APH America x Reader ::What Were The 80's Like::

"What Were The 80's Like?"


You sit on your couch, criss-crossed, surfing the web on you're laptop. You're best friend, the one and only America, or Alfie as you call him, sits beside you playing his Black Ops2 game on the PS3. Your currently surfing YouTube for god knows what, when you come across another RickRoll for the fifteenth time today. But hearing the old song again for some reason reminds you of the 80's, (whether you were around for it, or not) And you look to your country friend beside you. He's biting his lip, sucked into the video game of his. You let the old song play in the background as you stare at him, wondering....Hey, why not just ask him?

"Hey alfie?" "Yeah?" He said, not bothering to look at you, obviously. You persue your lips, and pause before asking "What were the 80's like?"

For a moment, he was shocked. He paused his game, (Which made no sense, considering he was playing online) set down the controller, and looked at you. "....What?" He asked, "What were the 80's like?" you asked again, curious as to why he was acting so funny. Now you want to know even more. You close your laptop, and folds your arms. He scratches the back of head "They were..Alright." 'He's avoiding me...' you think to yourself, narrowing your eyes at him. He looks away from you, trying not to look you straight in the eyes. "They were weird, weren't they?" You say, with a smirk on your face. "NO, THEY WERE AWESOME!" He yells back, blushing now. You laugh on the inside "Did you wear legwarmers? OOH, DID YOU OWN A WALKMAN?" You began teasing him about the weird stages of American culture. "SHUT UP." He said getting up, and turning off the system "OH MY GOD," You say, getting up and hugging him tightly. "WHAT ABOUT JERRY CURLS?" He let out something mixed between a grunt and a sigh, as he walked to the kitchen, dragging you with him like nothing. Damn, he's strong. He grabbed a Coke-a-Cola out of his fridge, where an army of them sat, chilling away to his favorite level of them: Ice Cold. You giggle, still being dragged around as he walked up the stairs. "GET OFF ME..!" He yells, frustrated and embarrassed.

You laugh, and begin singing "Take On Me" He groans and picks you up bridal style, walking to his room. "Hey, Whoa, what the?!" You complain, squirming all over the place, to no avail. He has a grip like iron. He closes the door behind him with his foot, throwing you onto his bed. He has the Star Spangled Banner hung up above his bed frame. Extra Friggin' Huge Size, to be exact. His bed, covered with a silk red blanket, his pillows Blue and White. Figures. You look up at him, as he smiles. Damn, why is he so sexy? He crawls over your form, kissing your neck and rubbing your sides. You let out a little squeak, not expecting this, but not running away from it, either. You throw your arms around his neck, kissing him. He lays fully on top of you now, grinding his hips into your's and boy, does it feel good. You run your fingers through his hair, your other hand gripping his shoulder.  He slips his tongue into your mouth, moving it around, mapping out your mouth. You felt no need to fight, knowing you wouldn't win against him, anyways. You buck your hips into him, making him groan in pleasure.

After a few moments, he pulls back for breath, smiling down at you, lust and want glazed over his eyes. You breath out a shaky sigh, loving the look he's giving you. IT sent a chill down your spine, and made you squeeze your thighs around his waist. You lean up, and whisper in his ear "Hey..Alfie..." He purrs back to you "Yeah..?..."



"What about the 70's?"
He proceeds to tickle the shit out of you for the rest of the night as your punishment for ruining "Sexy Time"



Worth It.