C for Cat

My Solider Boy

An America One Shot

"Oh Cat you look so pretty all dolled up, you should come dancing with me more often." My friend Lola said as she secured her dangling earring into place. I sighed and smoothed down my short red dress and allowed her to fluff up my black bobbed hair. Dancing wasn't really my thing so to say the least I wasn't jumping for joy being in a dress. "Oh don't give me that look, I bet you are going to end up enjoying yourself tonight." she said applying my make up.

"I doubt it Lola after all the only reason I am going is so you can see your beau without your mother jumping down your throat. Its not like anyone we know is going to be there anyway its a military ball not some high school dance." I said cringing my nose as she sprayed me with girly perfume. I may love my best friend to death but sometime her taste killed me. I was the type of girl who liked to dress casually and stay home with a good book not the type to go out flirting with guys in a dress that barely covered anything.

"I know and I cant thank you enough Cat. I don't know what I would do without you." she said gently placing a red feather in my hair. She took a step back and looked me over once more before saying "There you look amazing. You are going to be the bees knees tonight, I bet you will have all the single boys coming after you." she added with a wink as she shouldered her purse.

"Yeah because I totally want to spend my night being hit on by a bunch of drunk sailors." I said sarcastically folding my arms across my chest as I leaned against the wall. As much as I loved her, Lola took the longest time of anyone I knew to get ready. I was just starting to get annoyed with waiting for her to finish hen the door bell rang and she dropped everything to run and meet her boyfriend, Arthur.

"Good evening love, my my you look ravishing." Arthur's English accent drifted in through the hallway, followed by a girlish giggle from Lola and a sound I could only guess was a quick make out session before I entered the room. I gave them a few minutes alone before I cleared my throat loudly and joined them, annoyed by the clanking of my heels. They quickly separated and with a blush rising on his cheeks Arthur said "Oh hello Cat, nice to see you as always."

"Yeah, yeah save it Artie I just want to go and get this dance over with." I said rolling my eyes as I pulled on my coat. He muttered a small argument about his nickname but since he had seen my temper before, simply followed me out the door with Lola on his arm whispering in his ear. As much as I wasn't into the whole lovey dovey stuff, I couldn't help but smile at them. They were so happy together and no matter how much I might complain it really warmed my heart to see such a perfect couple.

After a seemingly long car ride, filled with girlish giggles and cheesy compliments, we made it to the U.S.O, where the dance was being held. As soon as I stepped out of the car my ears were filled with the sweet melody of swing music and I found my foot tapping to the beat against my will. Lola must have noticed because she grinned at me saying "Looks like someone is already enjoying themselves."

I gave her a playful shove and said "I never said I didn't enjoy the music they would be playing, I just don't think I am going to like the actual people at the dance. Big difference doll face." She laughed and just shook her head before grabbing onto Arthur's arm, along with mine, and dragging us into the building.

As we entered the warm air sent tingles along my face and I was immediately greeted with the smell of freshly baked cookies. It would have all been pretty nice if it hadn't been for the red white and blue on every available service. I understand it was to show support for our troops but I couldn't help but feel they went a bit overboard this time. "Bloody hell it looks like Uncle Sam threw up in here! Who is in charge of this?" Arthur cried out his eyes wide as he too took in the scene.

"That was me dude! Isn't it awesome?" a blonde haired man with the most startling blue eyes I have ever seen asked between a mouthful of sugar cookies. "I figured it would get everyone pumped up when we go take on those nazi bastards! Why don't you like it Iggy?" the man asked poking Arthur in the stomach and I couldn't but help at the nickname he had given him. It was even better then mine! "Whoa who's your cute friend Iggy?" he asked looking me over and making me blush.

"Of course I should have figured you were behind this Alfred and for the million effing time stop calling me that! Alfred this is Cat and Cat this is,sadly, my friend Alfred." Arthur said as Alfred stood staring at me with a small blush on his cheeks and shoving his face with more cookies. "Good lord man, slow down or you are going to choke!" Arthur called out trying, with little avail, to steal the cookies from his hands.

As I watched the two fight over the food, Lola nudged me in the side and whispered in my ear "Hes a real cutie isn't he~ and it looks like he has those knockout baby blues set on you Cat." I blushed and turned away from her but didn't argue for once. She must have been shocked because she squealed next to me "You have the hots for him to don't you! Go ahead and ask him to dance, how could he say no to you?"

I gulped and tried to think of a good reason to refuse to ask him to dance when I was saved by Alfred himself. "Oh man Arthur you spilled my food, now I have to go get some more! Catch you guys later, oh and save a dance for me won't ya Cat?" he cried with a wink as he made a beeline for the food table. After a few minutes of teasing from Lola and Arthur, I was left to my own entertainment, so I decided that some food didn't seem like such a bad idea at the moment.

With a plate piled high with food, I took a seat at an empty table my mouth watering at the smell of hamburgers. But of course with my luck, before I could take a single bite I was surrounded by a noticeably drunk group of marine's. One leaned in close to me, so close in fact that I could piratically taste the alcohol on his breath, and twirling a strand of my hair on his finger said "Hey there sweet cheeks, what is a pretty doll like you doing over here all by yourself?"

I pushed his hand away and with a scowl replied "I am trying to eat and avoid drunk bastards like you. Why don't you go bother some other girl who is interested in drunk egotistical guys like you and leave me alone?" As I said it though I knew I should have probably kept my mouth shut because the groofy grin on his face quickly turned into an icy glare. Just another example of my temper getting me in trouble I guess.

"No one talks to me like that doll, now come on we are going to dance. Weather you like it or not you want to, got it?" he said and grabbed my arm tightly causing me to let out a small squeak of pain. As he dragged me away from my food I tried to dig my heels into the floor but it seemed that he didn't even notice. I was starting to think I was just going to have to accept the dance when a flash of blonde hair caught my eye.

"Leave her alone dude, she said no!" Alfred cried and before the bulky man could say a word he punched him hard in the face causing him to release his grip on me and hit the floor. I blinked in shock and stared at him, he was way stronger then I had thought! After a few more choice words between the two, the drunk man left nursing a black eye, leaving me alone with my new found savior. "Hey Cat are you alright?" Alfred asked in a gentle voice, taking my arm in his hands and staring at the spot where the man had held onto me.

"I am fine but thank you for the help. Its guys like that, that make me not like these things. You have a hell of a right hook there solider boy." I said with a smile. A slow song then came on and I took his hand in mine, pulling him onto the dance floor saying "Come on, I think I owe you that dance now." A blush rose to his cheek but he nodded and,not missing a beat, wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me to his chest. I tensed up a bit at our closeness but after a minute relaxed, allowing myself to rest my head on his shoulder. "So tell me do you always come rescue the damsel in distress?" I asked almost in a whisper, tickling his neck with my breath.

"Most of the time, that's what hero's do isn't it?" he said nuzzling his nose into my hair. I moved so that I was staring up into his eyes and I stood on my tiptoes, pulling him into a kiss while wrapping my fingers in his hair. After I pulled away his face was bright red and he stuttered "W-what was that for … not that I didn't like it!"

I giggled and moving my face close to his said "Because the hero always gets the girl." and before he could say another word, I pulled my solider boy into another long kiss.

A/N: Ok for some reason I absolutely love this one :D I don't know why but I think America back in the 20's would have been so majorly epic none of us can even begin to imagine … yeah but I thought of this story because I love that time period because of its dress and music. And for all of you girls who like the bad touch trio France is up next! Though fair warning he is more … fluffy then usual.