Star-Spangled Fantasy (America + Reader Hetalia LEMON)

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"Alright!" Alfred exclaimed with excitement. "Fireworks!"

You, Alfred, Francis, Arthur and Ivan were sitting in your backyard on folding lawn chairs with different drinks in your hands as you watched the Fourth of July fireworks. Francis held a glass of red wine, Ivan had his vodka, Arthur was drinking a glass of iced tea garnished with a lemon, and you and Alfred sat close together with sodas. It also happened to be Alfred's birthday, and the five of you had a little party at your house for him. The chocolate cake you guys had was decorated in red, white and blue frosting that made messes on everyone's faces. Because Alfred wasn't supposed to tell what he wished for while blowing out the candles on his cake, he kept thinking about it in his head and no matter how hard he tried to stop, it didn't work; he had wished to become your boyfriend.

As the colorful bombs bursted in the night sky, Alfred managed to move closer to you, placing his arm around your shoulder as he stared at you; your attention was fixed on the colorful fireworks in the sky. I wish they had one that says "I love you, (name)", Alfred thought as his lolly blue eyes turned to the sky. As far as he knew, he had been in love with you since the first moment he saw you, and he secretly loved you so much he was fiercely determined to make you his one and only. Alfred had often talked about how beautiful he thought you were to the other Allies, from your glittering, clear (e/c) eyes and your shiny (h/c) tresses. In that year in which you had known him, you had known him very well and hung out with him on numerous occasions, most of which Alfred tried to make advances but you were too busy to notice that he liked you as much as he did.

Then there came that moment when your eyes met; Alfred intrigued you a lot, and you didn't know that he had intense feelings for you. He smirked and begin giggling, but you managed to notice that his face, illuminated by the fireworks bursting in the sky, was a funny shade of pink.

"What's so funny, Alfred?" you asked, laughing along with how foolishly he was acting. He was cute when he was like this.

"Nothing, (name)," he answered, sipping from his straw. "Hey, do you...I mean, maybe, we can go inside when Francis and Ivan leave? Maybe, uh...play a game?" This was a first--you didn't really own any board games, and he knew this. You cocked an eyebrow up in shock. What is wrong with him, you wondered.

"That's a first," you said with jocular sarcasm. Alfred kept on smiling at you as you drank your soda. Your eyes met again, and he just broke out in laughter.

"What is it, Alfred?" you asked again, getting frustrated. "Is there something on my face? Why are you laughing?"

Alfred barely answered with anything but a hearty laugh. He placed his hand on his stomach and guffawed. You idiot, he thought to himself, you're making a fool of yourself in front of (name). Pull yourself together!

"Excuse me," Alfred said, getting up from his seat and leaving his drink with you. "I'm going to use your bathroom. Watch my drink, please."

You watched him as Alfred walked into your house. Shaking your head, you continued to watch the fireworks, but once the light show was over, Ivan and Francis walked toward you after folding up their chairs.

"(Name)," Francis began. "Alfred told us not to tell you but he likes you a lot." You brought your eyebrows together, looking at him strangely until Ivan had his say.

"He always talks about how...much he loves you, (name)," he told her. "Alfred always tells us about you after you two hang out."

"Oh, please," you said, throwing your hand up in the air indifferently. "That's ridiculous. The only reason why Alfred is acting like a dweeb is because it's his birthday and he is enjoying the fireworks."

"No, (name)," Francis cut in rudely. "Alfred has tender feelings for you and doesn't know how to show it. Ivan and I will take our leave; we will not argue with you."

You rolled your eyes in annoyance as they walked away with their lawn chairs and drinks. Arthur folded up his chair as well, but stayed behind with you. He sensed your discomfort and tried to console you.

"Don't listen to France," Arthur told you to reassure you. "He's a wanker."

"I know...I mean, we all know that," you told him. "I just think it's a bit far-fetched that Alfred likes me as much as they say. It just...doesn't seem that way. He teases me constantly as if I were one of you guys."

"Not to take their side, but America does like you. In fact, it seems like you are the only thing he thinks about," Arthur added with a deep breath. "You know he and I are close, right?" You nodded slowly, paying close attention to what he had to say.

"Even though France was being a prick, he and Ivan were telling the truth. He always tells us about how beautiful and amazing he thinks you are and that alone proves he likes you. If I were you, (name), I wouldn't say anything to him. Let him bring it up and see where it goes from there. It'll only ruin things if it's the latter," he clarified primly. You nodded, trusting his advice dearly. Arthur hugged you and let go to say goodbye.

"Good night, (name)," he said. "Alfred is in the house. Don't tell him I told you--act normal."

As he walked off, you thought about what he had said. All the guys who had liked you before had been so romantic and serious--Alfred seemed to be the exact opposite. He was fun-loving and was obsessed with justice and freedom, and he treated you like "one of the guys". This is pretty much why you never thought he liked you.

