kinda liking the idea of AmeLiech where everyone thinks of Alfred as the older one, because he’s taller and just giving the vibes, but in reality he is giddy af about having found himself an older girlfriend
i must hear more about this ameliech idea its so odd yet so cute
Honestly, it’s a lot of just “size difference make brain go brrrrr” lmao. I’m a huge fan of tumblr user skitchune’s depiction of Alfred. He’s just so buff and so sweet and such a service top and I love that. And I love the idea of him being absolutely putty for tiny Lina. Like, I just love the idea of big boy Alfred on his knees with a collar and leash around his neck eating Lina out UGH. I don’t really see Lina as domming a lot but something about Alfred being such a good boy for her is so fucking appealing
Thank you! This is actually a really cute pairing that I have never thought of before, but here you go!
“And next, we need a dozen hamburgers!”
“A dozen—” Liechtenstein tries to reach for thepiece of paper, but America holds it over her head teasingly. “We do not need a dozen hamburgers, Alfred!”
“C’mon, please?”
She pokes him in the chest. “I will buy you twodozen hamburgers when we win.”
He sighs, knowing he has been defeated, andlowers the piece of paper so Liechtenstein can read the remaining items theyneed to find to complete their scavenger hunt. He isn’t sure why he’s sosurprised about her fanaticism. Her ambition is part of why he likes her tobegin with. She’s always willing to go to great lengths to prove that, smallthough she is, she’s just as smart or strong or – otherwise good, as anyoneelse, and probably even better.
America is just really hungry.
“Only three more items to go,” Liechtensteinsays happily. She links her arm through America’s – his arm that is notoccupied carrying the bulky linen bag already full of inane things like a dishrack and a lunchbox with a picture of a Sesame Street character on.
(America has actually grown rather fond of thelunchbox during the quarter of an hour he’s had it in his possession and kindof wants one too, maybe with Elmo on the front.)
Liechtenstein chugs down the narrow street,tugging America through the adorable Alpine village, up and down slopingalleys, past cow pastures and roadside chapels. The sun is beating down on thembut a cool wind rolls down from the snowy top of the mountain, makingLiechtenstein’s green dress flutter from time to time. It hasn’t failed to makeAmerica smile so far.
“I think I know where to find a fake beard,”she says thoughtfully, still walking briskly down the mountain. “But I’m notsure about the pumpkin or the – are you keeping up?”
“Yeah, no, I’m fine,” he says, trying to catchhis breath. He is no stranger to mountains, but he usually doesn’t live on one, and now he remembers why. Thisis why Liechtenstein’s legs are so strong, why she managed to ride a bike allthe way downtown with him on the back that one time. “Fake beard, you weresaying?”
“Fake beard is no problem, there’s a shop thatsells things like that near the church.”
“We’re not allowed to pay—”
She bats her eyelashes at him, and he fallssilent. Of course, the good old schoolgirl charm. Works every time, even onhim.
(Sometimes he forgets Liechtenstein is morethan twice as old as he is, but she’s quick to remind him most of the time.)
Liechtenstein laughs, then says, “But then weneed a pumpkin and something withfeathers.”
“So, like, a bird.” He grins. “Hey, you know Icould—”
“And you are not doing your eagle call, Alfred!”She’s already further down the street again.
He grins wider and rushes after her. They runinto one other participating couple on their way to the church, and their bagseems less bulky than America and Liechtenstein’s. He’s still not sure whetherit’s entirely fair that they, as nations, are participating in this, but theyare only officially banned from competing in inter-country events, so he thinksthey’ll be fine. Besides, it’s not as if the prize is so grand; it’s only afree meal at the restaurant up on the mountain.
(Free food! The best prize, in his opinion, andgod knows Liechtenstein’s people have some excellent ideas about whatconstitutes a good meal.)
The fake beard is indeed very easy to obtain.Liechtenstein only has to bat her eyes at the woman behind the counter, and she’sgone. She punches America in the shoulder when they exit into the sunny street,and he actually stumbles a little from the force of it. For such a small girl,she packs a good punch, does Liechtenstein. Another thing America admires abouther.
