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I Win | America x Reader | Theme #1: Creative





The summer sun is rising over the Kirkland-Jones Household when Alfred F. Jones decides to make a move. He paces back and forth in his room, thinking furiously of a new, original way to ask the burning question he’s been longing to say for who knows how long. Agitatedly running fingers through his thick, unruly blond hair, Alfred continues to wear a rut in the floor of his bedroom as he ruminates, fidgeting anxiously.

“BLOODY HELL!” A fist pounding on his door startles the American. He stops pacing in time to hear, “—quit it with your damn pacing, Alfred! I can hear it all the way from my room! I’m trying to sleep, I’m exhausted, and it’s five in the goddamn morning! Go back to bed!”

Alfred rolls his eyes. “Aren’t you usually up by now?” he snaps back.

“It’s summer, git!” Arthur growls. “When we have no classes to wake for, I allow myself to sleep in like any other person on the face of the Earth!” There’s a long pause, then the sound of a sigh drifts beneath the door. “But…you’re never up early. Can you explain to me why you’ve decided to wake before noon for the first time in twenty-three years and pace the length of your room and back? Obviously, something is bothering you. So let me in and out with it!”

Alfred plops down on his bed and folds his arms. “You’re just going to make fun of me.”

“Oh, I will not! Have some faith in your brother, would you?” Alfred hears Arthur jiggle the knob of the bedroom door. “Just unlock it, for God’s sake!”

Alfred frowns and shifts uncomfortably. “…Promise you won’t laugh?”

Alfred can practically hear Arthur roll his eyes. “Yes, I promise.” He’s bursting with impatience. “Either let me in or I’m going back to bed and not helping you with your stupid problems!”

Alfred reluctantly slides off the bed and makes his way over to the door. He reaches out and twists the handle, unlocking it from his side. Then he turns his back to it and crosses his arms, walking slowly over to the bed. With a groan, he suddenly flings himself down over its surface, burying his face in the soft blankets making up the top layer of his bed.

“It’s hopeless!” he moans.

“What is?” The bed dips a little lower, signifying Arthur has sat down beside Alfred.

“How am I supposed to ask her?!”

“Ask who?”

“What if I screw up? What if I don’t ask her in a special enough way, and then she rejects me? What the hell can I do, dammit?!”

“Bloody hell, Alfred, tell me what’s on your mind!” Arthur barks, interrupting the other’s train of thought.

Alfred ignores him, rolling over and sitting up to face his bedside table. He gazes at the small framed picture on his desk in the corner of his bedroom. It was taken the day of his six birthday on July 4th. He stood with Arthur, his younger brother Matthew, and some of his friends, like Kiku Honda, Francis Bonnefoy, Yao Wang, Ivan Braginski, Feliciano and Lovino Vargas, and many others. But the one who stands out to him the most is her. The one kissing his cheek in the picture while his six-year-old self blushed like crazy.

You. You’re his best friend and first crush— and also his current love, whom he’s so distressed over. He’s been in love with you for over twenty years or so, starting from when you first met until now, and he has yet to actually allow his feelings to be exposed to you.

Poor Alfred is deathly terrified of rejection.

Arthur’s emerald eyes have wandered to where the focus of Alfred’s stare is. Immediately, he understands and makes a small noise of exasperation. “This again? Alfred Foster Jones, I swear to the creator of tea, you need to make a decision!” He crosses his arms and adds, “You do realise (First) will most likely be taken by someone else soon? She’s beautiful and sweet with a wonderful sense of humor. If you don’t ask her, someone else will.” He says this with a slightly wistful expression.  

That grabs the younger’s attention remarkably well. He whips around and rounds on Arthur, glaring at him. “Don’t you dare, you son of a bitch!”

“Don’t I dare what?!”

“You want to ask her out, too!” Alfred shouts, pointing an accusatory finger at his older brother.