You folded up the two chairs you and Alfred sat in and placed them on the back porch before entering your house through the white, swinging screen door. You pushed your fingers up through your (h/c) tresses and walked into the kitchen, where you saw Alfred sitting at the small, round table made of light wood with his elbow on the table and his forehead resting in his hand. He looked as though he were in deep thought, but you still took the liberty on sitting across from him. Alfred jerked up from his state of thought and looked at you, amazed by your presence; to him, it was like being in front of a goddess.

"Oh...uh, (name)," he said, jerking a smile. "I thought...uh...well, are the fireworks over?"

"Yes, you missed the last few minutes," you said. "There wasn't much." He pouted his lips and raised his eyebrows curiously.

"Where is everyone else?" he asked.

"They all left, Alfred," you told him. "How come you came in here? Did you use the bathroom?" Looks like we are alone now, he thought in his mind, I guess I should tell her how I feel.

"Yes," he said nervously, preparing himself for what he was going to tell you. His tone changed to sound a bit brighter. "It looks like we're alone. Just you and I."

"Yeah," you said, somewhat creeped out by this thought. It was just you and your friend Alfred--how bad could it have possibly been? You had known him so well; what were the odds of him doing something stupid to you? You gasped when you felt the sudden sensation of his hand caress yours as it rested on the table. His touch was magnificently soft, which was ironic considering he was a boy and was expected to have rough skin. Your (e/c) eyes met with his clear, lollipop-blue eyes, which had an invisible fire burning within them. Alfred wanted you in the best and worst ways possible.

"Alfred," you told him softly. He leaned forward and began caressing your face with that same gentle touch he had used when he placed his hands on top of yours. His pearl-white teeth showed in a bright smile directed at you. You couldn't help but blush; he was really showing his cute, romantic side now.

"Have you ever been told you are beautiful, (name)?" he asked.

The rest of the Allies were right; Alfred did like her, and he was showing surefire signs of it right now. Honestly, you thought he was adorable in his own, unique way, but you had never really harbored romantic feelings for him. Unbeknownst to you, this was the night everything was going to change for the both of you.

"Maybe a few times," you told him frankly, placing your hand on top of the one that was caressing your cheek. "Well, my ex called me that all the time."

"Do you...still think about your ex?" Alfred questioned, hoping for a positive answer as he removed his hand from your face slowly.

"No, he's out of my life now," you answered sadly. "He used me for one thing only; he never cared about what I thought. He still continued to use me."

"Pathetic," Alfred said with pity in his voice. "You've moved on, it seems. You need a man who will look out for you and love you. Someone who will respect you and your choices. Someone...someone like me, (name). I love you."

He finally admitted it. You smiled and stood up from your seat at the table and looked up at the clock; it was 10:04 PM, and usually, you didn't fall asleep for another hour or two.  You looked down at the mint green linoleum floor as you heard Alfred stand up and walk behind you, snaking his arms around your waist from behind. He rested his chin on your shoulder, and, as a way of accepting his advances, you reached back and ruffled his dirty-blond hair. You sighed as you turned around, your eyes meeting in a tender gaze; Alfred took your hands and held them with endearment.

"Do you...love me, too, (name)?" he asked. You licked your lips and looked up at him.

"I don't know what to say, Alfred. You're one of my best friends," you said to him. "I've never felt like this before...for anybody. I guess I do love you, but I'm so unsure and...totally confused."

"I'm fine with it if you don't, but understand that if you don't, I'll walk out that door and go on with life in the most miserable manner possible," he said. You felt like he was trying to get you to say yes, but you chuckled at this. You thought for a moment, closing your eyes, before saying anything else.

"Kiss me," you pleaded in a gentle voice. Alfred smiled and lifted your chin up, kissing your lips in a way that made you nearly melt like butter in his arms. His hands held you close to him as your hands were stroking the nape of his neck and his hair during your tender kiss. You moaned gently as his hands wandered your clothed body; this intrigued him, for he wanted to strip you of all your garments and make passionate love to you. He broke the kiss and wrapped your legs around his waist, carrying you to the bedroom across the hall. You fell onto the bed; Alfred was on top of you, staring down into your eyes lustfully.

"Let's set off some sparks tonight, (name)," he said breathily. "Or, we can just lay here and--"

"No, Alfred," you told him with a sigh, placing your index finger to his lips to shush him. "I want to."

"Really? I thought--"

"Alfred, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me," you said meaningfully. "I'm in love with you, too."

He smiled and removed his shirt, revealing a manly figure. Turned on by this sight, you ran your hands over his smooth, muscular chest as he started kissing you again. You had been wearing a white tank top and denim shorts, which Alfred worked his way through at an instant, exposing your panties and bra. You didn't cower, but you did blush; you were half-naked in front of one of your best friends and it was a guy.

