Alfred/Reader one shot. Personally, I think Alfred's police design is really cool. BUT AGH, I DID HIM NO JUSTICE HERE

You bit your lip, and pressed your foot harder against the accelerator. Thank God the highway was empty; other wise you would have caused a few accidents by now. You looked at your phone in the passenger seat next to you. Oh gosh, why wasn't it ringing? You were mentally panicking, but you were trying you best to keep calm. It was dark out. If it weren't for your headlights, you would have missed all the road signs. If you didn't get there soon, who knows what would happen.

You picked up your phone. "Hello, this is _ _ speaking?"

"Oh God _! Lizzie got in a car accident!" You recognized the voice. It was your brother, Matthew. Your heart panicked. "Where are you guys?"

He hurriedly told you the hospital name, and it was in a town not to far from yours. It would take an hour at most to get there. "I'm on my way right now!"

You heard some rattling and pulled over. You stepped out of the car and looked for the problem. Damn it, you had a flat tire. You muttered a few more swear words then you would have liked. You didn't have a spare tire, and oh gosh, how were you going to get there now? You felt tears prick your eyes. Minutes passed by, but it felt like hours. You wondered if Lizzie was okay, and oh gosh why wasn't Matthew calling? You were freaking out so badly.

A loud blaring sound was heard. You turned around and saw a lone policeman on a motorcycle coming towards you. You broke out into a smile. You waved your arms and the policeman stopped right in front of you. He wore a cowboy hat down, revealing messy blonde hair and had his badge on his brown bomber jacket. His blue eyes had a particular sparkle about them and a grin was plastered to his face. His nametag read: 'Alfred F. Jones'.

"What seems to be the problem miss?"

You voice was meek and you were practically choking back on your tears. "I have a flat tire…"

"No problem! Where do you need to be going?"

You stared at him. Was he serious? Was he actually offering to give you a lift? You quivered a little. "I-I need to go to _(town name)_. Mm-y sister is in hospital there…"

"Well, you wait right there missy." He took out the radio and talked to the person on the other side. He put it down and grinned at you. "Another policeman will come round and drop your car off at your house. " You smiled – this guy was just…. Oh gosh there wasn't even a word for it. "Hop on!" You nodded and sat behind him, awkwardly wrapping your arms around his waist. He looked over his shoulder and grinned. "Hold tight."

With that, he was off. You buried your face into his shoulder. For some reason you felt more at ease. And oh, he was kind of warm, compared to the chilly night air. You both arrived into the town much faster then you expected. With in a few minutes of entering the town, you arrived in front of the hospital. And got off quickly and faced Alfred, only to see getting off as well and parking the motorcycle. He looked at you and grinned. "I'm coming with." You bit your lip and nodded – gosh, this guy…

You ran into the building, with Alfred close at your heels. You slowed down once you entered the lobby, panting slightly. You saw brother, and he caught your eye. He jumped up and rushed over, embracing you in a tight hug. You hugged him back tightly. His thin frame trembled. Oh gosh, he was only fifteen – he shouldn't have been here by himself.

You let him go and looked in the eye. "How's Lizzie?" His expression was so vulnerable and he looked like he was about to collapse any second now. "They got her into surgery because she had a concussion and-" His eyes were brimming with tears. You quickly hugging again, letting him rest his forehead on your shoulder. You pat his head softly.

When he stopped shaking, you both let go. "Excuse me miss?" You turned around and noticed Alfred. You'd completely forgotten about him. His face looked softer and his grin was now a small smile. "Y-yes?"

He chuckled at the fact that you stammered. A light blush crossed you cheeks, despite the circumstances. "I'll make sure your car gets back to your house properly." You smiled. "Thank you so much for helping Alfred – you don't know how much it means."

"No problem! I'm supposed to be the hero!" He grinned again, and you couldn't help but laugh, hearing Matthew let out a few chuckles in the background. He walked off, looking back one last time, giving you thumbs up and a grin.

