Hetalia + Undertale One-shots and Drabbles

America- Horror Movie

"Ugh," you said tiredly, setting your (F/C) purse down on a coffee table near the door. "Hey (Y/N)!" your room mate, Alfred, greeted you. He didn't have a job; lucky baka. "Good evening, Al," you replied. "Hey, dudette, you don't look so good. Bad day at work?" he asked, looking concerned. You sigh. You worked at a library. A scary library. You were a page (you put books and holds away). So you had to be careful where you went to make sure a knife wasn't pointing at your neck. You had complained to the manager, but, being a manager (AKA, never on the floor, always in the safe back room), they did nothing. "Yeah, I had to call the cops. Again," you replied. "Aww, so sorry!" Alfred exclaimed, hugging you. 

"Wanna watch a movie?" "Sure," you answered, smiling. "What kind?" he asked, going to the movie cabinet. "Horror?" you answered/asked. "But that's scary, and your work is scary!" he exclaimed, looking at you as you took your shoes off and set them by the door. "Don't worry," you said, lounging on the couch. "I'm a tough woman who don't need no hero!" "Th-then.... You don't need me?..." Al sadly asked, looking at the floor. "Aww, Al, you big sweet heart, I do need you!" you said quickly. "You are my best friend!" "R-really??" He immediately said, perking up. "Yep!" You walked to the movie cabinet and grabbed (Horror Movie). "This one?" you asked, holding it up. "Sure! That one's cool!" he answered. 

You smirked. He was terrified of that one. But you, being a tough gal, didn't mind it. You put it in, made popcorn, grabbed a Pepsi for Al and a (Fave soda) for yourself. And a pillow for Alfred to hold so he didn't squeeze you to death. (We all know Al is terrified of Horror movies!)  You set the pillow and his soda next to him, and you soda next to yourself and the popcorn on your lap. 

~Half an hour later~

Al was currently choking the pillow. You were a little spooked, but still fine. Jump scare. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!" Al screamed like a girl. You giggled, looked at his face, then laughed full out. "H-hey!" he glared at you and blushed. "S-sorry! I -snort- can't help i-it!" you exclaimed. He sighed, paused the movie, and put his hand over your mouth. You bit him, which led to a wrestling match on the floor. 

You pushed him off and pinned him. "Ha ha, I win!" you stuck your tounge out. "Fine," he grumbled, blushing. You were oblivious to his red face, and held you hand out to help him up. He took it, and got up. You looked at the clock. "It's 8:45, and we haven't had dinner yet!" you exclaimed. You ran to the kitchen and started making hot dogs (cause why the heck not). Al stayed in the living room, face red as ever, and cursed at himself for not confessing his feelings towards you.