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Alfred had been out all day, playing baseball. You knew he would be tired when he returned home, but you didn't particularly care at this point. You were feeling a little neglected at this point by your sweetheart of an American boyfriend, because he had been too tired to do much of anything lately. And this pissed you off.
So you had been scheming as you talked on the phone with your friends cleaned the house all day, venturing out only once so you could gather the necessary product, and spending a good two hours prettying yourself up and picking out the short dress patterned with-you guessed it- the American flag. You knew Al loved it when you wore clothes with his flag on it.
The door opened and you rushed to grab the candy bar as Alfred Jones called out to you. "_? I'm home!" You knew this already, of course, as you appeared in the hallway in front of him, looking smooth, trying to be as asexy as possible as you leaned against the wall and examined him.
He was hanging up his jacket, not looking at you. His clothes were dusty, his blonde hair a little messy, but you didn't care. You had been deprived of everything but quick kisses for the past month. When Alfred turned around, you held up the candy and grinned at his somewhat shocked expression.
"What would you do for a Klondike Bar, Alfred?" You say, and he freezes for a moment, before letting a grin stretch across his face as he swoops you up into his rms and heads upstairs towards the bedroom, leaving you squealing in delight.
Your plan had worked.