You hummed to yourself as you continued to kick some butt on Pokémon. Wrapped up in a blanket tightly, you were sitting at your desk. You were so concentrated on your game that you didn’t hear or see Alfred sneaking up on you.
He smirked, pulling on the mask he’d bought for this special occasion. He knew how much you disliked getting jumped, but it was funny as hell. Also he adored the expressions on your face, so he wouldn’t stop scaring you just yet.
He grabbed hold of your shoulders and you shrieked loudly, dropping your ds to the floor and falling out of your seat. His loud laughter filled the room as you struggled to get out of your cocoon. “Dammit! That’s not funny!”
He shook his head, falling backwards onto your bed. “N-No! It most definitely is!” He crowed with laughter, clutching his sides. You growled at him, feeling tears prick your eyes. Why was it always like this with him?!
No matter how many times you’d earnestly asked him to stop he kept doing it! “Stupid Alfred!” You shouted and ran out of the room. What a jerk! You thought to yourself as you angrily pulled on your coat. Stepping outside into the cold air cleared your head and soothed your oncoming headache.
“Why can’t he be nice like he used to....” you muttered to yourself as you stomped to the park. You just needed some time to calm down.... and to hatch an evil plan against him. You’d feel better after that.
Alfred stared at your ceiling, his hands behind his head. Did I go too far? He wondered, replaying your furious expression in his mind. He closed his eyes. Maybe he should stop.... After all, all he wanted was for you to remember at all times that he was there. But that wasn’t the proper way, was it?
What would Artie do? He asked himself, turning to the Brit only in his dire need. He’s a gentleman, he knows how to treat women right. Alfred imagined the Englishman in front of him, almost wincing as ‘Arthur’ started shouting at him.
“How could you do that to her! You’re trying to show her you like her aren’t you?! You need to apologise! Right now! Go looking for her, she probably needs someone to comfort her!”
“Yeah, yeah.... But if I go now, she’ll punch me...”
Arthur sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Then wait for her, that way the moment she comes in, you can apologise.”
Alfred grinned, thanking his mental projection. Pulling your blanket with him, he trailed downstairs and settled himself on the sofa to wait for you.
As the sky started darkening and the starts twinkled their way into view, you decided it’d been long enough for him to repent. Turning off your ds, which you’d managed to snag from the floor when you left and which was thankfully also not broken in any way, you got up from the cold swing you were sitting on.
You trudged home, less than enthusiastic about seeing the American again. Quietly you opened the door, shutting again slowly in the hope that Alfred wouldn’t hear you or would already be asleep.
Walking into the living room you saw that both were true. The blond was on the sofa, breathing peacefully. You recognised the blanket entwined around him as your own and you narrowed your eyes as he snuggled into it.
Taking your shoes off, you padded upstairs on your socks, retrieving the mask he’d worn. It was stuffy wearing it and you knew if you looked in the mirror you’d give yourself a heart-attack. How did Alfred even survive sneaking up on you without catching a glimpse of himself and freaking out?
You crept closer to him, tapping him on the shoulder. He blinked sleepily and caught sight of you.
His bloodcurdling scream filled the house and you fell back trying to cover your ears form the sound. “Geez! It’s just me!” You shouted, pulling the mask off and flinging it to the side. He trembled underneath the blanket, his eyes wide.
Whimpering, he pulled you closer ontop of him, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “A-Alfre-d, can’t breathe-!” You gasped, trying to free yourself. He merely buried his face in your chest and sobbed.
Man, what a wimp! He could scare you as many times as he wanted and you got frustrated and ticked off. You frightened him once and he was reduced to a miserable wreck. A twinge of guilt racked your body and you sighed, pulling him closer.
“God, Alfie, man up a bit.” He chuckled weakly, sniffling slightly. “Sorry about before.” He murmured, glancing up at you. “I didn’t want to- I mean, err, I just wanted to have some fun, I didn’t want to make you hate me...”
You smiled at him, ruffling his hair up. “I’d say we’re even now anyway.” Rocking him slightly, you rubbed his back. He breathed out shakily, then nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. “I don’t think I’m going to let go of you now.”
Blinking your eyes in surprise at his statement you pulled back to look at him. “Is that because you don’t want to? Or because you’re too scared to?”
He grinned sheepishly. “Both.” A blush dusted your cheeks and seeing this his face turned pink as well. “Only if you promise not to scare me again.”
Alfred kissed your cheek. “I promise.” The whisper in your ear sent tingles down your body and you hugged him. “Good... because otherwise I’d have to kick your scrawny behind.”
He shivered and laughed gently. “I know you will.”
With that the two of you fell asleep, happily waking up to see each other again. You never scared each other again.... Though Alfred shrieked and jumped into your arms when he saw the mask lying on the floor in the corner of the room.