“Well, who wouldn’t?!” Arthur snaps back. “She’s lovely! You better man up and ask her before I, or someone else, does!”

“Fine!” Alfred stands suddenly and storms over to the door. “I’ll come up with the best damn idea you’ve ever seen! I’ll ask her out in a way that’s so great, it’ll put your stupid bouquet of roses to shame!” He flips Arthur off and stomps out the door, slamming it behind him.

“How the hell did you know I bought those for her?! Were you spying on me? Alfred? ALFRED?!”



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Alfred quickly makes his way down to the kitchen, his preferred happy place. Opening the door to the pantry, he mutters unflattering words aimed at Arthur while he searches for some sort of snack, preferably one of those Hostess pastries. Upon finding a box of cakes, he smiles a little and grabs it, pulling the box out and setting it on the granite counter while simultaneously shutting the pantry door with his foot. He takes the box with him to the kitchen table and plops down in one of the chairs with a sigh, grabbing a cake and ripping apart its cellophane with a dejected look on his face. Alfred removes the cake from its plastic, staring at it dully for a moment before lifting it to his mouth. As he bites into the chocolate dessert, his thoughts swirl to life once again. His mood plummets as his troubles rise back up with a vengeance.

“What am I supposed to do…?” he mumbles, eyebrows knitting together. He sucks the cream out from the middle of the layered cake, then sighs. “Arthur’s right. If I don’t come up with something soon, (First)’s gonna get asked out by somebody else. Or, worse, Arthur’ll come up with some freaking amazing way to ask her, and I’ll be screwed…” Alfred finishes off the last of his snack and stands to put the box away. He tucks it into the back of the pantry, hiding it due to past experiences. Peter, the youngest Kirkland, likes to steal Alfred’s treats and often comes hunting during the late hours of the night.

Striding back to his place at the table, Alfred leans on the back of his chair, scowling at the two cats who just came into his view. Normally, he’d have no problem with Americat and Iggycat, but right now, he’s too pissed at the world to care. “Stupid cats, stupid Arthur, stupid emotions, stupid everything!” He straightens back up and walks over to the couch, collapsing back against its soft cushions. He closes his eyes and groans, twitching in annoyance when the two cats brush against his legs.    

“What the hell do you two want?”

Both meow in response, and Americat paws at his stomach while Iggycat folds his paws and sits sophisticatedly on the floor beside Americat. Alfred watches as his cat meows again and turns his head to follow the movements of the animal as it bounds into the kitchen. It stops in front of the pantry and claws at the door, mewling a little louder. Alfred groans again and clambers to his feet, making his slow way back into the kitchen. The stupid cat wants to be fed— and Iggycat follows Alfred, nipping at his heels, likely hungry as well.

“Relax, Iggs, I’ll get you your damn food!”  

“Well, aren’t you a ray of sunshine this morning.”

Alfred jumps five feet in the air and spins around. There stands Arthur, leaning against the wall and sipping delicately from a steaming cup of tea, likely Earl Grey. He smirks a little at Alfred’s startled expression before pushing off of the wall and walking over to the stainless steel dishwasher. He glances over his shoulder to call out, “You should get going on that idea of yours, it’s nearly ten o’clock. You’re running out of time.”

Alfred’s body stiffens and he jerkily makes his way over to the cabinet holding the cat food. He opens it and snatches the pail from its place beside the box of grainy dishwashing powder, slamming it down on the counter. “Why don’t you make them their food?” he asks irritably, frowning at Arthur before turning to storm over to the sectional couch in the room over.  As he does so, he passes the refrigerator, which has several McDonald’s coupons and advertisements plastered across it. Along with those, there are two flyers announcing the date of a fireworks show in the local park. Alfred feels his mouth water at the sight of the McDonald’s burgers on the papers. He just wants to buy fifty burgers and—

That’s it!

A grin spreads across Alfred’s face, and he rushes to the fridge. “Arthur, dude, please tell me we have, like, ten packages of hamburger meat in the freezer.”