The somethingwith feathers is harder than they initially envisioned, because while theyfind a feather on the pavement somewhere, they don’t find anything with feathers, at least not somethingthat is free. Until Liechtenstein suddenly runs off into a pasture, shoutingGerman so rapid America can’t understand a word she’s saying. He stands at theedge of the grass and stares at his tiny girlfriend while she talks to anelderly man sitting in the shade.
It is kind of cheating to be a nation, hethinks. Liechtenstein’s people are always going to trust her implicitly,schoolgirl charm or not. So he isn’t surprised at all when she comes back withthe old man’s hat in her hands. It’s one of those green ones, with a few smallfeathers tucked in the band.
“Feathers!”
“You’re a bit of a cheater, aren’t you?” heteases, and Liechtenstein looks affronted.
“How dare you imply that, Mr Jones?” But shegiggles and shoos away the goat trying to eat their bag with gentle words,putting the hat into the sack. “I promised I’d give it back, don’t worry.”
He kisses the top of her head and pulls her outof the grass. Her sensible hiking shoes are muddy. It’s charming in the sameway many things about her are charming. It holds the implication there’s somuch more to her than meets the eye.
(Which is true, of course, because she’sliterally over a thousand years old yet is still asked to show her ID whentrying to buy alcohol. America knows her passports always start with her aged eighteen,like his always start at nineteen, but it’s an entirely arbitrary number. Ifher passport said she was 29, people would have to believe that too.)
“It isn’t pumpkin season,” Liechtenstein iscomplaining. “Why did they put this on the list?”
America wraps his arm around her shoulders asthey wander in search of their last item. She only comes up to his shoulder, soit’s an easy fit. It also means he can look over her head and spot somedecorations outside a bakery.
“Hey, does it say anywhere it has to be a realpumpkin?” He squeezes her shoulder and adds, “Pumpkin?”
“No… No, it doesn’t! What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking there’s an iron pumpkin outsidethat bakery, so if we find one of those in a shop somewhere…”
She turns to him, light eyes sparkling.
“Oh no,” he says.
“I’mthinking we grab that one and make a run for the meeting point.”
“You’re not serious. Honey, we can’t steal—”
“Well.” She purses her lips. “We’ll bring itback later, of course.”
(There are so many layers to Liechtenstein, andAmerica is very fond of the rebellious one that wears expensive leather jacketsand listens to trash metal and stealspumpkins for scavenger hunts.)
(Well, he is fond of all the layers.)
“Please?”
Not the eyething! He can’t resist the eye thing, she knows that.
“You are— You are so manipulative. Let’s stealthat pumpkin.”
And so they arrive at the meeting placedrenched in sweat, but America is laughing hysterically and Liechtenstein is hiccuppingand they are first with all theitems, they won! Even the pumpkin counts. America lifts Liechtenstein up by thewaist and swings her around.
“Oh my god,” he pants. “We stole a pumpkin.”
She starts laughing again.
When they see the owner of the pumpkin coming,they take one look at one another and jump into the cable car. The man staresat them incredulously from the ground. Liechtenstein actually waves at him ashe picks up his pumpkin and angrily walks back into the village.
“Entschuldigung!” America shouts down at him. Thepeople from the scavenger hunt look confused but have no choice but to let themgo.
They claim their free meal triumphantly, and itis as delicious as America expected.
“Angry baker worth it?” Liechtenstein asks,smiling softly at him, touching his hand with her small fingers with theirlilac nails.
He turns his hand over to grasp hers. “Totallyworth it. But let’s just… Let’s just take a different cable car down, okay?”
Her smile gets broader. “Sure, if you’rescared.”
He wants to protest, but she kisses his cheekand he decides to shut up and just enjoy the evening.
(In the end, they miss the last cable car andhave to walk all the way down to the village. America thinks it might be karma,but obligingly carries Liechtenstein when she asks him to. He’s a goodboyfriend, after all.)
(He realizes she didn’t buy him two dozenhamburgers and puts her down until she promises him three dozen and a milkshake.)
“If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you’ve made me smile, the entire sky would be in the palm of my hand.”
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Mun Note- Dear anon! I simply had to do the Ameliech one! I thought it was really cute especially with colors and such, so I was absolutely happy to do it!
