"Thanks for coming over to help," said the brunette girl, unlocking the door to her house.

"Sure thing, Tiff! Maybe we could discover some hidden treasure. I'm dying for a new video game," Alfred replied. She had somehow convinced the blond to help her clean out her attic. The odds of them finding anything interesting were slim, but she appreciated the enthusiasm.

The two quickly climbed up the stairs with Alfred babbling all the while about how boring it got without anyone around (she decided to leave out the fact that his brother was only a phone call away). She reached up, unhooking the attic's hatch and almost getting crushed by the wooden stairs. America quickly dropped to the ground, taking the surprised girl with him and conveniently landing on top of her.

"Looks like the hero has once again saved the damsel in distress!" he cheered. "I think he deserves a kiss right about now." He puckered his lips and leaned down, but she slipped out from underneath him. He was abruptly seized by his jacket collar and pulled back up to standing.

"Maybe the hero could help out a little," Tiffany suggested. "But nice try," she added, batting her eyes flirtatiously so he'd follow her up the attic steps.

"Whoa," Alfred yelled, his voice echoing off the walls. "This place sure is full of old junk." A pair of brown eyes was rolled.

"That's usually what you find in places like this," she replied, digging through an old trunk. "Hey! Check this out!" An old part-hamster, part-owl toy was produced from the trunk. Alfred did a rather uncharacteristic thing for a hero to do: he screamed like a little girl. He jumped into Tiffany's arms, buying his hand in her brown hair as if expecting it to disappear.

"What the heck is that thing?" he asked voice still shrill from his screams. She brought the toy up to his voice, causing him to shrink back until the two were about to topple over.

"Calm down, Al. It's just a Furby," she soothed. Alfred blinked a couple of times before getting off of her as if the last few minutes hadn't happened.

"Hey, I remember these guys. It's been a while." He plucked the toy from [Name]'s grip and began making it walk around the room. "Did you know Furbies were banned by the NSA because they were afraid it would repeat national security secrets? What a bunch of sissies that group is."

"Really, Alfred? Do you remember what occurred not even five minutes ago?" She raised an eyebrow at him. He looked ready to defend himself until a smile spread across face.

"Hey Tiff, you saved me from that Furby like a hero, didn't you?" She nodded slowly.

"I guess so, but what does that-" She was cut off by his lips on hers. The kiss was light enough that she barely had time to react. She stared at the blond who was obviously pleased with himself. "You know you called yourself a damsel in distress, right?"

"You just have to ruin the moment, don't you?"

Another little ficlet for you all. I hope you like it. :) ~Des