All you wanted to do was relax. To take some time to smell the roses, or should I say hamburger wrappers.
Ah yes, that lovely smell of old hamburgers that still linger around the house after a week because your master didn't throw them away. And seeing how you have to pick them all up, you didn't like it so much.
Having a loud mouthed American running around making a muck of things when you just cleaned up that spot get a tiring after a while. Sure, if he would let things stay for more than five seconds you wouldn't mind it as much.
But today you were at your wits ends.
"Alfred F. Jones!" You screamed while crossing your arms and tapping your foot. "Get your hero ass over here now."
After you finished you yelled you could see the blonde poke his head out of the kitchen. A hamburger in his hand and a Coca-Cola can in the other. "What's up brah?" He questioned innocently, not sensing the mood at all.
"You, sit." You commanded pointing to the couch while your other hand rested on your hip. Hearing him gulp the American slowly made his over the red couch.
You walked around slowly picking up wrappers of burgers and an old McDonalds' bag that was just lying around. After grapping the evidence you walked back to Alfred. Holding both pieces of garbage.
"Alfred," You sighed your master's name. "I'm getting tired of picking up all this crap! I mean really, is it so hard to just throw it away?" You scolded as if the strong American was just a small child. Sometimes you thought he was one.
"W-well…" Alfred stuttered shifting his eyes so he didn't look at your anger, yet very hot when angry, face. "I guess not really hard?" He finished with a sheepish smile trying for you to just give it up already.
Oh, no. You were not letting up anytime soon if you could help it. Not every day could you get that loud mouth blonde to listen to you. Sense you have him in your grasp, you're not letting go.
Slowly you began to tap your foot in annoyance wanting a better answer than the one that was given to you. Your glare stayed start, in fear you might just give in. But Alfred on the other hand just sat there now finding the wall very interesting and slipping on his Coca-Cola.
Now having an idea pop into his head, Alfred looked up at you and extended the arm that had the Cola. "Want some, dude?"
You sighed and shook your head rubbing your forehead, feeling a headache coming on. "No, Alfie. I don't want your Cola nor any other fattening food you have around this house!"
A pout played at the American's lips, hurt by your words. But soon another idea formed in his simple mind. That pout was quickly turned around and turned into a smirk. He set down his burger and Cola down quietly on the end table.
Standing up from the couch he walked over towards you and wrapped his arm around your waist. Spinning you slightly then into a dip, so you were now tipped back and your faces only millimeters apart.
Having this close of contact and what the way Alfred was looking deeply into your eyes you couldn't help but to blush. 'He's going to kiss me!' You inwardly squealed, having a moment of complete joy.
"What if I let you drink it from my mouth?" Alfred asked seductively. Wasn't quite the action you wanted, but would take it none the less.
"How about you just kiss me?" You answered back teasingly.
The smirk found its way back onto the blonde's face. "Eh," He shrugged slightly. "I'll take it!" And with that he kissed you and of course you kissed him back loving the moment.
~ Co-co-co-COLA! ~
Awww, isn't it sweet? I finally ended a story were things didn't get messed up!
Idea came from Ouran High School Host Club where it was Tamaki and that random girl with the coffee… Don't question my logic!