I decided to write an epilogue for this story. I was in an AmeBel shipping mood, and I wrote this to add on to the story and explain what happened to Alfred and Natalia after the original oneshot. Because feels.

Natalia once again sat at her desk at the back of the bookstore, this time reading one of the many novels there were to choose from in the romance section the store had. As she lifted her finger to turn the page, she heard a distinct crash near the other end of the store. She let out an exasperated sigh, then called out, "Alfred, what did you do?"

"I didn't do anything!" Alfred insisted, poking his head out from the many shelves. "I was just minding my own business when a whole lot of books came and jumped out at me!"

It took all of Natalia's will power not to bang her head on the desk. "Just put back whatever you messed up," she responded, turning back to her book. When she looked up again, the clock read 8:55. The store closed an hour early on weekdays, which mean it was almost time for her to close up shop already.

"Alfred, are you almost ready to go?" She asked, shutting her book and walking over to where he was when she last heard from him. "Oh, wow..." was her only response when she saw Alfred sitting on the floor, literally surrounded by books of all shapes, sizes, and genres that were scattered about the floor haphazardly.

Alfred looked up at Natalia sheepishly. "Oh, hey there, Nat."

"What on earth is this mess?" Natalia exclaimed, gesturing to the book piles of the carpet.

"Um, I was helping to rearrange the books like you told me to, but then some books fell off of the shelf, and when I tried to put them back, more books fell off, and now I'm trying to figure out how they were originally arranged." Alfred rubbed the back of his neck nervously. Natalia didn't know whether she should laugh or scream.

She really appreciated Alfred walking her home every night, and she accepted Alfred's offer to help out in the shop whenever he could. However, she was usually the one cleaning up whatever mess he made, and he visited her during hours often, so she had to clean up after him a lot.

Natalia sat down next to Alfred and picked up a handful of books. "I'll help you clean up this mess, and then I have to close up shop." she said as she shuffled the books into the right order.

After practically reorganizing all of the books in the store, Natalia and Alfred stepped out of the warm comfort that the bookstore provided and into the harsh cold of the street. Natalia locked the door behind her and set off with Alfred. He wrapped his arm around Natalia's shoulders, and she walked closer to him in response. Even though it was a small gesture, Natalia fought to keep the smile off of her face.

Natalia and Alfred had started dating a month after he started walking her home from work, and it had now been about five weeks since they started going out. Though she didn't like to show it, Natalia was over the moon about it.

"Hey, do you want to grab a bite to eat before we go back to your place?" Alfred asked, looking down at Natalia. She shrugged.

"Depends. What sort of food would you want?" she asked lazily.

Alfred smirked. "Well, I could always go for some Mickey-D's," Natalia grimaced visibly "But I know you don't like McDonald's, so I was thinking maybe the diner just two blocks from here? I've heard that they have really good ice cream!"

Natalia gave Alfred a skeptical look. "Ice cream at this hour?" she asked. Alfred chuckled.

"Ice cream is good at any hour!" he defended himself. Despite her many efforts not to, Natalia smiled slightly.

"Okay, let's go."

Natalia gratefully accepted the vanilla soft serve cone that that Alfred was holding out to her. He sat down at their booth with his own large sundae. Something Natalia had learned fairly quickly about Alfred was that he was a bottomless pit when it came to food, and was somehow always hungry.

Natalia took a small, dainty lick of her ice cream, and shivered slightly at how cold it was. Alfred smiled at her, and Natalia figured that he must have thought her actions were "cute." Idiot.

"So, was the ice-cream run a good idea?" he asked, taking a bite of his own frozen treat.

Natalia rested her head on her hand that wasn't holding an ice cream cone and thought. "Since it's winter, it would have been more sensible to get some hot food to warm us up," she began, and paused to take another bite of her ice cream. "However, the ice cream does taste good, so I'd say in the long run it was a good idea." She offered Alfred one of her rare smiles, and it made the young man beam happily.

Something Natalia liked about her and Alfred's relationship was that they never planned any dates. Nearly every single outing the two went on was a spontaneous thing that neither had originally accounted for. It kept things from getting mundane and uninteresting.

Alfred smirked cockily at Natalia. "You know, if the ice cream is making you cold, we could warm each other up..." Natalia reached across the table and flicked Alfred's forehead with her index finger.

"Behave!" she chastised him. Alfred simply laughed. Eventually, despite her better judgment, Natalia started laughing too.

Before meeting Alfred, Natalia almost never laughed, smiled, or showed any emotion, really. That was one more thing she could credit him with. Not only had he saved her life, but he also made her life more interesting, and gave her a reason to show emotion. Even though he was loud, oblivious, and borderline annoying, Alfred gave Natalia a reason to smile.

Alfred was Natalia's reason to smile.

If I get any more ideas for these two, I might update this, but for now I'm leaving it at two chapters. Unless any of you guys have any ideas! If you have any suggestions on what to write about in this fic, don't hesitate to tell me! )