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(Y/N) sighed sleepily as she woke from her peaceful slumber; the sun was shining in through the curtains signifying the start of a new day. The birds chirping in the tree's telling her it was time to wake up and start the day. But part of her didn't really want to leave the bed.
After her activities last night with America she couldn't exactly walk. As expected of her reputation America surely didn't disappoint when it came to pleasing you; but she had been a bit too eager and now your legs felt like jelly.
(Y/N) smiled to herself fondly as the memories of being locked in passions with the honey blonde haired girl rushed through her mind. Most people would be embarrassed but it made (Y/N) happy. After being married for so long they still had unbridled passions for each other.
The happiest day of (Y/N)'s life had been when America proposed to you in front of everyone. Standing on top of the empire state building with fireworks in the background and proposing to you; wearing a cheesy grin but blushing like a maniac.
(Y/N) had gone into shock at first and nothing seemed to make sense; as the situation slowly hit her she found herself sobbing with pure joy and saying yes over and over. Happily taking America as her forever person and the woman she would marry.
Their honeymoon had been in Hawaii; America showing off a little but mainly just enjoying the scenery and being romantic. You had done exploring and other such things during that time; but a great deal of it had been wrapped up in the sheets till morning came.
Suddenly (Y/N) sensed a delicious smell wafting up her nose; something sweet and freshly baked. The smell of spices and chocolate wafting up her nose; America was making something tasty and you wanted to eat it. However your jelly legs were not allowing you to investigate.
"Damn I want some breakfast; curse my weak form" (Y/N) grumbled mentally. While it had felt really good and she had been more than satisfied; her stomach needed filling and she couldn't exactly reach whatever the tasty smell was without her legs.
Gripping the sheets (Y/N) crawled out of bed slowly and tried to stand up; however as soon as her feet hit the floor her legs gave in. Her body reminding her that last night happened and she needed to rest in order to recover.
She shivered as her bare butt touched the cold marble floor; she had forgotten for a second that she was naked and only wearing a sheet. However she was determined to get some breakfast even if it killed her. She wanted that breakfast damn it.
Suddenly the bedroom door opened and America appeared wearing an over-sized white shirt and carrying a tray. "Morning (Y/N) I made...." she chirped cheerfully but trailed off when she saw (Y/N) sitting on the floor wrapped in blankets with a stressed expression on her face.
The two of you stared at each other quietly before she smiled awkwardly "Um...(Y/N) what are you doing?" she asked curiously. How come she was sat on the floor like that? She had planned on giving her breakfast in bed to be romantic.
(Y/N) laughed awkwardly; she hadn't thought that America would try giving her breakfast in bed. Now she felt stupid for even attempting to leave the bed if her legs didn't work. "I....I was going to get breakfast but my legs wouldn't listen" she explained shyly.
A large smile then appeared across America's face and she stifled a laugh; (Y/n) really was too cute and she had made a good choice by marrying her. Nobody could be as adorkable as her and still make her fall in love every time she spoke or tried to move.
"Its not that funny" (Y/N) grumbled quietly as she sat crossed legged on the bed her body wrapped up in bed sheets. She was blushing from ear to ear and pouting as she sliced up her pancakes with her fork.
America had gone all out with the breakfast bargain; she had made blueberry pancakes with cinnamon. Fresh strawberries with a small bowl of chocolate, maple syrup (From her kind younger sister Canada) crispy bacon to top the pancake and a glass of fresh orange juice.
America wiped her eye after laughing till her stomach hurt; she was pretty much used to (Y/N) following her stomach. She had known that since they started dating but found it incredibly cute; but it only made her fall in love all over again.
"I can't help it; your adorkable (Y/N)" she said breathlessly. Every day she surprised America with something new and always being persistent and stubborn; but that only made America happier and more grateful she had said yes.
(Y/N) blinked and raised her eyebrow suspiciously shoving pancake into her mouth "Adorkable?" she said as she chewed on the syrupy goodness. Damn she had chosen the right woman; being able to eat such a godly breakfast every day.
America smiled brightly and nodded "Yep; Adorable dork or Adorkable. That's what you are" she explained. She doubted anyone could make her as happy as (Y/N) did; the marriage just wouldn't be as fun.
(Y/N) blushed but had to agree that title did fit her quite well. However she simply finished her mouthful and sighed "If I'm adorkable then you must be the energetic heroine" she said sarcastically. However little did she know that she had hot the nail on the head.
America grinned and folded her arms proudly "You got it (Y/N). But you know; The Heroine always gets the girl!" she said proudly her blue eyes filling with love and mischief. It had taken a long journey but she had eventually gotten (Y/N) to be her forever princess.
(Y/N) blinked and then blushed at her mushy statement; however she smirked at her pick up line "Smooth" she said in agreement. Though she could be tiring sometimes; America did have a very good flirting attitude.
America smiled cheekily "Isn't that why you married me?" she teased. Wasn't that how the heroine always got their lover? By being smooth and knowing exactly what to say?
(Y/N) snorted and threw a pillow at her; but yes America was right. That was partially the reason she had fallen in love with her; because America always knew what to say in order to knock her off her feet.