Hetalia Oneshots

Alfred (America) x Reader - Love?

"Hey, Alfred, how do you think the leaves feel when they fall? If they even feel once they leave the tree that is."

"I dunno, I guess relief? Afterall, they just spent the last few weeks dying."

"How do you guys come up with this stuff?" Matt hit Alfred's head with his book. "Please stop spouting nonsense."

I chuckled, Matt always did nag at Alfred for his stupidity. 

I was laying across Alfred's lap under a beautiful tree in the middle of a park with his brother Matthew. It was a nice quiet day, not many people around when the kids are at school. We decided to meet up as per Alfred's request, his brother was very reluctant but he gave in once Alfred promised to pay for his next hockey match ticket.

"Hey, Al?" I smiled as I looked up at him. "When do you think we can start the picnic?"

"Well, I am hungry..." Alfred's stomach rumbled. "Maybe now?"

Matt huffed and carried on reading. 

I chuckled. "You're always hungry Al." 

I sat back up and lent my head on Alfred's shoulder and sighed. I could feel his steel arms under my grasp and I entwined my fingers with his own to see if I could get a reaction from him. Sadly, however, I received no such reaction.

Yeah, I liked him.

It wasn't like I hadn't tried to tell him though. I wasn't shy or anything, it's just that he was amazingly ignorant when it came to reading the atmosphere. But to hell with letting that stop me.

I hugged his arm close to my chest and turned my head to look at his face. "Alfred?"

"Yes?" He was looking wistfully out into the distance like some action movie hero. What a nerd.

"How does someone know that they're in love?" 

I looked out into the direction that Alfred was looking in, there was a mother with her kid at the park and a couple of teenagers, that were clearly skipping school, using the merry-go-round. I watched as the kid and her mother ran around the park, blowing soapy bubbles, playing on the swings and climbing trees. It was such a charming sight. 

"I don't know." Alfred replied.

Not even the heartwarming sight of the mother-daughter relationship before could stop the pain I felt in my heart at that moment. Those three words killed me. It felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest, and Matthew noticed my sudden change in attitude as he looked up from his book with a sympathetic yet slightly confused look.

"O-oh..." I stuttered, trying to keep myself from crying.

"Love isn't a simple concept, it starts with a connection or spark and it's then it's grown from building trust and respect. Once you've established that, you need to develop some level of physical intimacy, whether is sexual or not is dependant upon the couple, and even then it's also a scary and sometimes intimidating process that takes time and effort on both parts. You can't truly know you're in love until you have experienced all that with a person and still think the sun shines out of their ass." I never knew Al cared or even knew that much about love. I was so shocked by his in-depth description of love that my sadness had washed away instantly. "Anyway, I can't really begin to imagine how it feels for anyone other than myself." He grinned.

I was in pure shock. Did he love someone? Well, he was the most amazing, crazy, annoying, handsome, sweet, kindhearted person I knew, why wouldn't anyone fall for him? But him falling for anyone? I had never known him to truly love anything more than his hobbies and his brother. I was spacing out and running through all these questions in my head that I never saw Matt smile and leave.

"[Y/N]?" Alfred called, waving a hand in front of my face.

"Y-yes?" I snapped out of my thoughts.

"You really need to stop spacing out at important moments." He chuckled.

"Says the guy who spaces out on an hourly basis. Wait did you say important moments?" I looked at him as he smiled that goofy childish grin and tangled his fingers in my hair.

"You know, I feel that dazed feeling when you hold my hand, and I feel that lightheadedness when you kiss my cheek." He smiled, shifting us around until it was a much more comfortable position. "I feel warm when you smile, and butterflies when you're around me."

I started to blush profoundly. I never blushed. Not ever. And yet here I was blushing like a schoolgirl because Alfred was making me feel like one.

"You know..." He nervously chuckled. "I think that I might love you."

"Love?" I almost cried, but pushed it deep down and settled for a nervous smile. "Me?"

"Yes! Who else am I talking to right now?" He laughed, pulling me forward to rest my forehead against his own. "Can I steal a kiss?"

I chuckled as I felt a wave of relief wash over me. He loved me. And I never knew it. 

Maybe it was me who was bad at reading the atmosphere after all.

"You already own it."