Ficlets of America pairings. 1p2p, rusame, caname.
Prompt: "I think my fangs are stuck" and "As your maker, don't ever do that again. Ever." - 1p x 2p
Being alive for 400 plus years Alfred new a few things. That his home had to be well protected so unsuspecting humans wouldn't find him, that really religious items only worked if the person itself believed in said religion, and the vampire he just recently turned in order to save his life should not be making that much noise upstairs.
With a sigh Alfred climbs the steps silently, his feet not making much noise even if he wanted them too. He peeks into the room the new one has been hiding out in. Tommy is clinging to the wall, about 3 feet off the ground, with his face stuck to one of the open wooden banisters. Alfred didn't have to be a genius to figure out what was going on, but it didn't stop him form asking.
"What are you doing?" He can feel his face twisting up in confusion as Tommy manages to twists somehow to face him and yet still on the wall. He smirks somewhat and mumbles out words Alfred can barely make out.
"I thnink my faangs are shtuck," Tommy some how manages to coo at him. Alfred whines and walks over, wondering what in the world possessed him to save and turn this person. He grabs Tommy's head and twists it about, ignoring the other's small whines of pain and his jaw pops free. Tommy rubs his hand over his cheek before cooing at Alfred, slinking right into his personal space.
"Thank you gorgeous," He muses. Alfred blinks down at him in horror feeling his heart pound in his chest which it hasn't done in over 300 years. He places a hand on Tommy's and pushes him away gently.
"As your maker, don't ever do that again. Ever." If he's talking about Tommy getting his teeth stuck or being in his personal space neither of them really know, but Alfred is sure Tommy won't listen to him either way
"you're a really famous actor and i am completely obsessed with you but then i see you getting swarmed by fans one day and you look really distressed so i run in heroically and save you and now we're hiding in a dumpster and you're complaining about the smell and i'm trying to keep my cool as we wait for the coast to be clear" - Russia x America
There is no way Alfred couldn't recognize him. His stature and height were one thing that got attention but the ashen blonde of his hair was unmistakable to him. And everyone else apparently. Alfred couldn't help but let out a distressed noise at seeing the celebrity bombarded by people when they were just trying to get a god damn bagel.
He watches a few minutes more as Ivan Braginsky tries to gently and nicely get past the fans coming towards him, surrounding him, patting at his shoulder in a blunt disrespect to his personal bubble. Alfred grits his teeth, looking down at his almost half empty coffee and makes a stupid decision.
Quickly he takes his coffee and jogs over to the crowd. He mumbles out a quick sorry before opening the lid and throwing the cup in the air, making it rain down coffee on everyone. Some scream and others jerk back in response but it gives Alfred the perfect chance to dodge through the crowd and grab the celebrity's hand. They make a noise of protest at the sudden pull but follow easily enough. Alfred does his best to loose the crowd of people behind them, finally turning a corner tight enough to pull the celebrity down behind a dumpster.
They both breathe slowly as the crowd passes them by, not bothering to check their hiding spot. Once most of the noise has past, with only a few stragglers does Alfred offer the celebrity a sheepish smile. Ivan blinks down at him in a mild look of disgust and gratitude.
"Of all the places to hide, you choose this one?" Is what he says and Alfred can't help but laugh. He runs a hand awkwardly through his hair and pats the side of the dumpster like he's hidden there before.
"Hey they haven't found you yet right?" He says. Ivan pouts but sighs in resignation, taking his bag and opening it to pull out a bagel. He gives one to Alfred wordlessly, pulling out another for himself.
"Thank you, I suppose," He says. Alfred despite himself beams, munching on the bagel thankfully as the last of the noise from the fans finally disappears.
"you work at the new bakery and you have to wear a really cute french maid outfit but you're a guy and it shouldn't look so good but it does and i can't remember my order because i'm staring and are you wearing heels too?" - 1p x 2p
Tommy has been visiting the bakery for years. It's his wind down spot after a horrible day of work and school, finding the atmosphere, the food, the waitress and waiters to be soothing and peaceful, just what he needs. He enters the café, waving to the host who waves happily to him, knowing him now from all the times he's come in. Mattie truly is an angel, sometimes slipping him a bigger piece of cake than restricted.