“We have some…why?” Arthur responds suspiciously. “You have a dangerous look in your eye, Alfred…”

“’Cause I just came up with the best freaking idea ever!”  Alfred glances at the flyers and the coupons on the fridge’s surface one more time to be sure. The date of the fireworks show is August 16th—today. “Damn, I gotta get going!” Alfred shoves his hand into his pocket and rummages around, searching for his cell phone. Once he finds it, he quickly unlocks the device and speed-dials you. “Please pick up…” he mutters.



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You’re hanging out with Elizabeta, lounging around in your bedroom and watching videos on your laptop when your cell phone rings. You’re so engrossed in what’s on your screen you don’t even notice, but Eliza hears the song just fine. Her attention is drawn to the vibrating object blaring out ☆ I’m Your HERO! ☆. She smirks evilly when she recognizes the ringtone and, still grinning like a maniac, taps you on the shoulder.

You swat the Hungarian’s hand away, mumbling something about watching more Mark. Eliza frowns and shakes you again, more insistently this time. Scowling, you pause the video and spin around in your black swivel chair. “Whaddya want, Liza? Do you really need my help to answer your own phone?”

She rolls her green eyes and jabs her finger pointedly at the phone in her right hand. “This phone is yours, and it’s for you, genius,” she says. “Alfred is calling. Answer before it goes to voicemail!”

Your eyes widen when she says his name and your heart skips a beat. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me it was him?! Gimme the phone!” You swipe it from her grip as fast as you can answered immediately. “H-Hello?!”

“(First)? (First), dudette, are you there?”

“Oh! Hey, Al!” You try to sound calm and collected, as though you didn’t just freak over the fact that Alfred F. Jones is calling you. Even though he’s your best friend, it’s rare for him to call you. Normally he prefers to barge into your home and give you a bear-hug in person before telling you whatever it is he wants to say. Which is just fine, you love his hugs, but it’s always a bit of a scare when he comes sprinting into your bedroom and scoops you into a tight bear hug when you’re still half-asleep. Maybe you should confiscate that house key you gave him?

Lost in your memories, you don’t hear Alfred ask,

“So…(First)…I was kinda wondering… Um, there’s gonna be a fireworks show tonight at the park, and I was hoping you’d…um…would you like to go with me? Like as a date?” He blurts the last part, startling you out of your thoughts.

“Huh? What’d you say, Al?”

“Uh…will you go to the park with me tonight?!” Alfred sounds nervous.

You sit there in silence for a moment, taking in his words one at a time. The park? With you?! OF FUCKING COURSE! Wait, is this a date? Should I dress nice? SHIT! Do I need to wear a fancy dress?! I NEED A FANCY DRESS, DAMN IT! Shit, I have to go find a—

“(F-First)? Are you still there? I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

You cut him off quickly, spewing out your feelings excitedly, “I’d love to go with you, Al, oh my goodness this is gonna be so much fun, you and me at the park together maybe cuddling on a little picnic blanket while we watch the fireworks it’ll be so romantic I can’t wait—!” You stop suddenly. OH MY GOD, I SAID THAT OUT LOUD!  

Alfred sounds a little flustered when he says, “Cool! I’ll pick you up at five! Would you like me to get—”

“I’m sure whatever you get will be fine! Bye, Al!” You hang up, burying your face in your hands. “That was so embarrassing!” you cry, cheeks flaming.

“Real smooth, (First).” Eliza snickers. “What the hell was that?!”

“Sh-Shut up! He probably thinks I’m a total idiot!”

“It was pretty bad.”

“LIZ, NOT HELPING!” You jump to your feet and and try to grab her, but she ducks out of reach before you can. "YOU BETTER RUN BEFORE I BEAT YOU WITH YOUR OWN FRYING PAN!"



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“She said yes,” Alfred says for the third time, shock all over his features.

