AmericaxReader ~ One of those summer days

Peacefully sitting in your big comfy chair, you were reading (favorite book). Yes, it was nice and sunny outside, the weather was perfect but you still didn't feel like going out. Besides, you were quite nice like this, reading your favorite book while sipping some tea.

Ahh, nothing could spoil this moment-

"BABE, ARE YOU IN THERE ?! COME OUTSIDE! THE WEATHER'S GREAT!" A loud and all too familiar voice called you from behind your front door.

I spoke too soon.

Sighing loudly, you placed your book next to your tea mug that was resting on a table near by. Walking towards the loud banging on the door, you already knew who was behind it. You grabbed the doorknob and squeezed your eyes shut, mentally preparing yourself for the tight hugs to come.

As you were calmly turning the knob, the door seemed to flung itself open. And in a matter of 2 seconds, you were tackled to the ground accompanied with a weird and loud laugh.

"__________!" Oh yes, that was your American boyfriend, Alfred.

Oddly laughing along, you struggled to push him off. But with all those burgers he's been eating lately, not a chance. You remained pinned to your own floor.

"A-Alfred, get off! You're too h-heavy!"

Giving you his signature laugh, he rolled off of you. He held out his hand to help you up before he hugged you once again, a little less tighter this time.

"Oh God ________, you can't believe how I've missed you!" His baby blue eyes glistened behind those square-like glasses of his.

"But you saw me like 2 days ago, Alfie." You crossed your arms on your chest, giving him a cheeky grin.

"Yeah but, I love you so much! You know?"

You just simply ruffled his messy dirty-blonde hair.

Casually walking around your house like it was his own, he started to look around. "So whatcha doooing?"

Pointing to where you were sitting before his sudden arrival, you motioned the book and the mug. Picking the unfinished book up in his strong hands, he examined it closely. He frowned and set it back down.

"So you're telling me that you're reading books, on a beautiful day like this ?!" He swung his arms around like if reading books was illegal or something.

"Well, yeah... I like reading." You gave him a confused look.

Shaking his head from left to right, he started to walk towards you. That wasn't a bad thing, but with the creepy grin he was giving you, you knew he was already planning something.

Taking a step back, you noticed you were already against the wall. "A-Alfred?..."

"I won't allow my girlfriend to stay indoors, when we could be having so much fun outside!"

Pouting, you gave him the look.

"But... I don't want to go outside!"

Too late. Alfred had already grabbed you by the waist and hoisted you up onto his shoulder. He was already walking towards the door.

"Wait! No, Alfred! We can work things out!" Slamming your fists onto his back, you knew it was no use.

"Nuh-uh, babe! We're going outside today and you're going to have some fun!" He happily sang as he made his way into your large backyard.

I'm doomed...

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THIS TIME SKIP HAS A SHORT ATTENTION SPAN SO DON- OH HEY CUPCAKES!
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You were now outside in your own backyard, wearing nothing but a black tank top and mini jean shorts. It was summer so no big deal. With your arms crossed over your chest, you were waiting for Alfred to come back from his "trip to the bathroom".

I don't even know why I'm doing this for him.

2 minutes passed by. Then 4. And then 6. Aren't boys supposed to be quick peeiers?

Tapping your foot onto the grass impatiently, you were about to go back inside and ask if he was doing well. But just as you made your first move you were blasted in the face with a jet of cold water.

Spitting out the water from your mouth, you looked up only to be greeted by a pair of beautiful blue eyes and a cheeky grin. Alfred had your hose in his hands. Soon enough, your boyfriend erupted into laughter on the ground.

"Hahahaha! Oh _______, you should of seen the look on your face! You were all like- And I just blasted you with water- Hahahaha!"

At first you were thinking on yelling at him for spraying you with the cold liquid, but a better idea popped into your head.

Quietly making your way towards him, you snatched the hose from his hands and pointed it directly at him. When he finally stopped laughing, he looked up at you, getting ready to apologize for his little joke. But before he could say a word, you had already activated the hose and he was the one being attacked with water.

"HA! In your face! That's what you get for messing with the awesome me!" At the end of that sentence, you used Gilbert's accent and motto.

Shaking the water out of his hair, he grinned mischievously at you. "_______, you sly dog! Come here!"

Grabbing you by the waist he pulled you towards him, trying to tickle you. Laughing for the first time since he got here, you attempted to spray him with the cold water again.

And this went on for quite a longtime, before you both collapsed onto the soaked grass. You were both still laughing at all the fun you had just had together.

"That was so fun! I didn't know you had it in you, ________."

Lightly punching him in the shoulder, you grinned.

"Never underestimate my power, Alfred."

"Oh, I won't. Not after today."

Giggling at his comment, you gently closed your eyes, your last image being the pink sky above you. And for a while you were both silent, enjoying each other's presence. You really did love Alfred. He made you feel better about yourself, like if to his eyes, you were the universe. Even beyond that.

After what seemed like a while, you felt a drop of water land on the tip of your nose. Opening up one eye, you noticed the earlier's marvelous pink sky was now filled with clouds, threatening to make it rain at any moment.

Alfred seemed to have felt a few drops as well because he was now sitting up next to you.

"Let's go inside Alfred, I don't want-" He cut you off by grabbing your wrist and dragging you into your house. At first you thought he just really didn't want the rain to touch him, but you shooed that thought away as he led you to your front door and pushed you  outside.

Closing the door behind him, he dashed towards the street. You lived in a quiet country side neighborhood so there wasn't anybody outside beside yourselves.

Stopping in the middle of the road, the American turned to you with the biggest smile plastered across his face.

"Alfred, get off of the road! You'll get run over by a car or something!" you yelled at him, still standing on the edge of your lawn.

"What cars?" He was right. There weren't any cars.

"Come on ________! If there's a car, I'll protect you!"

You hesitated for a moment, but finally went to join him in the middle of the street.

"Why did you bring us here?"

He didn't answer right away, but as you were about to insist, he pointed towards the clouds.

"Look!"

As you looked up, you felt the warm summer rain pour onto your heads like a bucket being emptied. You winced at the sudden wet feeling, but relaxed as soon as you noticed Alfred having the time of his life.

He had his tongue stuck out, savoring each drop of rain. His hands were in the air and before you knew it, he had taken his shirt off. Now he was shirtless and dancing in the rain in the middle of the road.

You couldn't help but laugh at his extreme goofiness. So you decided it would be best if you joined in. Sticking your tongue out, you twirled around, not caring if anybody saw you. Because you were having fun, and that's all that mattered.

Alfred's back was turned to you, so you decided to give him a little surprise. Gripping the bottom of your tank top, you pulled it off and threw it carelessly somewhere else. At least you had your bra and short on.

As he turned around, you could easily see his face turn a dark shade of pink. Laughing at how cute he looked, you threw your head backwards and shouted: "This is the best day ever!"

Taking a step towards you, he grabbed you by the hand and pulled you towards his soaked but well toned chest. Staring deep into your (e/c) eyes, he pushed away a wet strand of hair out of your face.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, _______." Alfred gently spoke as he cupped your cheek.

"And you're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Alfred Jones."

And with that, he sealed it with a passionate kiss, his wet but always warm lips softly pressed against yours.

I guess that book wasn't so interesting after all.