It was late morning after America and you had a hump (1), if ya get what I mean. America was still sleeping but you had gotten up early, and like everyone that this happens to, that awkward moment that you are at someone else's house and you are awake before them. You didn't know what to do. So like any good friend/girlfriend you looked around America's room. Looking at all his comics and action figures lying around. There were super hero posters and posters of bands and movies he enjoyed.
You paused at one thing on his desk. It was a little superman plushie you had gotten Al for his 7th birthday. "He'd kept it all this time..?"
You smiled sadly and tears pricked that backs of your eyes.
"I did, doll face~"
You turned around sharply to see America, propped up on his right elbow looking at you, smiling that gorgeous smile of his.
"Why, it was so long ago." America got up and crossed the room over to you in his batman boxers (2). He put his arms around you and said, "Cause it was the most precious gift I've ever gotten."
"It was just a toy though."
"It was from you though, babe."
You blushed deep at this. "Yeah, well, I'm hungry, let's go eat." You walked out of the room blushing, knowing America will follow. He chuckled and followed slowly after you with his hands behind his head. He loved when you got flustered and shy. It was the cutest thing ever.
When he got to the kitchen, you were already getting breakfast. You had gotten out (cereal you enjoy) and were starting to eat. "You didn't get any for me? Your boyfriend!" America tried to keep a straight face whilst pretending to be a drama queen, but it wasn't working. "Find ye own, bud!" you mumbled through a mouthful of cereal. America just laughed and went to the fridge and got out the milk and eggs. "What are you makin'?" You asked once the cereal in your mouth had been totally consumed. "Eggs." He answered simply. You pointed to the milk, "And that's for
"You'll see~" He put a finger to his lips and winked. You turned around and went back to eating.
You heard America start up the stove and start cooking, after some while your curiosity got the better of you and you once again turned around to ask America what he was doing with the milk but when you turned around, something icy cold was dripping down your body from your head. "AHHH!" You gasp and made a slight scream. You looked down at your wet body to see the white liquid; you glared up at America, who held a cheeky smile. "That was for beating me in Final Fantasy~"
"YOU BASTARD!! WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT?! CAN'T YOU BE MATURE FOR ONCE!!" You screamed as you chased a laughing American around the house. Little did you both know, you were forgetting something
kind of important.
You stop chasing America to sniff the air.
America just ran away from you so eventually you just stopped and followed to where the smell was coming from.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLL!!! GET IN HERE!!!!!!!!!!" The eggs Alfred was going to eat for breakfast was on fire.
"Hahahaha~ Babe what is i- HOLY FLAMING PANTIES!!!!!!!!! (3)" Al ran to the small closet that was in the kitchen and grabbed the fire extinguisher, struggling to work it. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" You were about to burst out laughing, despite the kind of situation. America somehow finally got it to work and sprayed the fire.
Once everything was taken care of, America spoke. "So...Uh, wanna go back to bed?"
You burst out laughing. America followed along too as you two went back to bed, leaving the burnt kitchen the way it was.