Anime One-Shots

Slurpee (America x Reader)

Sooo I just ate a Slurpee all gone and got this sudden inspiration to write an America x Reader. Ohhh yus. FREEDOM AIN'T THE ONLY THING THAT'S SWEET! Wahahahaha. Okay. I'm funny. Okay. Proceed.

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You stood in line at the nearest 7-11, growing more and more impatient as each second passes. You held a Banana Slurpee in your hand, mouth suddenly feeling parched. You refuse to drink the delicious ice drink without paying, for you had your own morals to abide. But the guy in front of you was taking forever! 

"Sir, could you maybe hurry up?!" you blurt, crossing your arms with the Slurpee in your hand. The man turns around to meet your eyes, and you gasp. He was totally hot! His hair was a dirty blonde color, with a strange cowlick facing upwards. He had a fair complexion, and was wearing a heavy-ish coat. His eyes were a bright, shocking color of sky blue. His mouth was pulled into a smile, surprisingly, especially after you'd snapped at him. He was so attractive, in fact, that you don't notice the fact that your foot was freezing.

"Ha, man! Looks like ya dropped it!" the stranger laughs, handing you a napkin. You blush furiously, fingers brushing his warm hand as you reach for the cleaning supplies. The manager casts an irritated glare at you, in which you blush even harder. Today was just not your day!

"You need to pay for that," the manager snaps.
"Gah, fine," you grumble, opening your wallet, which contained your meager pays for the week. The manager stretches out his fat hand expectantly, but before you could set down your money, dollar bills were placed in his hand before you could pay. You glance at the stranger.

"It's on me," he insists. "Oh, and so is this." He sets a brand new banana slurpee on the counter that he must've retrieved while you weren't looking. All you could do was gape at him as the manager took the money and ordered the two of you out. The stranger hands you the slurpee, and you found yourself the color of scarlet as you stood outside of the store.

"I can't accept this..." you mumble, embarrassed. You try to give him the slurpee, but the man would not take it. He crosses his arms, an amused smirk on his lips. You whine childishly, but still, he wouldn't take it.

"C'mon," he finally begs. "If someone gave ME food like that, it would be in my stomach as soon as I could lay my fingers on it!" You sigh, finally relenting, and take a sip of the slurpee. It tasted sweet and refreshing on your dried tastebuds. The stranger chuckles heartily. "There we go! Good girl!"

"What's your name, sir?" You didn't particularly enjoy the idea of someone you didn't even know the name to calling you 'good girl.'
"Alfred F. Jones, forever and always at your service," the man introduces, shaking your hand vigorously with a wink. "The F stands for FREEDOM!"

"What an interesting middle name," you giggle. Alfred grins with a childlike happiness that you typically never saw in people these days. Believe it or not, the world is a cruel place to live in, and the inhabitants were enitrely aware of it. Something so simple as a Slurpee could brighten up anyones day, though, and that's what you noticed at this moment.

"And what is your name?" Alfred inquires.
"I'm [y/n] [m/n] [l/n]," you smile, taking on the form of Alfred's answer to the same question. Alfred gives you a thumbs up. He was a hyper one, wasn't he?

"Such a nice name," he compliments. "I like it!"
"It's alright," you shrug. You never put much thought in your name.

"Hey, looks like I gotta go," Alfred laments. "You're a pretty cool dudette, though, and it would be sweet if we could go get some slurpees together sometime!"
"Of course!" you smile happily, glad that you'd found someone who would share the same interest in slurpees as you. "I'll see you around, Alfred."

And of course, you found, freedom isn't the only thing that's sweet. 

[A/N: I HAD TO USE THAT LINE OKAY. >.> HMPH!]