America hummed a tune as he walked down the stairs and straight into the kitchen. He was about to put on the coffee when he noticed it was already brewed. A little alien must've started it and poured himself a cup.
Tony was sitting at the table, drinking his coffee. He made a series of beeping noises and rolled his eyes and the jovial American.
America just laughed, "Sorry dude, I didn't mean to keep you up all night!" He pulled some things out of the pantry and began cooking breakfast.
Tony kept on making noises at him, and America seemed to understand exactly what he was saying. "Yeah, she's still here… Of course she's staying for breakfast! I'm not going to throw her out or something…" The last question made America roll his eyes. "What did you think we were doing last night, playing baseball?"
The alien shook his head, got up and took his coffee into the next room, which was a good thing, as America could hear the upstairs bedroom door creak open and unsure feet find their way down the stairs.
America smiled at Belarus when she came into the kitchen, wearing one of his tee shirts that fit her slim frame like a dress. Belarus seemed a little dazed, glaring at everything around her. "Coffee," She demanded, and America happily poured her a cup.
The caffeine seemed to better her mood enough for her to offer America a small smile. He offered her a plate of food and she gladly accepted. They moved to the dining table and sat across from each other.
The silence was deafening. You'd think two people who spent all night together would find something to talk about, but the room remained silent. It was almost awkward, though America didn't notice, he was too busy scarfing down his waffles.
Belarus looked up from her empty plate and offered America a smile. "Thank you, Alfred." She said, her voice almost a whisper.
America gave her a puzzled expression. "For what?"
Belarus looked down, not meeting his eyes. "For not leaving me."
America shook his head, "Why would I do that? I love you!"
Her eyes snapped up. "Really?"
"Of course, really!" He shrugged like it wasn't a big deal, and went back to his last pieces of bacon.
Belarus jumped up, and held her knife (wherever that came from) to America's neck. "Tell the truth!"
America froze, but acted like he wasn't scared. "I am! I love you, Natalia, more than anything. More than hamburgers!"
She slowly brought the knife down and to her side, staring at him with unbelieving eyes. America stood from the table and looked her in the eye, cupping her face in his hands. "I love you," he repeated, and planted a soft, sweet kiss on her lips.
Natalia wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close and deepening the kiss. America quickly wrapped his arms around her in return.
"Why?" She finally asked, breaking the kiss.
"Why?" America repeated.
"Why do you love me?"
He shook his head. "Why wouldn't I love you? You're smart, and pretty, and you're the only girl I know who could kick my ass!"
She couldn't help but laugh and blush at his words, kissing him again, more passionately then before. Breathless, she pulled away again. "I love you too," she said simply, and kissed him once more.