“We get it, arse! She told you yes! Now shut up about it!”

Alfred turns to grin at Arthur smugly. “You’re just upset because she said yes to me, and not you~!” he sings, and starts to do a little victory dance. It looks a bit like the one he did at Kiku’s house the other day, swinging his hips and throwing his hands up.

Arthur scowls. “You look like a moron.” He stomps over to the counter and opens one of the drawers. Pulling out a store-bought blueberry scone, he bites into it with unnecessary force, chewing with violent gusto. “Go celebrate somewhere else!”

“You’re just jealous!” Alfred shoots back as he goes to get some packages of hamburger meat from the freezer.

“Whatever!” Arthur snaps. He sounds a little off, and with a start Alfred abruptly notices Arthur’s eyes are filled with hurt. He suddenly feels a bit guilty for rubbing his success in his brother’s face. Before he can apologize, however, Arthur storms out of the kitchen into living room.

This leaves Alfred behind to have control of the kitchen and he, now alone, rips open the first package of meat. Alfred grabs his phone and hurries to play some music through the Bluetooth speaker on the counter, then gets to work preparing some hamburgers for tonight’s date.



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You rush around your room, frantically getting ready. It’s already 4:50pm!

As you search for the perfect outfit, Eliza sits on your bed, coaching you in everything she knows. She lectures you on conversation starters, reminds you to eat politely, and makes you swear you’ll kiss Alfred by the time the night’s over.

You roll your eyes at that one. “Really, Eliza? This is just a friend thing. I doubt he’d want to kiss someone like me. I know he wants one of those girls who’re seductive and gorgeous and…not me.”

Eliza waves you off. “You’re so blind, but fine. Believe what you want.”

You frowns at your reflection in the mirror and spins around to face her. “You know I’m telling the truth! He likes that Michelle girl, not me!”

Eliza shrugs. “Michelle’s nice, but not what Alfred’s looking for. But whatever. You’ll see how wrong you are soon enough.”

You open your mouth to retort, but at that moment, the doorbell rings. Alfred’s voice floats up from the porch through your bedroom’s open window. “(First)! I’m here! Open up, dudette! Let’s go! The park opens for seating in, like, ten minutes!”

You giggle, but the laugh dies in your throat at the sight of Elizabeta’s smug face. “Piss off!” you hiss at her, then yank open the door to your bedroom and rush downstairs to the foyer. You quickly examine yourself once more, and once you deem yourself acceptable, you open the front door with a welcoming smile on your face. “Hey, Al!”

Alfred is grinning as soon as the door swings open. “’Sup, dudette? I hope you’re ready, ’cause I’m taking you on an awesome date!” His face immediately darkens in color and he coughs awkwardly before sputtering, “I-I mean trip! A-Ah, day out? Erm, friendly outing! Yeah, that’s what I meant!”

“Smooth, Alfred.”

Another voice comes from behind the blond American and scares the crap out of you. It’s nicely accented, so you guess it belongs to Alfred’s brother, Arthur. And sure enough, Arthur reveals himself when he steps out from behind Alfred. You raise an eyebrow at his appearance and ask, “Arthur? What are you doing here?”

“Chaperoning,” he replies, scowling. He holds up a hand when you open your mouth. “Before you ask why, I was put up to it.”

“Um…okay…?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t ruin your bloody date.” He turns away, glaring at the apple blossom tree in your front yard.

You blush, but Arthur pays you no mind. So, a bit confused, you refocus your gaze on Alfred. “So…ah…ready to go?”

“Huh?” Alfred snaps to attention and reddens before saying, “Oh! Yeah, let’s go!” He offers you a hand, which you accept, and escorts you down your porch steps once you shut and locked the front door.

“Be back soon, Eliza!” You call up to the open bedroom window. She pokes her head out the window and waves, making kissy faces at you once Alfred turns around. You flip her off before spinning around and linking your arm through Arthur’s, then swing Alfred’s hand back and forth as you all walk to the sidewalk. “So…we walking the entire way?”

