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‘Were could that blonde be?’ you thought to yourself as you walked around town searching for America. He promised he would call, but never did. You were really worried.
‘What if Artie put a curse on him! Or worse... forced him to eat his cooking!’ after that horrid thought, your searching became more frantic. You nearly turned the whole city up side down.
You then realized that you never checked his house. Feeling like an idiot, you quickly rushed toward said destination.
-
You knocked on America’s door, hoping that it would swing open, but alas it stayed shut. You knocked a couple more times and the door never budged.
You sighed and reached under the mat for the spare key. You quickly unlocked the door and rushed in.
The first thing you spotted was a little note card attached to a red ribbon. You picked up said note card. The handwriting on the note was no doubt, America’s.
You silently skimmed over the note:
“Hey, [Name]! Glad you finally made it home~ and now that you’re here, I get to show you all the good times we had. Just walk up to each card and I’ll see ya’ soon. Bye”
-
You giggled at your boyfriend’s antics and walked a few steps to the next card and picked it up:
“Remember when I took you out on our first date. O man what a day!”
- - - - - - -
It was a nice winter day and America thought it would be fun to go to a Winter Wonderland. Too bad that Winter Wonderland was full of kids around the ages of seven and eight.
“Al… you're implying that we should have children, aren’t you?” you asked.
A heavy, scarlet blush appeared on the blonde’s face.
“No way! I swear I didn’t know this was for kids!” he yelled while flailing his arms around, gaining the attention of the kids.
They all started to swarm around you, asking questions and they even started to climb both of your legs and arms.
You both glanced at each other and then shared a laugh. It was no ordinary date.
- - - - - - -
You smiled warmly at the sudden rush of that memory. It was the best date you’ve ever been on.
You walked a few more steps to the next card and reached for it:
“Remember when I had to meet you dad. O God, I thought I was gonna die.”
- - - - - -
“Dad. Please don’t scare him away, I really like him.” You stated to your father.
He was an old fashioned man that always wanted to meet your boyfriends BEFORE a date. When he found out that America didn’t ask for his blessing [1], he demanded that he were to meet the man that dared to ask his little angel out without his consent.
You sighed. This would be one helluva night.
*Ding Dong*
Your father quickly rushed to the door with you trailing behind him. He swung it opened to reveal America in a tux. He looked really uncomfortable, shifting from foot to foot.
Your father surveyed him, and shook his head as if he were disgusted. He did a gesture with his hand, indicating that he wanted America to come in.
America shuffled in and took a seat on the couch. You sat beside him and put a hand on his knee, reassuring him.
He gave you a quick smile, and his gaze returned back to your father.
“So, you think you’re worthy enough to be my little cupcakes boyfriend!”
America nearly jumped at the loudness of your father’s voice.
“Daddy! Be polite!” you hissed at the intimidating man.
Your father softened a little, but still glared at America and continued his little speech.
“How do I know you won’t leave her like the other one did. Prove to me that you won’t.”
You cringed at the mention of your last boyfriend. It wasn’t the nicest break-up in the world.
America felt you shake beside him and put a hand on your shoulder, while facing your father.
“I don’t know what that douche-bag did to [Name], but I would never hurt her in any kind of way. Even though I’ve been dating her for a few weeks, I love her more than anything.”
Tears started freefalling down your face and a pink hue started to spread across your face.
Your father watched as you continued to cry and how Alfred looked down at you tenderly and was gently brushing your tears away.
The men smiled. His daughter finally found the one.
“All right. I think I’ve seen enough. Alfred, you seem capable enough to take care of my daughter so… I approve.”
You and Alfred sat there, dumbfounded. You turned towards each other and toothy grins appeared on your faces.
- - - - - - -
You grinned. That was the first time America confessed to you.
You’ve had awesome times with him. You truly did love him. It was very ironic, but he was like your own personal hero.
You continued down the long line of notes, laughing and nearly crying at each little memory until you finally reached the back yard.
America stood on the patio, a cheesy smile on his face. You quickly rushed up to him and tackled him to the ground.
He laughed and stood up, with you still clinging to him.
“Hey babe, took ya’ long enough to get back here.”
You huffed and smiled. “Why’d you do all of this Al? It’s not everyday you do something like this.”
Alfred scratched the back of his head, his hand darting in his coat pocket.
“Well, I just though that I should do something special before proposing to you.”
You stood there, letting his words sink in before tackling him again.
“A-are you serious?!”
America laughed and nodded, pulling out the wedding ring from his pocket.
“Marry me, [Name]. You can’t say no to an awesome hero.”
You giggled “Of course, but on one condition.”
Alfred raised an eyebrow.
“And that condition is…?”
“You have to tell my father~.”
“…Shit.”
-
[1] Yeah my dad says that all the time. In fact, I made the your dad exactly like my dad
One more to go then I have to write the rest
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AllenJ8038850 Featured By Owner 17 hours ago  New member Hobbyist Writer
Lol- My Dad thinks every guy I meet, even if they are just friends, are douche bags and they have to meet him before they can hang out with me. That could explain why he called my current boyfriend a douche nozzle since he didn't get a chance to meet him before we moved.
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decembercat124 Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Hobbyist Photographer
I thought of Rude.
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crimson675 Featured By Owner Jul 4, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
Dads the same
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RedFlare117 Featured By Owner Jul 1, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
my dad's the same
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canisMajor12 Featured By Owner Jun 28, 2014
This was so cute! My dad would probably be "cleaning" his machete, rifle, shotgun, etc. I'd tell Alfred, "Okay, stand a foot away from me the whole time and you should be okay...hopefully."
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SweetArcadia Featured By Owner Jun 18, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
My mom and dad are divorced and I really didn't get to talk to him before he left so I don't know what he would do.
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Spot-The-Kitty Featured By Owner Jun 12, 2014  New member Hobbyist General Artist
"you have to tell my father" "... Shit"
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Spot-The-Kitty Featured By Owner Jun 12, 2014  New member Hobbyist General Artist
Weel i don has a daddeh,but i has a mommeh with a gun :3
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OhsoDutch34 Featured By Owner May 21, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
((Lolz...my dad said he's going to do the same ting when I start dating... I think I've fainted.  ))
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OtakuRabbits Featured By Owner May 16, 2014
My dad's like that too so when he found out that most of my friends are guys I thought he was gonna cause a first world chrisis (I act like a dude so that's why I have the friends I have)
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