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"Yo [Name]! You've been sleeping all day; it's time to wake up!" Alfred barged in through the door of the room, causing you to groan and turn to the other side.
The American frowned and walked up towards your bed. You felt the bed dip slightly, so you assumed that Alfred had sat down beside you. You pulled the covers over your head and wished for a few more hours of sleep.
Last night was horrible for you. For some strange reason, sleep decided to evade you, so you were lying down on your bed, staring at the ceiling for about three hours since you went to bed. You then stared at the wall for two hours, yet sleep still wouldn't come to you. Just when you've finally managed to fall asleep however, Alfred woke you up an hour later, telling you to get up.
"[Naaame]~!" Alfred whined, shaking your body slightly, "Come on! As the hero, I made you some breakfast; the least you could do is eat it!"
"What? That's new...usually you'd be the one to eat you fatty." Your response came out muffled but your voice held a flippant tone to it.
"Come! Oonnnnn!" Alfred said each word with fervor and insistence.
You sighed in defeat, "Alright, fine...I'll get up. Just give me a few minutes, okay?"
"Alright!" Alfred beamed, standing up from the bed. You heard his footsteps fade towards the door followed by the door shutting. A small smile graced your lips as you closed your eyes once more, hoping that you'll be able to fall asleep again. You were going to, but then Alfred barged in through the door once more.
The American threw the covers off of you, causing you to let out a loud and annoyed sound. Alfred then grabbed hold of your arm and pulled you up from the bed. He let out a hearty laugh.
"Come on now [Name]! We've been living together for a while now! I know very well that you need to be dragged out of bed to get up," Alfred said.
You groggily rolled your eyes—it was the most you could do at the moment. "Yes, well, you'd think I'd be used to your hyena's laugh by now as well as your loud voice."
"Aww, that's mean," Alfred pouted, though he knew that you meant no offense.
The blond managed to drag you down the stairs towards the kitchen without much difficulty which really came as no surprise to you. When the two of you reached the kitchen, your eyes widened upon seeing what Alfred had set up for the both of you. You knew that Alfred ate a lot and what he called a meal, you called an all-you-can-eat buffet, but it still shocked you when you saw the table. It was filled with lots of food. There were two plates of pancakes and waffles stacked up so high that it was dangerously close to toppling over. In addition to that, there were three bowls full of scrambled eggs, and two plates filled with sunny-side up eggs. Beside that was an entire loaf of bread along with some toast and butter.
Your legs moved towards your usual spot at the table, though your mind was still mesmerized by the amount of food—and work—that Alfred had made. "This is..." You trailed off; your mind refused to work right now.
"Amazing? Awesome? Heroic?!" Alfred started listing adjectives with lots of enthusiasm, hoping to finish your sentence.
"Eh, it's okay," you replied, shrugging your shoulders. After you said that, you flashed a smile towards the blond in which he returned.
You dragged the chair along the floor and sat down. Alfred followed suite. You stared at the food in front of you once more; you could've sworn the amount of food had increased when you sat down. You picked up your fork and knife, not knowing where to start.
Your eyes shot a glance towards Alfred and you let out a sound of disbelief. He was already stuffing a large portion of the food in his mouth. A light laugh escaped your lips as he continued to stuff himself.
"Slow down there hero. If you eat like that, your actions like walking and stuff will slow down," you warned him, stabbing a few pancakes with your fork and placing it on your own plate.
Alfred laughed, "It's okay! I can take this; I'm the hero after all!"
"Of course."
The two of you ate in comfortable silence for a while. Well, you were quiet, but Alfred wasn't. He was making loud noises as well as eating messily. You paid no mind whatsoever; you were absolutely used to this.
"Hey [Name], so I got a question," Alfred suddenly asked, catching you a bit off guard.
"Do you wanna have a slumber party in my basement~?" you sang the line from Ke$ha's song Your Love Is My Drug. You weren't really a huge fan of the artist or the song, but you just couldn't resist making the joke, albeit being a bit lame.
Alfred laughed, "That was pretty good."
"I try," you replied with a toothy grin. "So? What was it that you wanted to say?"
"I was wondering what you'd think of being committed?" Alfred asked you.
You raised a questioning eyebrow, "Um...do you mean like how you're committed to your hamburgers and everything?"
"Uh...sort of? I don't really know how to explain it," Alfred answered, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. "I mean like, what if we made a promise?"
"A pinky promise?" you were playing with the American now and making a few snarky comments here and there. "Come on now Alfred, don't you think that's being childish?"
The blond man shook his head, "I know that! ...But the promise does sort of involve a specific finger and a specific hand..."
"The middle finger?" you laughed.
Alfred was slowly starting to lose his patience with asking the question he's been meaning to ask for a while now. "I'm serious [Name]!"
Hearing the seriousness in Alfred's voice caused you to stop your taunting for a bit and look at him with curiosity. Alfred was barely serious, and when he was, he was absolutely charming in your eyes. "...What is it?"
"Wh-What I was trying to ask was..." Alfred paused and took a deep breath. "Here goes nothing..." he thought.
The American fished through his pockets while you remained sitting there, looking at him with a perplexed expression. After finding the item he was looking for, Alfred slowly took out a small box. He opened it and asked, "Will you marry me?"
The room became painstakingly quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Your mouth and eyes opened and widened slightly from shock and disbelief. Alfred stayed frozen in his spot, anticipating your answer.
"Yes, yes of course!" you replied with joy.
Alfred let out his breath that he hadn't realized he had been holding, and a wide grin spread across his face. In his mind, he was doing somersaults, and you returned the same stupid grin as the blond before placing a sweet kiss on his lips.