North American Bros One-Shots

America #2

~ My Kid ~

You skipped alongside your dad, smiling brightly. Alfred wore a grin as well, just as excited as you to go to McDonalds for lunch. It was a very common occurrence to go out to eat but you both loved the food too much for your own good. You had obtained your father's appetite and taste in food, to your grandpa Arthur's displeasure.

The golden M came into view and you jumped up and down, pointing at it. Alfred nodded and you both sped up. The sight of a playhouse in the restaurant made you giddy, and simply imagining how much fun you'd have running around after you ate your Happy Meal nearly made you start running.

Then finally you were standing inside. Alfred picked you up and watched you observe the menu. While you were trying to decide between mcnuggets or a burger, he figured out what kind of burger he wanted to order 50 of. If you were ever hungry after finishing your Happy Meal then you got to help him eat his huge supply of burgers.

Then, when you were ready, you both ordered and he set you down so he could pay. You held onto his pants with one hand while turning to look at all the other kids playing on the playground. You tugged on his jeans and he looked down.

"Can I go play?" You asked. You both walked away from the counter once he got the receipt while he thought.

"Yeah, they're probably gonna take a while with those burgers," he glanced over his shoulder at the workers as he spoke—who were panicking at the sight of such a big order. You grinned and took off running, pausing just to take off your shoes before climbing into a tunnel and disappearing from your dad's view.

You had been playing for about 30 minutes before your dad called you down to eat. You didn't need to find the glasses wearing blond with a cowlick, you simply had to spot the gigantic pile of burgers and you knew where he was. Sliding into your side of the booth, Alfred had to slide to the edge of his booth to be able to see you past the food.

"Here's your food, dude," he handed you your Happy Meal and you dug in, happily chomping away at the mcnuggets. You watched your dad swallow at least 5 full burgers without chewing, which made you giggle, gaining his attention. "What?"

"You're silly, Daddy."

"Hero's aren't silly," he protested. You just giggled while he pouted.

"Still a heavy eater I see," a shrill female voice called, making Alfred's eyes turn cold. You frowned at seeing your dad's reaction to this person, so when you looked at the person who spoke, you had an idea of what she was like. Your dad liked pretty much everybody, so this much be a special somebody.

"Sal," Alfred nearly growled.

"You do still remember me," she smiled, walking over to your table. You watched her silently as she smiled a bit too nicely (flirtily but you don't know what that is). Alfred's expression didn't change.

"What do you want?"

"Just thought I'd say hello." She just seemed to notice you. "Who's this little cutie?" She squealed, making you wince.

"My daughter," your dad's eyes narrowed to thin slits.

"Is she-" Sal pointed to herself and Alfred slowly nodded. She gasped—gaining nearly the entire restaurants attention.

"No wonder you're so beautiful!"

"Who are you?" You asked, not liking how she talked to you.

"I'm your mom." Your eyes widened.

"You don't deserve that title," your dad said. "You tried to get her killed." Sal frowned as you slid away from her, now scared.

"Now, Alfred-"

"Just leave!" He took a burger off his stack and chucked it at her face, landing right on the money and making her stumble backwards. Sal glared at him and stalked off, muttering bad words under her breath. Once she was out of sight, Alfred sighed and hung his head. "What did I ever see in her?"

"Why did she try and kill me?" You whispered, causing him to look up.

"You were an inconvenience, so she wanted to get rid of you. I convinced her to keep you alive until you were born, then I took custody before she could do anything else."

You tilted your head. "Wait, aren't only mommies and daddies supposed to have kids?"

"Married couples?" He snorted, looking down. "I was drunk and didn't know what I was doing."

"Oh." You didn't know what drunk was but your grandpa said it was bad.

"But she's not your mom," he said with with determination. "Maybe one day I'll find someone else, and she can be your mom."

"OK." He looked over some burgers at you and saw your downcast expression, and thinking it had something to do with not having a mom, he picked up a burger and held it out.

"Here, she can be your mother for now." You giggled and shook your head.

"That's a burger."

"Don't talk about your mother that way!" He cried. You took the burger from his hand and took a bite, shocking him. "You just ate-" He stopped when you tried to speak but ended up making incoherent noises. He shook his head and ruffled your hair, remembering the many world meetings he'd attended in which burgers were involved while he was talking. "You really are my kid, aren't you," he muttered, getting only the sound of you chewing in return.