Alfred cringes. “Yeah, sorry. I loaned my Sonata to Feliciano and Lovino…and you can imagine how that went.” He laughs a little and rubs the back of his head, smiling sheepishly.

You shudder. “You let them drive your car? Willingly?!”

“Um…yeah.”

“Idiot.” You smack his arm lightly. “Those two could’ve taken Ludwig’s car or Antonio’s, not yours!” You giggle at the thought of Lovino cussing someone out while driving, then colliding with a tree and swearing some more while Feliciano cries. “They’re paying for a new one, right?”

“Yeah. Romulus’s got it covered.”

“Good.” You play idly with Alfred’s fingers as you both chat, while Arthur is silent. You don’t even realize you’ve reached the park until Arthur clears his throat.

“Oi, lovebirds! We’ve arrived!” he announces, unlinking his arm from your own. You and Alfred stop short in surprise, then smile and without another word or glance his way, you both sprint excitedly to the entrance.



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Time passes quickly and you and Alfred accidentally lose Arthur in your fun. You chase each other around the playground like children, hunt down rabbits and squirrels in the undergrowth of the woods (one hundred percent Alfred’s idea, but he can tell you’re enjoying yourself), and stroll through the greenery, admiring the blooming gardens in the lazy, sweet-smelling evening air of summer.

It’s 7:45pm (fifteen minutes before the fireworks show is to start) by the time Alfred chooses a spot on the summit of a hill, right in front of an old wooden bench sitting beneath a simple little cherry tree. It has the perfect view of the spacious dome of the sky, and the emerald grass is as lush and soft as carpet.

“You couldn’t have picked a more perfect place, Al,” you comment, brushing some hair out of your eyes.

“Thanks, dudette,” Alfred responds, busy with unpacking the picnic basket. He lays out a blanket decorated with the Stars and Stripes, grinning a little, then brings out the food, secretly setting aside a specific burger behind him, hiding it from your sight. He blushes slightly when you give a small chuckle.

“Burgers, huh? What a surprise,” you tease.

“You know me too well for it to be a surprise.” Alfred takes a large bite out of his first cheeseburger and adds, “But just so you know, these are homemade by yours truly, just for you!” He winks at you and laughs loudly before inhaling the rest of his burger.

You crack a smile and steal a cheeseburger from the plate between you and bite into it slowly, a look of skepticism on your face. Tapping your chin as you swallow, you finally break into a grin and declare, “This is better than McDonald’s!”

Alfred freezes. “It…is?”

“Yes, silly.”

“OH MY GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH!” Alfred scoops you into a tight hug, squeezing the life out of you as he crushes you to his chest. She just said my burgers are better than McDonald’s. McDonald’s! I love this girl so much. I wonder how I’ve managed to keep it a secret for so long? I can’t believe I haven’t told her yet. But now is the perfect time… I just hope this goes well. “Hey, um…(First)?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, I’ve always wanted to tell you something and—”

Alfred’s cut off by a loud BOOM! and red, white, and blue explode in the darkened sky. He nearly drops you as the noise startles him. He releases you from his bear-hug and sighs.

“Look, Al! The show’s starting!” Your eyes sparkle with excitement.

“C-Cool, (First), but I—”

Another burst of color lights the sky, sparks dancing in the cool night air. He watches the multi-colored explosions through anxious eyes and frowns when you focus on the fireworks instead of him. Your eyes are locked on the sky, mouth hanging slightly open in awe.

Alfred rubs the back of his head and reaches behind him for the special burger. Seizing it, he taps you on the shoulder. You glance over your shoulder, a curious look on your beautiful face. “What is it, Al?”

“I, uh…I have something for you.” He suddenly pushes the burger into your hands, blushing a vibrant crimson.

