Mr. Pouty Face (Jealous! APH America x reader)

Mr. Pouty Face

Requested by My_Captain_America (Thanks again!! And sorry it took so very long...)

The sun's golden rays peeked playfully through the window, dancing gleefully upon the sleeping figures of you and your boyfriend Alfred. You found his arms wrapped lazily, but protectively, around your body as you slowly awoke. You turned to face him and smiled as you brushed his dirty-blonde hair out of his eyes and they twitched open. He grunted and twisted over to grab his glasses from the bedside table and sat for a moment as his blurry vision adjusted into clarity.
Once he could see properly, he focused his attention on you and a sheepish grin made its way to his (adorable and absolutely precious) face, and he somewhat dove forward and snuggled into your chest. You giggled and stroked his hair lovingly as he wrapped his arms around you once more and you rested your head atop his.

Ahh, how nice this felt, until you felt something vibrate beneath you and heard your phone phone's all too familiar chime, indicating a call. Unwrapping yourselves from each other and searching through the sheets, you got to it and accepted the call just before it went to voice-mail.

It was an old friend from your highschool days, he was in town for the weekend and insisted you plan a visit. Currently you were running through the house, frantically getting dressed and throwing on some makeup (sorry if you're a guy :,( I mean you can wear makeup too but this was intended for female readers) for he wanted to meet at a café within the next hour. As you made to open the door, you were stopped shortly by a firm grasp on your wrist, causing you to look up and witness the pouty face Alfred wore. You giggled lightly and kissed him goodbye before leaving the house and starting the car.

The whole time you were gone Alfred constantly checked his phone and the window waiting for you to come back. It made him quite nervous that his girlfriend would leave so abruptly to meet a man he didn't even know. He honestly wanted to keep you from going, but talking to him made you so happy, and he couldn't bear to make you upset. That would just be selfish of him.
So, he tucked his jealousy down and tried to occupy himself, but his mind kept wandering to how the friend felt about this. What was his aim? Al grunted and checked his phone again, seeing nothing and dropping it on the couch with a plump before turning on his PS4 and distracting his mind with first-person shooters.

He paused the game and turned around to pick up his phone from the couch he leaned against (he was sitting on the floor) and smiled softly as your name appeared along with his ringtone.

"Hey, Alfie, the café closed earlier than expected so we'll be coming back here. Is that okay?"

He frowned slightly. "Yeah, that's cool."

"Great! I think you'll like him. Anyways, could you straighten up a bit? Please?"

"Oh yeah, sure, of course babe."

"Awesome. See you soon, bye-bye"

"Bye."

Excellent. He was coming here. At least he'll get to make sure he doesn't try anything, but it would be so much better if this friend of yours would just drop it. Besides, it was very rude of him to call so early and make spontaneous plans like that!

Humph. Can't be that great a person if he can't even give a day's notice!

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