disclaimer: APH ©Himaruya Hidekaz.
rating: K+
summary: America and an intense game of baseball. Winner earns a treat from the loser.

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America: Alfred Jones x Amelia Jones

It was a bright sunny day, which was perfect for outdoor activities. Currently, two Americans were playing a very intense game of baseball in the garden outside their house. Alfred bounced the ball in his palm as he stared at Amelia, who was gripping her bat tightly as she took her batter position. Both of their faces held a very determined look.

"One last game. This one's gonna be real good." Alfred told her from his distance, smirking.

"Bring it on, then!" Amelia challenged, smirking back.

He clutched the ball tightly in his hand and held it between his glove. "Are you ready to face the thundah!?" he crowed.

"More than ever! C'mon, bring it on, Al!"

"Alright then, here we go!"

Alfred lifted his thigh up, swung his arm back, and turned his body in a semi-circular motion. And then he stomped the ground, swinging his arm forward, and released the ball from his hand in full force.

Amelia's blue eyes narrowed as she kept her eyes on the speeding white ball. With a battle cry, she rotated her hips and swung her bat, hitting the ball with a heavy force that could have actually blasted her bat into smithereens from the impact.

The ball was speeding towards Al, and he struggled to chase it, holding his arm up to catch the ball with his gloved hand.

When he thought he was close enough to grasp the ball, it flew right over his head, making Alfred miss. The ball hit the ground, bouncing a few steps then slowly rolled away.

Alfred stared after it in shock. She beat him! She won!

Amelia began jumping up and down in glee, and Alfred rubbed the back of his neck, pouting.

"WOOHOO! YEAH BABY!" she cheered, grinning widely. "Hey Al, remember what the loser has to do for the winner?" Amelia smirked, flipping her auburn hair as she winked at her boyfriend.

"Yeah, yeah…the loser owes the winner a treat." Al grumbled as he removed his baseball glove.

"Exactly," she said, placing a hand on her hip as she held her bat over her shoulder. "and do you know what I want?"

Alfred smirked, walking over to her. Once he reached her he looped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him. "Oh yeah," he whispered huskily. "I know what you want." Amelia glanced up at him through half-lidded eyes, smiling wickedly.

"Then give it to me."

Alfred leaned in and kissed her lips, attempting to deepen it. Amelia gave in to the kiss for a moment, then she immediately pushed him away.

"No Al! I want hot dogs! I'm hungry, and I wanna fill up my stomach before meeting up with our boss!" She huffed, walking passed him.

"N'aaaww!" Alfred groaned, then followed up with her. "Can't we just have the day off?!"

"Not day, Alfie. Not today."

They walked together in silence. After a few minutes, Alfred suddenly spoke up.

"Hey, you can have my hot dog!" he winked and grinned.

Amelia's cheeks glowed red. "Oh shut up, silly!"

Alfred laughed and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close and Amelia let a smile grace her lips, leaning on him as they walked to their house.

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fin

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a/n: Quick drabble between America and fem!America. Recalling that episode where America and Canada were playing catch, I decided to do the same with Alfred and Amelia, since Amelia is known for wielding a baseball bat.

I hope this didn't suck though because it is my first time to write a Hetalia fic (or drabble in this case), especially a selfcest one.

Although I hope you selfcest lovers out there enjoyed! Please review, I'd love to see your feedbacks!