~Dance with you!~
AmericaxReader, (kinda) Highschool!AU
You are walking home with your best friend Alfred. On the way to your houses, you both pass a park. Usually, the park plays classical music around four to five. It's 3:59. Once the clock ticked to 3, it starts playing a song. One of Alfred's favorites you think. When the song starts playing, Alfred stops dead in his tracks and takes a hold of your hand. Blushing at the sudden warm hands suddenly on yours, you ask about the sudden pause of his path.
"What's wrong Al?" Faster than you can blink, Alfred runs to the open field where the song was playing. He runs until you both are in the middle of the field, then he stops.
"Al?" you ask. Alfred lets go of your hand and drops his bookbag.
"I want you to dance with me!" Alfred says grinning. He always loves to dance, but he never asked you. The thought of him being so close to you makes you blush.
"D-dance with you?" you stutter as you drop your books next to his.
"Yeah!" replies Alfred as he takes your left hand and wraps his left arm around your waist. Now your face was as red as a tomato. You and Alfred start moving in syncronization, from left to right, from front to back. You two glide across the field, hand in hand. You look up at Alfred's face, his liberty blue eyes staring into yours. Usually, you would find yourself staring into them. You couldn't help it, they were beautiful. Not that you would ever admit it to him.
His hair is shimmering in the afternoon sun, the rays touching it ever so lightly, it looks like he's glowing. You feel the warmth of his arm around your waist, why is his touch so gentle? you ask yourself. He was basically treating you like a piece of glass. Alfred twirled you, suddenly, the music stops.
The two of you stand there in scilence. His eyes looking into yours with a small grin. You too are staring into his eyes. The scene is so perfect, you could stay there forever.
Then, out of nowhere, Alfred gentle hands cover your ears, as he pulls you into a kiss. Suprised, you stand there frozen, face blooming with a crimson red. His lips move gently and sweetly against yours. Slowly, you move your lips so both of your lips are moving together.
Alfred then pulls away, smiling at you. He picks up both of your bookbags. He holds your hand then starts to make his way home, tagging you along.
"Let's do that again sometime." He says as he looks at you.
"Okay." You reply as he pulls you in for a quick but loving kiss.