A few days passed, nothing interesting had happened. A lack of amusement certainly had its fun sides for Grell. Rather than working, the reaper had been daydreaming about the blue-eyed human that resembled Ronald so much.
When ever Ronald came around, Grell resisted to take out any urges on him. He was training himself to wait, hoping that the American would call him. There was such tension most of the time, and Grell had to admit that the blue-eyed twin was thought about almost as much as Sebaschan. The fantasies ran wild in his mind.
For now, the red-haired reaper had to get some work done. His target was in sight, his chainsaw gripped tightly and his pose ready to pounce. A wonderful young lady was marked on the to-die list. As he creeped up behind her, his phone rang.
The echo rang through the dark alley, quickly making the woman turn and run, thinking she was being stalked. The fact the man behind her had a chainsaw didn't help. Grell reached out toward her.
"Hey! Wait! You're not supposed to go! It took all afternoon to find you!" He called out, but it was useless.
Smothering a sob, he grabbed the cellphone from his back pocket and frowned. He didn't recognize the number. He was almost about to ignore it when he realized it could be a certain someone he'd been waiting for. At that thought, he didn't waste a moment to pick up the phone.
"Hellooo~ This is Grell, how may I please you?" The red-haired reaper purred.
"Er...Hi, I got this phone number on a business card after a certain...event." A familiar voice on the other end filled him with hope.
"You've got the right number!~ What can I do for you?" Grell replied quickly.
"I don't know. I have no idea what to even say to you after that." America mumbled. "I just wanted to see if the phone number worked."
"How about dinner?" Grell proposed abruptly, twirling his hair with his fingers as he leaned back against the wall.
"I guess. Where? And, when?" The blonde's voice was very uncomfortable.
"Tonight at eight, where-ever you want to go~ I'll find you, you're on my to-die list!" Grell purred.
"Whoa, what?!" America's voice quickly turned frightened.
"I'm kidding! You have to choose. But be aware, you're on my to-do list." The reaper purred happily.
"I guess somewhere fancy? There's a diner down the street of the building we met in, we could go there..." The American ignored the other remark.
"Sounds fun!~ Hey, what's your name?" Grell asked.
"Alfred Jones, but you can call me America." The blonde replied.
Grell tested the name on his tongue for awhile, then they wrapped up the conversation and exchanged goodbyes. The reaper quickly added the phone number to his contacts. However, he decided that the man's name was boring... He registered the name as 'Sextoy' instead.
Time passed quickly, and Grell managed to mark two off of his to-die list. When his phone rang in alarm at 7:30, he knew it was time to move out. Quickly jumping over roof tops, he let the setting sun guide him the diner. His mind whirled with romantic things about the evening sky.
'Yes, the sun gives its dying breath just to lead me to my one and only! A forbidden love for a human male, with such strong muscles and captivating blue eyes. Should the sun fall too soon, I will still find my way to him, guided by the ever lasting love that lights the way.'
Within 15 minutes, he was there. At once he realized how improper he was being, coming there in his clothing that had a few stains on the red parts from work. It might not be noticeable, but it seemed so rude.
Grell had a quarter of an hour to spare, so he rushed to the tailorshop quickly. After a quick discussion, he was informed there were no suits left. The tailor was about to send him away when he started eyeing the dresses.
"Y-you're not serious, are you?" The tailor asked as Grell picked out a bright red cocktail dress, with black ribbons spreading out from cuts in the sides of the dress that went right up to the hips.
"Of course I'm not, not without any stockings." Grell cooed, picking up a nice pair of thigh-high black garters.
The tailor was stunned as he accepted the money, unable to watch the man walk to the changing room. Grell returned, looking in to the mirror with a sharp-toothed grin. He was gorgeous, not at all ashamed of his way of dressing. He finished off by getting a red purse, shoving his old clothes and cellphone in to it before fleeing to the resturant.
America arrived to find Grell sitting in the waiting area, smiling when he arrived. The way the man dressed surprised him greatly, he quickly wondered if it was too late to run. He definitely regretted calling this guy back, he was damn sure this man was crazy.
Grell stood up and took his hand, leading him over to the hostess table and ordering a table for two as far away from anyone as possible. She gave a smile that was twisted with confusion and lead them to a corner in an empty section of the resturant. After handing them the menus, she fled as quickly as she could.
The reaper was about to speak when the waitress came over to ask them what they wanted to drink. Before America could even think about requesting coke, Grell asked for two glasses of their hardest liquor.
"You don't need anything soft." Grell purred as soon as the waitress left. "Especially when I want you hard."
Once more, America was surprised by how shameless and flirty the man was. He tensed up a bit as he felt his hand on his leg. Luckily, the reaper was interupted by the waitress bringing the drinks. Grell finally stopped and looked over the menu, the American doing the same.
When the waitress returned to take their orders, Grell decided on soup and salad, while America went with a cheese burger with fries. Once again, they were left to waiting. To America's surprise, Grell didn't start being perverted, instead the red-haired reaper struck up a conversation.
"So, why are you called America?" Grell asked, an interested glint in his eyes.
"Well, I am the representation of America. You know, the personification." Alfred replied, staring curiously at him. "I'm assuming you're not exactly human, either. What are you?"
"I'm a reaper." Grell cooed. "I work with all the other reapers at the dispatch company, I'm a professional slacker there." A smile spread on to his lips again.
For a moment, America almost felt comfortable with the man. He seemed more human with that said, but yet his appearance was still a bit weird. Those eyes, those teeth...God, he really didn't want to feel what this guy's love bites felt like.
"What do you want with me?" He asked, deciding it was best not to ask about the intregrity of a reaper, yet asking their business was.
"You're fun. Lots of fun. Certainly good in bed, and so hot...~" The reaper replied, a lustful glint in his eyes.
The nation wasn't sure if he should feel complimented, offended, or afraid. He thought for something to say, way too nervous and shy to say he liked what he did to Grell. Well, slightly. That day seemed like such a nightmare, but it did feel good. He was relieved from saying anything when the food came. America was just about to start eating when Grell grabbed his hands.
"Nuh-uh, you haven't drank a sip yet. Come on, get a little tipsy." The reaper said, releasing his grip and grabbing his own cup to drink.
Grell gave a challenging look to the American as he lifted the glass to his lips, and America found himself returning it. Click. They were unaware of that sound as they started chugging down the strong alcohol. America managed to finish first, slamming down the glass seconds before the reaper did.
"You're good at finishing first~ Let's see if you can finish last tonight." He purred.
America ignored him nervously, really hoping he didn't mean that. Mostly the part about sex, he began to regret this all again.
The two finished their meal over a course of time, but just when America thought the 'date' was over, he realized it had just begun. And worst of all, he was aware the alcohol was kicking in. It seemed Grell had already started getting the effects earlier, but now they were both hyped on the whiskey.
The reaper's hand rested on America's knee and began to ease up towards his pants, even if he was looking ahead with an innocent smile. After rubbing over the area gently, he quickly grabbed America by the shoulders and pulled him in to a kiss. It started soft, then went deep. The nation felt the reaper tugging at his shoulders, forcing him to take dominance.
Click. They remained unaware of the sound. America was relieved to get a chance to breathe again, but the look Grell's eyes told him he wasn't allowed to stop. After another long kiss, the tension was getting stronger. The reaper quickly pushed him up and began to pull him towards the bathroom.
"Nnn...No..." America muttered, his head pounding as the alcohol really kicked in.
Another click was unknown as they disappeared in to the men's room. By that point, America couldn't even really remember anything, the liquor was sizzling out the thoughts, but he knew it felt good.
To be continued...