It wasn't long before we finally got to the hotel, and when we got there I burst out of the car
"Ugh, between that damn wait in the airport, the flight, and this damn cab I have been sitting for way too- AHHG!" I was thrown off balance by a patch of black ice I had unwisely stepped on.
Alfred made a grab for my wrist and pulled me up before I hit the ground, and in one swift motion caught me, and sat me back down in the car. "How about you pay the driver while we get the bags, then we'll work on getting you inside without an accident, sound good?"
I huffed. "Fine," I added quickly, "not because I want to though, I just know you won't let me say no."
He gave a little half smile, "damn straight Kat." I rolled my eyes.
-Third person-
Alfred walked around to the trunk with England and France to get the bags while leaving Kat to figure out the payment in Swiss Francs. He handed England a duffle. "Don't let France get into that, its Kat's." England scoffed. Alfred gave him a puzzled look, "what?"
"You know, you get so damn defensive about her sometimes, and-" he shot a look back at the car before lowering his voice to say, "I've known you long enough to tell that you fancy her… I don't understand why you would put her in a position to possibly fall for Russia, bloody Russia. Or make him fall for her… and god knows what he might do to her… I figured you had a plan, so I went with it, but I want answers. Got it?" Alfred bit his lip as he grabbed what must be England's trunk, it was old leather, and had those old fashioned stamps that made you think he's had the same suitcase since 1924.
He paused as he pulled out his bag, "Well, to be fair, I don't expect it to work… she's not going to fall for him, and Russia's cold, I doubt he's capable-"
"I finished!" Kat popped up behind him, interrupting, "and I think I figured out-"
"Didn't I tell you to wait in the car! Knowing you Kat you'll slip on the ice and cause a 3 car pile-up!" America said frantically as he grabbed her shoulders and shook her a bit. He was a little scared she had heard what they had been taking about; he didn't exactly want Kat to know what the previous conversation had been centered on.
"HEY!" she pulled his hands off of her shoulders and said impatiently, "I know its icy now, so I'll be more careful. You know, I don't always have to be treated like a disaster!" she snapped at him. She turned sharply and dragged her suitcase and duffel. She had almost made it to the steps when she started to trip.
"She really is hopeless isn't she." England said in a pained voice as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Completely and utterly hopeless…" Alfred laughed, "She still doesn't give up though… I gotta say... I really like that about her. I'll finish explaining at dinner. I promise," and with that he ran to go and try to catch Kat.
-Back to Kat's point of view-
"Whoa!" I frantically made a grab for the railing. I let out a big sigh of relief as I started to pull myself up. Then I got rammed into from behind.
"GAAAAHHHH!" I hit the ground with a loud 'oof' and I heard my boss start rambling.
"Sorry Kat! I saw that you were falling and I was trying to-"
"Shut up!" I cut him off quickly as I held my hand to my head. "Just… shut up!" I huffed as I got up. "I'm going to check us in. I scrambled to my feet.
"I really am sorry Kat…"
I sighed, "I know Alfred, sorry for snapping." I gave him a smile. He shrugged.
"I did barrel into you."
I smiled and nudged him lightly, "you're probably the biggest goof I've ever met."
He smiled, "What do you mean by 'probably'? I am the biggest goof you've met" he got up and helped me to my feet. "Oh, and Kat, you know you don't speak any Swiss dialect, right?"
She rolled her eyes, "Shut up, I'm sure they speak English, and my Italian isn't half bad!"