You were groggy when you woke up. You turned your head and saw Matthew resting his head on your shoulder. You were sitting in the lobby, curled up together. You slowly turned your head to look out the window. The sky was a pale pinkish. You slowly lifted Matthew's head and got up, putting him down gently on the chairs. You smiled as he curled in to a little ball; gosh you had such an adorable little brother.

You walked over to the receptionist. You gave her a tired smile and she returned it. "Is there any news about my sister, Lizzie?"

"Let me check." She went through a few clipboards and then punched in a number. She spoke in a hushed voice and you couldn't hear very well. But then again, you were too tired to pay attention. She put down the phone. "The doctor is coming down to talk to you."

You smiled. "Thank you."

As if on cue, the doctor appeared out of the elevator a few seconds later. He had fair skin and green eyes, with hair. He was sort of handsome. He walked up to you and gave that look that said 'you-will-not-like-what-I-say'. You held your breath. "Hello, I'm Doctor Kirkland." You nodded your head. "I'm _, Lizzie's sister."

He took a deep breath and quickly said it. "I'm afraid to say, your sister isn't with us anymore." He looked you in the eyes. You trembled. Your eyes wallowed up with tears and you tried to wipe them away. "Th-then tha-thank you doctor, for trying." You barely choked out the words. He sighed and wrapped his arms around, as if he'd done this to so many other people, as if he already had.

"I'm sorry." You finally gave in, and cried silent sobs into his shoulder. After a few minutes you let go drying your tears. Even though you stopped crying, you felt like you'd just gotten run over by a truck. Huh, this is what Lizzie when it happened to her. Literally, of course.

A few months had passed since then. The funeral was so long ago, but it was still fresh in your memory. Doctor Kirkland was there. Matthew cried. It was a windy day out.

You sighed and looked back at your desk. Geez, you were procrastinating again. You had a paper due for your English assignment in college, but you hadn't been able to concentrate. Your phone started ringing and you grabbed it quickly, before the other person dropped the line. "Hello?" "Is this _?" You gasped – this was Alfred – if you remembered correctly. The policeman that had been so kind to you a few months earlier.

"Ha-ha, how did you get my phone number?" You could practically hear him grin on the other side of the line. "I'm a police man _. So, I've been wondering what happened… I never got to ask you later."

You told him about what happened, in a rather calm voice, to your surprise. He sounded like he actually cared, which wasn't something you were expecting. By the time you put the phone down, you smacked your head when you realized you'd agreed to meet him at a café.

You looked out the window, then back at your coffee. What were you doing, agreeing to meet a man you barely knew here? You took a sip of coffee, when out of nowhere, Alfred sat down in front of you and grinned. Your eyes went wide and you coughed, putting down your coffee. He laughed. "Did I scare you?"

You gave him a half-hearted glare before breaking out in a smile. For some reason you just couldn't stay mad at him.

He'd come wearing a plain white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of faded jeans. The look suited him, surprisingly.

You chatted about all sorts of things, even though he did most of the talking. He was very talkative, as you noticed, and he was very confident. You were enjoying his company. More coffees were ordered, with the occasional snack. Around an hour passed. He was in the middle of complaining about donuts when his phone rang out the national anthem.

He smiled. "Hold on." He got up and walked out of earshot, and answered his phone. You looked at him, and oh gosh, were you staring at his ass? You blushed and looked away. Where the hell had that come from? You were in the middle of thinking possible reasons of denial when he tapped your shoulder. You looked up at him and saw him grinning. "I have to leave now, but we should do this some other time. Till then, see ya!" He gave you brief kiss on the cheek before hurrying out of the café.

You looked down at the table, blushing furiously. You looked in front of you and saw a few bills and smiled. He was such a gentleman, paying for the food. Wait doesn't that mean this is a- OH GOSH NO.

Clearly, you aren't ready for smexy time with Alfred /shot

...This is the shittiest piece of shit I have ever written in my life. *kills self*
Matthew = Canada
Lizzie = Elizabeta = Hungary
Doctor Kirkland = England (MY WAIFU)

WHY DID YOU READ THIS AND WASTE YOUR TIME AGH.

- What did you like about it?
- What can I improve? (plot-wise)
- What can I improve? (writing-style wise)

Reviews are welcome...