He takes a seat in his normal little corner table to watch the passerby's, not ashamed of being in a somewhat "non masculine" place. Sure the main patronage is female, but honestly, the tea and cakes are killer.
"Hey there," Tommy looks up to the smiling face of someone he doesn't recognize. They are in one of the maid outfits designated as a uniform for the café, but typically worn by the female employees. This blonde haired blue eyed gorgeous boy blinks down at Tommy with a smile like sunshine and Tommy has utterly forgotten how to think.
"What can I get you to drink?" He knows they are new since most of the servers know his order now, since he always gets the same thing and yet it doesn't stop him from completely forgetting it at the stars in this person's eyes.
The moment turns awkward as Tommy still hasn't snapped his jaw shut after staring. The server rubs at his arm awkwardly.
"Do.. do you need a-"
"Holy shit are you wearing heels too?" The question leaves his mouth as the only comprehensible thing he can say. The waiter blinks down at him in shock and then giggles brightly making Tommy stare once more at the lights in his eyes.
"Yeah, I've been practicing," The waiter says and Tommy swears he is going to come back to the café more often.
"Who wouldn't be angry you ate all of my cereal and faked your death for three years!" - Canada x America
"Who wouldn't be angry? You ate all of my cereal and faked your death for three years!" Matthew shouts at his old roommate, throwing a pair of socks at him. He was just about to leave his apartment to go to the grocery store when the doorbell rang and Alfred smiled sheepishly at him from the other side. He got so angry the socks he was going to wear were being hurled at him the moment he opened up his mouth.
"You just left! And took my cereal!" Even though the cereal hadn't been the most important part, it's the last thing he remembers, it's the last thing that finally broke him down about Alfred just up and leaving him. Tears start to run down his face before he knows it, taking one of his shoes and throwing it at Alfred too though the other catches it easily and steps into the apartment, closing the door behind him.
"Look Mattie i know-"
"Don't you MATTIE me," Matthew mocks him, crossing his arms and pretending like he can still see past his tears.
"Where did you go?" He yells out.
"Back to the states," Alfred answers simply, coming closer to him. Matthew takes a step back out of reflex.
"What were you doing?" He demands nearly tripping over his own two feet at the sudden emotional upbringing this all is.
"Getting a new passport and citizenship," Alfred tells him, still with that sheepish smile on his face. Matthew puffs up and throws another shoes at him.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He shouts. Suddenly Alfred's arm around him, holding him tightly and he buries his face in his old roommates shoulder, clinging back to him just as much.
"I wanted to, but I lost my phone and all the contacts. I tried to find our old address but you moved," Alfred tells him and Matthew pounds his fists weakly into his chest in anger, not really finding the energy to be angry anymore but still wanting to be.
"Why didn't you take me with you?" He mumbles out finally, hugging Alfred back when he pulls him closer.
"You needed to finish things here Mattie, I couldn't just uproot you like that, not when you had a plan." Matthew twists up his nose at that, pushing Alfred away and glaring at him.
"You were part of my plan!" He screams throwing his arms up. He's not sure why Alfred smiles at that but he does and it makes him so much angrier. He rubs at his nose as Alfred digs through his pocket, pulling out a small silver ring.
"Can I still be?" Alfred asks timidly. Matthew glares at the ring then up at Alfred, flickering his eyes between the two. He sighs and covers his face with his hands. His emotions are all over the place but he knows deep inside him he can't say no.
"Only if you buy me more cereal," He says meekly, barely laughing when Alfred scoops him up in his arms and laughs like sunshine in his ears.
"So what if I broke my arm I'm still doing it." - Poly 1p2p CanAme
"And?" Is all Tommy says to the incredulous looks he receives. Matt rolls his eyes and covers his face with a hand and walks away as if he can't believe what is going on. Matthew is opening and closing his mouth as he tries to figure out something to say while Alfred just stares at him.
