadly his fingers hardly even brushed the plastic surface. After weighing out the likelihood of waking you if he tried again, he decided against it and instead let his arm fall back to you.

Rolling his head a little he found a comfortable spot, leaning against his shoulder and began to watch you. He loved watching the way your body rose and fell as you breathed.

Soon after he started drawing circles up and down your back with the tip of his index finger. Eventually he moved up to your shoulders, until he reached your soft [H/C] hair. He then began to play with it, brushing and braiding it the best he could with one hand.

Below you yawned. Alfred had unknowingly woken you in his struggle for the remote, but you were enjoying the way he was caressing your back and fiddling with your to much too much to mention anything.

Alfred carried on like that for a while before he noticed your breathing had lighted up.

"You awake?" He asked as he ran his hand to your face and stroked your soft [S/C] cheek.

The gig was up. You sat up and extended your arms as you stretched.

God. Everytime you looked you were shocked by just how handsome he really was. Currently his hair was wild and sticking out, he had dried ketchup on the corner of his mouth and his blue eyes were shining brighter than you thought possible in the dim TV light. He just looked so... so... amazing.

"Just about" you mumble. For a moment you forgot all about being friends and gave into your impulse.

You lean up to his face and plant a chaste kiss on his cheek, and another on his smooth pink lips.

And too you surprise, he kissed you back.

Yeah, well, that was interesting.

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