[Alfred F Jones] x [Reader] - Unexpected Sleepover

America (Alfred F. Jones) x Reader

  You puffed your cheeks out in thought as you watch the sleeping form of your long time friend and crush - Alfred F. Jones. You had to admit; when he was asleep - and not being loud or obnoxious - he was sort of.... cute.
  Well - cuter.
  It was pretty early in the morning, and you had just woken up in Alfred's bed. You had came to his place the previous day to watch some sort of new action movie. Your guess was that you had simply fallen asleep on the couch.
  That still didn't answer why you woke up in his bed.
  You sit up carefully as to not waken the sleeping American. You brush some of your (h/l), (h/c) hair from your eyes. As your vision clears from the sleep-induced blur, you take in Alfred's overall appearance.
  His eyes were closed, hiding his baby blue eyes. His short, blond hair was splayed out ever so slightly on the pillow. His lips trembled open, slightly, as if he were about to speak, but he remained silent. He simply wore a pair of American flag boxers, giving you full view of his chest and pudgy belly.
  He always denied it, but his constant intake of fast food, junk food, and soda added to his constant days and nights at home playing video games and watching movies were slowly taking it's toll.
  It wasn't that bad, though. The extra body fat gave him an adorable, childish look in his sleep.
  The only thing deducting from the adorable scene was the trail of drool escaping from his mouth and tracing down his arm and soaking into the pillow.
  You focus intently, scrunching up your nose and picking up your hand. You couldn't help it - you had to do it. It was as if your life depended on it...!
  Your finger makes contact with his soft belly. Stifling a giggle, you retract your hand and begin to stand - stretching your arms over your head.
  Suddenly, there's a pressure around your waist, and you're being pulled back onto the bed; a squeak of surprise escaping your lips.
  You twist yourself around, instinctively, to cushion your fall on your arms.
  There's a snort of laughter as you tip onto the bed, then the pressure around your waist tightens as your pulled into a bare chest.
  Your face heats up tremendously, but you force a pout across your face, "You were awake the whole time, weren't you? You jerk."
  There's the laugh again, "Whaddya expect, dude?" Alfred asks, "I was in the bed with a cute girl. I doubt anyone could sleep."
  If it was possible, your face heated up even more, "You were drooling." You point out.
  "Okay, okay! You caught me! You woke me up when you poked my stomach."
  You force yourself to look at Alfred's face, when it suddenly snaps into place, "D-did you just s-say I'm... cute?" You stutter.
  "I sure did, dude!" You watch as he rolls over slightly to grab his glasses that he, ever so lovingly, dubbed 'Texas'. He slips them on, the glass making his eyes seem to shine even more.
  I-it's now, or never! You declare in your head, If he's calling you cute, maybe you have a chance with him---! Your thoughts deflate, As if. He was probably just flirting, like usual --- Your depressing thoughts are severed, suddenly, when Alfred grasps your chin between his thumb and forefinger.
  "A-Al?" You gasp, your face beginning to heat up, again.
  He looked so serious, with his eyebrows narrowed towards each other, and his mouth only showing a hint of his usual smile, "(F/n)," He begins, "I know you like me - and not just as a friend, either."
  Your (s/c) face drains of all of its color. You couldn't see this going anywhere good, "A-Alfred I--!"
  Your sentence is cut off as a pair of lips meet with your own. You feel him smirk slightly against your lips as he pulls away, resting his forehead against your own.
  "I love you, (f/n)." He breathes against your lips, causing a shiver to creep up your spine and your face heat up once more.
  "I-I..." You look away, before looking Alfred in the eye once more, "I love you, Alfred." You smile.
  He grins and hugs you. You snuggle into his chest a bit more as he pulls the covers up to your shoulders.
  "Al?" You ask.
  "Hmm?" He hums, pulling his forehead away from your own.
  "Are you wearing socks in bed?"