"Dude, your arm is mangled, we need to get you to a hospital or something," His speech is slightly slurred from the drinking and yet still manages to be the voice of reason. Tommy scoffs and waves his good arm about him carelessly.
"So what if I broke my arm I'm still doing it," As if to prove it Tommy stands messily and walks to the edge of the small cliff, wanting to jump in while the adrenaline is still rushing through his veins to not make his arm hurt. He's psyching himself up for it when two arms latch around his stomach and hoist him off the ground.
"Matt the fuck bro put me down," Tommy struggles as best he can from over Matt's shoulder where the other placed him, marching off in a different direction other than the lake.
"MMMAaaaaaattttTTTTTTT," Tommy slurs out as the alcohol really settles in his system. There's a car from no where and he's stuffed inside, cuddling up in Matthew's lap as a pain starts to streak through his arm.
"Matthew my arm hurts," He whines burying his head in Matthew's chest. The other sighs and bends down to curl against him in a mock attempt at cuddling. Alfred flops onto him too while Matt glances behind him from the passenger seat of the cab.
"Cause you broke your arm dumbfuck," Matt tells him. Still, Tommy manages to flip him off.
"The skirt is short on purpose." - 1p x 2p Nyo
The costume party at first sounded like a fun idea. She's not sure what kind of demon got into Alice to have the idea to host one but once she enters the flashing lights of the hallway all out with Alice's impressive decorating skills, she finds the serious need to thank that demon.
She meanders through the house, smiling and talking in random conversations with people she barely knows in passing. She manages to find Maddie and Anya in the crowd, going over to them and talking for a bit when a new song comes on and she's tapped on the shoulder. The girl behind her is smaller than her, somehow, with a wicked smile on her face. She pulls Amelia by the hand and drags her to the center of the dancing mosh. Amelia gets into it, throwing her hands up and swaying back in forth in her custom made captain America costume. The strange girl throws her arms over Amelia's shoulder and kisses her cheek.
"I like your costume," She purrs and Amelia laughs, trying to get past her small amount of embarrassment. The strange girl hangs on her for a while longer before pulling her out of the dance group and upstairs to the bathroom and locking them inside. She hoists herself up on the counter. Amelia squeaks when the stranger pulls her close.
"You know," She whispers in Amelia's ear, dragging her lips across her cheek and down her neck. Amelia twitches at the contact but places her hands on the girl's waist to hold her tight.
"This skirt is short on purpose," She coos and Amelia can feel her face heating up at the implied innuendo. She fumbles for words for a moment until the stranger locks her lips in a kiss and finally Amelia recognizes who she's dressed up as. She nearly laughs at the idea of someone dressed as Peggy Carter trying to seduce her but her laughter is stolen when the stranger suggests something more that makes Amelia blush a shade of red that rivals the color of the red on her outfit.
Prompt: Fluffy - RusAme
Ivan finds Alfred lounging face down on the couch after a long day of meetings. His boyfriend decided to show up during the Slavic meetings and snuck into the house on his own. Ivan smiles down at him, running a hand through his wheat colored hair and kneeling down to be eye level. Alfred whines and hides his face in his arms before peeking up to smile brightly at him. Ivan smiles back and kisses his forehead.
"How are you sunflower?" Ivan asks quietly. Alfred sticks his tongue out at him.
"You are your weird nicknames," Alfred teases. He rubs his nose against Ivan's right quick before pulling his boyfriend down to snuggle him tight.
Prompt: Animal hybrid AU - 1p x 2p
Before the rock even hits the window, Alfred's ears twitch. They flip back and forth on his head as he hears the approaching footsteps, soft and precise in the night. He carefully creaks out of bed and opens the window to his room. Standing under a tree in the distance is another figure. Alfred giggles softly, taking one last glance behind him, and hopping out the window. He doesn't run, though he wishes he could to the person. He can't see very well in the darkness, but Al's eyes are lit up a soft red. No longer afraid of them, Alfred snuggles up into his boyfriend's arms the moment he can. Al snickers and takes his hand, dragging him off down the sidewalk. Al's tail swishes behind him, every so often twirling around to wrap around Alfred's leg. Alfred chides him a little, making Al's pointed ears twitch, but the feline does nothing but smirk at him, showing off the semi pointed teeth.
