WARNING: May contain mature content such as self harm, murder, suicide, abuse, swearing, etc...
A/N- So this is late. Super late. But it's here. Enjoy??? Idk I'm tired.
(P.S. upcoming chapters will strongly suggest several ships involving Alfred. I might do a vote, or just let it ride and have you dudes/dudets imagine whatever you want.)
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Alfred giggled, standing at the counter with a young woman explaining her plans to propose to her girlfriend. She was planning to take her partner to a fancy restaurant, and propose to her in front of everyone. It was a cute idea, because the woman had explained that her girlfriend was easily flustered, and it was a 'very adorable sight' as Alfred had been told.
The two continued to converse while Alfred offered different bouquets. The woman eventually went with a bouquet of pink tulips, white calla Lily's, and a couple classic red roses thrown into the mix.
Alfred went back to the counter, laughing at her story of the time her girlfriend got so embarrassed she was mistaken for a tomato by her drunk aunt. He smiled to himself, ringing up the woman's purchase. She thanked him with one of the happiest grins he had every seen, and instantly knew.
This woman was in love, so much so that even the thought of her lover made her giddy. He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement, before grabbing a water bottle with holes in the lid. He flipped it upside down, watching as water spilled onto the mini cactus on the counter. He didn't need to water it much, so he stopped after a few seconds, putting the water bottle back in its place under the front desk.
He hummed, strolling slowly to the back of the shop, where he often found Ludwig working. The blond was busily filling flower pots with soil, and planting a beautiful assortment of greenery's in them. The younger cleared his throat, gaining Ludwig's attention rather quickly. Often times it took Alfred several tries to gain the Germans undivided attention.
"Hey Lud, need help with anything?"
Ludwig contemplated his options.
'Well, I would get to spend more time with Alfred. Wait. No. This is work. He runs the counter, I stay back here. We don't switch shifts for another hour. But Alfred.... No Ludwig Beilschmidt, you cannot flirt with Alfred. Never. EVER.'
The older blond mentally slapped himself.
"Nope. I'm almost done anyway, so you can head back to the counter, attract more customers."
Alfred sniggered, "Thanks for the flattery Bell~!"
Ludwig flushed, "I told you," he sighed, "don't call me that. It's embarrassing."
The blue eyed teen purred, "Hmmm.... Nope!" He gave a half suppressed laugh, "I'm gonna call you that from now on, just cause you said that!"
"Later Bell~!", Alfred singsonged.
The oceanic eyes of the German dilated, as he was overcome with a ruddy blush. He said he didn't like it, but truthfully, he was happy that he was worthy enough of a nickname from the American.
After about 15 minutes Ludwig emerged from the planting room, dirt still staining his hands. Alfred rolled his eyes, a smile involuntarily making its way onto his peach lips. The German yawned, leaning on the frame of the open door.
"You stay up too late studying or something, Bell?", Alfred questioned with a sideways glance.
Ludwig nodded, "Something like that."
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