"Hey, don't turn red on me," Alfred chuckled playfully, noticing your slight embarrassment. His lips attacked your neck, making you moan at the feeling of his hot breath and lips caressing your skin. His hands were on your waist as one of your arms snaked around his neck and the other had a hand that was gripping at the bedspread, enjoying the erotic intensity building up between you two. When Alfred undid the front clasp on your bra with his teeth, you closed your eyes, waiting for his reaction. You had always been insecure about your breasts because they were so big.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, leaning down to caress and kiss your breasts. You moaned, emotionally engulfed by the loving power of his touch. Your ex never touched (or loved) you like this; Alfred was inexperienced at pleasing women, but to you, he was everything you ever wanted. You felt his arms snake around your torso as he buried his face within your pleasingly sizable bosom. You moaned even louder and gasped when he kissed your cleavage.

"Alfred!" you shouted. You felt and saw him smile against your left breast as his tongue began teasing your nipples. You arched your back significantly, moaning from a severe amount of bliss.

"Alfred! Oh, please," you begged.

"Please, what? I'm not done yet," Alfred cooed, sucking on your other nipple with as much fervor as the other. Then, his lips found yours and you kissed passionately. You gasped and your eyes widened as you felt Alfred's fingers go into the front of your panties and stroke you. You spread your legs open to make it easier, and you moaned within your kiss.

"You're soaked," he told you in a whisper, sucking on your nipples. "You want it really badly, don't you, (name)?"

"Not yet," you told him in a blissful moan.

"You want me to taste you?" he offered with a seductive tone in his voice.

"Oh, yes! Anything! I'm all yours, Alfred!" you moaned with a deep sigh of pleasure.

He removed his pants just before he slowly removed your panties. You didn't blush as much, but he opened your legs a bit more to fit his upper body so he could worship your divinity. He caressed your thighs as his tongue began teasing you slowly from your entrace to your button, causing you to grip the sheets in response to the immense amount of pleasure you were receiving.

"ALFRED! Oh, yes!" you gasped as he started to lick and suck on your clit. He held your hips completely still as he continued to please you. Keeping his tongue on your clit, he inserted a finger into your entrance, making you moan and shout louder.

"I can't take it anymore, Alfred! Please! I need it!" you shouted as he moved his finger and and out of you as he sucked on your clit.

"Ooh, you're begging. That's a turn-on," he said, getting on his knees to remove his blue boxers to reveal his member. You gasped at the sight of it; it was average in size, but while erect, it looked so much bigger.

"Oh my! It's so big!" you exclaimed. You saw him start to stroke it before he kneeled between your legs to initiate the ultimate act of love. He had a hand on your hip as his head teased your entrance.

"Are you ready, (name)?" Alfred asked sweetly.

"Yes, whenever you are," you chuckled. Alfred giggled as he entered you slowly. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he thrusted in and out of you. The pleasure instantly set in, allowing you to just lay there and relax.

"Oh, Alfred," you gasped amorously. "Harder."

He knew that in order to go harder, he needed to go faster. You held him close to you as he continued going in and out of you.

"Dear god, (name), you're tight," Alfred groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "It feels so good!"

"Oh yeah!" you exclaimed as he quickened his pace and slammed into you. Alfred took your legs and wrapped them around his waist, allowing him to thrust deeper into your liquid heat. You arched your neck back and started to scream once you felt your g-spot being hit by his member.

"ALFRED!! YES! OH, ALFRED!!" It was like you were under an spell of pure erotic ecstasy--the feeling of becoming one with Alfred was beautiful. You felt tears stream from your eyes as a result of the beautiful emotions, but once Alfred noticed your joyful tears, he kissed you gently and looked into your eyes.

"Are you alright, (name)? I'm not hurting you, am I?" he asked.

"I'm more than alright," you said emotionally, caressing his cheek. "I am full of love for you, Alfred. I'm so glad we are expressing it."

"Oh, me too, (name)," Alfred answered passionately, holding your hips to help him thrust steadily. "I love you so much, (name)."

You wrapped your arms around Alfred and held him closely as you two started kissing fervently. His thrusts became more intense, and he began to suck and kiss your neck, making you moan louder than ever before.

"ALFRED! Oh, Alfred! Oh my! I can't take it anymore! I'm going to...oh! I'm going to cum!" you screamed.

"Ah, me too! Oh yeah! (NAME)!!!" Alfred answered. Your legs hugged his hips tightly, but you came before he did. Alfred pulled out and started jacking off until his cum sprayed your torso; his semen was on your breasts, stomach, and upper chest. He groaned as he released, and you took a finger and took some of his cum on your finger and licked it off. It tasted so sweet you took more onto your finger.

"Alfred, why didn't you tell me your cum tasted good?" you asked with a chuckle. "If I had known ahead of time, I would have blown you!"

"I wouldn't know how I taste," he said, leaning down to kiss you, driven by the passion that had taken residence in his loins. Your eyes met, and Alfred moved one of your (h/c) tresses out of your face.

"Will you be my girlfriend, (name)?" Alfred asked you, taking you into his arms.

"Yes," you answered. "As long as you are my boyfriend."

"Of course. I love you, (name)," he said. "There are many beautiful girls out there, but you are the epitome of them all. You are my star-spangled fantasy."