His ally cat holds his hand gently, nuzzling into his neck as they sit atop the slide in the playground. Every so often Al will lick his cheek and Alfred's bunny ears will flop a little causing Alfred to blush and Al to laugh at him. Alfred twitches his nose and boops Al's head playfully. The cat once again laughs and snuggles Alfred in tight against the cold creeping in on them. The bunny never was much for the cold.
A sharp crack has them on high alert. They both hear it before they see the source. Al's muscles tense, his ears are twitching. Alfred can smell the person coming and he holds his legs close. A group of people emerge from the shadows, their skin reflected in the moonlight, soft hisses echoing around them. A low growl emits from Al's throat.
"Thhhought we'd catch you herree," One of the snakes say, malice in his voice. Al's grip on Alfred tightens.
"You've been ssssneaking off with thisss.. Bunny," Another says. Alfred can see Al's eyes moving around in the dark, switching from person to person that surround them. They are outnumbered. Alfred has seen Al fight before, he doesn't like it. He can fight too, and he doesn't like that either. The snake people step closer and Al drags Alfred to his feet and the two are running before Alfred knows what is happening. Too bad the snake people prepared for that. One of them slithers right up to Alfred, grabbing his arm and twisting him back and away from Al.
"Alfred!" Al hisses in the night. He lets out another predatory noise before pouncing on the snake that grabbed Alfred. Another snake person jumps for Al, but Alfred manages to catch him and bite down hard on his arm, his slight buckteeth making a sharp indent. The snake screeches out. Alfred is dropped and looks up to two snakes, ready to pound him. Alfred raises a hand to cover his face when a monstrous roar is released. The snake people freeze in their spots. The roar turns into a long drawling growl that creeps closer and closer. Alfred is yanked to his feet by Al now with his arms wrapped protectively around his bunny as his group of mutt-blood cats come skidding out in front of them. In their lead is a giant brown bear. The bear growls again and the cats are hissing beside him, chasing off the snakes back to their own town. Al is running his hands all over Alfred trying to find bruises or marks he can kiss away, not that he wouldn't kiss Alfred's skin in the first place.
"Al I'm fine," Alfred reassures in a whisper, grabbing his kitten by the face to see the bust lip he's now sporting. Al lets out a soft whine, closing his eyes and leaning into Alfred for a hug.
"You idiot." There's another growl. Alfred gulps looking back into he eyes of the brown bear. Al laughs nervously at Matt's demeaning scowl.
"I fucking told you that would happen," The bear says. Al 'pffts', sending grateful looks to his cat friends who come over and pander to them asking if they're alright as well.
"If dad finds out," Al groans to his brother's threat. Alfred giggles for a moment before another growl is heard he knows all too well.
"What were you thinking?" Alfred's ears droop significantly, turning only in time to be tackled by his own brother. The polar bear squishes him, then hits him in the head.
"I knew something like this would happen when you sneak out but do you ever listen to me? Noooo Alfred's gotta do everything on his own." Matthew runs his hands down his face, glaring, and yet looking relieved. Alfred tries to calm his brother down while Al slides a hand around his waist.
"We're fine frosty clam down. You're almost as bad as grumpy pants over here," Al teases, snickering to himself. His cats join in as Matt makes a gruff sound, further proving Al's point.
"You're so lucky," Matthew chides again, hugging Alfred close. Alfred manages to get Matthew off him to fret over Al properly, seeing is how they could have gotten seriously hurt. Al's friends and brother decide to walk them back to their house just to make sure.
"Maybe we should meet up in the day time for now," Alfred says gently, kissing Al's nose. Al nuzzles against him, about to respond when a door is opened halting their conversation.
"I'd say that's a fine idea," Alfred pales and so does Matthew at their father standing in the doorway with his hands on his hips and ears high in alert. With one more quick kiss, Alfred is so grounded.
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