((Author note: Whoop my first story~ : Sorry it's not much, I had a better story but my computer erased it fff.))

America slid across the marble floor, only wearing his signature aviator's jacket, some shorts and socks. His glasses were somewhat askew, but he didn't notice. He began snapping his fingers and turned around, swaying from side to side. The radio in his living room blared a song, and he sung along with it. " I'm taking a moment, just imagining that I'm dancing with you~" He sang, snapping his fingers to the beat and walked forward, pretending he was on a stage. Some kind of stage. A stage in a karaoke bar, a stage at a concert, he didn't care. Anything to get him away from the emberassing thought that he was completely wasting his free time, when Liberty or none of the kids were there. "I'm your pole and all you're wearing is your shoes~" He turned to the left, stomped his right foot once, turned to the right and stomped his left foot. "You got a soul, you know what to do to turn me on~"

Apperantly, he never heard the door open and Liberty, along with little Albert, walk inside. America's eyes were closed as he sung along loudly to the chorus, probably off-key and sounding horrible. "You got it all, you got it all, you got it all~! You got it all, you got it all, you g-" He felt a tap on his shoulder and opened his eyes, meeting Liberty's own blue ones. She chuckled.

"I knew I'd find you like this some day." She said and kissed his forehead. America felt his face grow hot and he smiled nervously, looking down at Albert.

"… Hi, dad." Albert mumbled, looking up at his father in confusion and perhaps a bit of awe. America picked him up and cradeled him, the child instinctivly clinging to his father's chest. "What were you doing?"

"Eh… Don't worry about it, Al. Come on, let's help your momma with the groceries." He said, hoping to change the subject. Liberty chuckled again and walked to the kitchen.