You stare at it for a minute, the fireworks’ colors reflecting wonderfully in your bright eyes. Alfred looks on nervously as you raise your head and gaze at him, bemused and giggling quietly. “What am I supposed to do with this?”

He points to the top bun with slightly shaking hands. “Um…lift that up.”

“Okay…?” You obey, an eyebrow raised. Alfred waits in strained silence, overwhelmingly anxious to hear your answer. “There’s nothing special here, Alfred. Just a burger and some cheese, with ketchup and mustard. Was I supposed to see something?”

“W-What?!” Alfred snatches the burger from your grasp, eyes wide. He relaxes when he sees the condiments are still there. Slightly smeared, but still there. It’s too dark for her to see… he realizes. “H-Here, (First), I’ll get my phone so you can see…”

“See? See what?” You sound confused, tilting your head to the side like a little puppy. Alfred bites his lip and averts his eyes, cheeks warming at such a cute sight. He doesn’t answer and extends the burger to you, and you take it from him again, still looking curious. “Alfred?”

“Here.” Alfred presses the home button on his iPhone and allows the light to shine down on the burger’s exposed surface. The cheese is illuminated, and words are found, spelled out with the ketchup and mustard:



Wanna go out with me~?



Alfred waits with his breath held, heart pounding at one hundred miles per hour. He watches as your eyes widen in shock, and color steadily floods your already rosy cheeks. He smiles nervously when you turn your head slowly to stare at him, mouth hanging open slightly. You open and close your mouth, then finally scream, “HELL YES!” and dive at him happily, tackling him to the grass below. You squeeze the life out of him, and Alfred finds himself gasping for air.

“Y-Yes?” he repeats, stunned.

“YES!” you confirm, and kiss his cheek. “Yes, Alfred! I can’t believe you asked me! That was so creative and sweet and—” You abruptly pull away and cross your arms, a pout replacing your wonderful smile.

“S-Something wrong?” Alfred asks anxiously.

“Yeah. Elizabeta was right, dammit. And here I thought you were in love with Michelle…”

“Michelle?” Alfred laughs. “She’s sweet, sure, but I’ve only ever had eyes for you, dudette.” He sits up and gently tugs you into a hug, laying his head on your shoulder. “(First), you’ve made me the happiest guy in the world!”

You freeze. “R-Really?” you say, hushed and disbelieving.

“Really!” Alfred confirms, grinning from ear to ear. He hesitates before leaning in and murmuring, “I…I don’t even know how to tell you just how happy you’ve made me.” He closes his eyes and starts to lean in further for a kiss, whispering, “(First), I lo—” But he frowns when something soft touches his mouth (he’s certain it’s not your lips) and cuts him off. He opens his eyes and discovers you with your fingers on his mouth.

You give him a soft smile. “Al, we’re both young and naïve. I’ve just said yes to going out with you…and it’s not that I don’t like you too, but…just wait a while before you say those three words, all right? There’s a lot of meaning behind that phrase, and let’s make sure you say them to the right person.” You then wink, bring him into another hug, and add, “And if you want that kiss, you’re gonna have to take me on another awesome date, first.”



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From the distance, Arthur watches the two figures embrace, an anguished look in his emerald eyes. After a few more moments, he can stand the display of affection no longer and turns away, bitter tears stinging his eyes and a pained smile on his lips. He throws away a fresh bouquet of roses on his way out of the park. Staring up at the sky, Arthur breathes out shakily before allowing the tears to stream down his cheeks. His heart shatters, and his throat closes. He can barely choke out the words, but with one last effort, he manages.

“You win, Alfred.”

Some love from Alfred for you all! Goodness, he's the sweetest little cinnamon roll, isn't he? Also, sorry about the sadness from Arthur - y'all
should know I crave angst by now. But I'm still very proud! I've checked the first theme off my list - one finished out of one hundred and fifty! 

Why do I do this to myself ffs

150 THEME CHALLENGE JOURNAL: [150 Hetalia x Reader Theme Challenge]


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