America x Reader: Alfred's Birthday

    "Good morning, birthday boy!" You yelled over your shoulder. 

    "Good morning!" Yawned your boyfriend, Alfred. He walked up to you to hug you from behind, but you quickly swirled around to block his view.

    "Why'd you do that?" He asked.

    "I'm cooking a secret." You smiled. Alfred's face lit up.

    "Ooh! A secret!" He said, jumping around to try to get a view of what exactly you were cooking. You jumped around with him to keep his view blocked. 

    "Go sit on the couch until I'm done!" You ordered, your hands on your hips. Alfred gave you the puppy eyes, but instead of giving in, you just pointed towards the living room.

    Alfred walked away muttering under his breath. "Man I can never see anything...."

    "What was that?" You yelled over your shoulder again.

    "Nothing!"
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    Alfred stayed on the couch for the rest of the day, surprisingly. Although you were glad, because that meant that the special birthday cake was still a secret. You shook with joy over it. You had been waiting for this day so long; 4th of July. It was actually quite coincidental of Alfred and his favorite country having the same birthday. This was the day where your cooking skills would finally come in handy.

    "(y/n), can I see it yet?" He asked from across the room. 

    "Not yet!" You replied, putting the icing on the cake. "Just a few more minutes...." You thought. Boy, were you proud of this cake! 

    "Okay, it's done!" You yelled, and you immediately heard rapid footsteps run into the kitchen. You shook your head at your boyfriend's childishness.

    "What is it, what is it, what is it, what is it?!" He shouted, jumping up and down like a kid on Christmas. You stepped out of Alfred's view to reveal a huge cake, made to look like a double cheese burger. His blue orbs got wide with excitement, and his mouth watered at the sight. 

    "OH MY GOSH! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!!!" He screamed, gripping you in a tight hug and jumping up and down. 

    "Good, because it's all for you." You said, and his eyes got even bigger.

    "Really?!" He grinned at you. You shook your head in response. Yes, you were infact a lover of cake, but to be honest, that thing looked like a plate of diabetes; perfect for Alfred. 

    Alfred sat down at the table for the rest of the day devouring his cake, meanwhile you stayed in the bedroom all day on the laptop. At about 10 PM he finally came around the corner to the bedroom. He held his stomach, and groaned in pain.

    "Stomach ache?" 

    "Yeah..."