Could I please ask for some 1p America x 2p England?
Friend of a Friend
Alfred enjoyed going out to hang with friends. Sure he should probably be doing something more productive but he’s not, and he’s not going to worry about it until tomorrow. He laughs loudly with some of his inner circle buddies as they approach the house that is going to host their party.
“Eyyy!” Someone shouts when they enter. He’s pretty sure they aren’t the owner of the house but it doesn’t really matter. There is some cheering and some drinks passed around, music is playing over some speakers and there’s a small dance pile already going. Alfred manages to get a small cup for himself and a comfy spot with some people he knows in the corner.
“This is nice,” He remarks, taking a sip of something not alcoholic. He’s a light weight on his own, and he needs to make sure his friends don’t drink too much. Some of them have already taken a shot.
“Yo Alfie!” He raises his cup in greeting to someone he knows from a class or some other event. They share a side arm hug and ask a question or two about his life and things.
“Oh shit I want to introduce you to someone!” They yell over the music. Alfred just nods along. He spies them coming to him from the crowd with someone small and giggly.
“Alfie this is Oliver, he’s cool,” They introduce. Oliver has his hands over his face laughing ridiculously. Alfred can only laugh along with them. When they finally remove their hands to look at him, his laughter stops but the smile on his face is still very prominent.
“Aw you’re Alfie?” They coo and Alfred nods. He could be any number of nicknames for them. They are short and adorable with a splattering of freckles across their face. Alfred can feel a bubble of happiness in his chest just seeing them smile. It’s sparkling and bright and there’s nothing Alfred can do but nod when Oliver asks him to dance with him.
“Yeah of course!” He says even though he can’t dance. Oliver can’t either but he laughs and moves himself with a smile anyway. It gives Alfred a little bit of courage to dance a little more recklessly himself.
“Oh my gosh that was fun~” Oliver holds his hand as they get out of the pile of people being dumb and having fun. Alfred laughs boisterously, swinging their hands back and forth.
“I don’t dance usually,” Alfred confesses. When he heads to parties he tends to stick the edges, mingling and talking to people versus dancing. Oliver gasps scandalized. He crosses his arms and stomps his foot.
“Dancing is the best part!” He almost shouts. Alfred can’t help the snort that escapes him. Oliver can’t hold in his own giggles and breaks out into a laugh as well.
“So how do you know Mattie?” Oliver asks when they are outside the house just chilling in the front yard on some lawn chairs that have been placed out there. Alfred hums and leans back to look at the stars. The music is faded behind them.
“We had a class or two together, we ended up in study group.” He says. Oliver hums and twirls a water bottle in his hands. Alfred glances at Oliver to see him smiling at anything and everything. When he turns to Alfred his smile widens.
“How did you two meet?” Alfred returns the question. Oliver makes a high pitched ‘oh!’ noise.
“We were roommates! Mattie kept me from doing nothing but eat the entire first semester,” Oliver says it proudly like having such a low self control is something amazing. Alfred can’t blame him too much. His own self confidence is fairly low as well.
“I love food,” Is what Alfred ends up saying. Oliver gasps again sits up to fumble his phone out of his pocket. He spills his drink a little but he manages to pull up a few pictures on his phone to show Alfred.
“Holy crap,” Alfred’s mouth starts to water seeing the display of sweet treats all delicately placed about. There are a few more pictures of cakes and then even some chocolate designs. He whines from his sweet tooth aching for sugary things.
“Did you make these?” He’s sure he looks like a pathetic puppy asking the question but he doesn’t care. The bashful prideful look Oliver has on his face is totally worth any possible humiliation he has. Oliver nods and takes back his phone.
“These are old too, I’m much better now,” He says and Alfred flops lower in his chair.
“I’m so hungry now,” He complains. Oliver giggles into his hands once more.
“I mean, if you wanted, you could come over and try some,” It’s s subtle suggestion, one that makes Alfred jerk straight up to grab Oliver’s free hand. There are stars in his eyes.
“Really?!” There’s no use hiding his excitement. Oliver’s eyes go wide but the soft smile he wears is breathtaking. He nods his head and suppresses the giggle to be able to talk.
“Yeah, that could be fun,” Oliver admits with an embarrassed laugh. Alfred forgets the fact they barely know each other. He wiggles happily and squeezes Oliver’s hand tight. When he goes back to his own chair he doesn’t let go. Oliver doesn’t mention it.
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When Alfred tries the first of a cake Oliver bakes for him he asks Oliver to marry him out of sheer happiness of how it tastes, knowing he would love to tastes sweets like that for the rest of his life. Oliver laughs but he doesn’t say no.
Cause I want to. I want to rp either 1p2p UsUk or 1p2p CanEng, England/Arthur bottoming for both. So I would like either a 2p!America or a 2p!Canada. Whichever name you want to use is up to you. I prefer human name's to the country name. So anyone want to?
Thinking about stuff. But man, really want to rp devil!2p!America x Angel!England. Like so bad it's unreal. I want there to be like super rough sex that leads to England no longer being angel I mean, 2p!America ripping his wings from his back while they fuck. I want a seme 2p!America for my uke England. Personal preference. So anyone?
