AmericaxReader - Christmas Confession

“Mmmm, that smells good, [Name]! The hyperactive American tells you, a bright smile on his face.

You return the gesture, “Thanks, Al!” You pull open the oven, and carefully pull out a tray of sugar cookies, the source of the delicious aroma.

You were in your home, baking a variety of desserts with your best friend, Alfred F. Jones. It was Christmas Day, and you had invited the blond, along with other friends, to get together and enjoy the day, by exchanging presents and opening them. It was around 8 o'clock, and you were baking cookies to help keep the American's mind off of opening his presents early.

“Ugh, when are the guys gonna get here? I want to open presents already!” The blond sighs, as he takes a seat at the kitchen table, watching you as you start to decorate the treats.

“Not much longer... Besides, why do you want to open your presents so bad?” You ask, as you spread icing on one of the cookies.

“It's not my presents that I want to open... I want you to open the present I got you!” He explains happily, grabbing the cookie you were working on, and stuffing it in his mouth.

“Hey! Leave some for the others!” You say with a huff. What he said earlier then registers in your mind, “Oh, you got me a present? Wow, I think that's the first time you thought about someone other than yourself!” You joke.

“I resent that!” He replies, and you roll your eyes. “Besides, I specially hand-picked this gift for you. So, if you don't like it, I'm gonna drown my sorrows in burgers and shakes!” He says dramatically.

“If you don't stop eating my cookies, you're going to be drowning before I get to open your gift!” You say, with a slight glare. 

Alfred childishly sticks out his tongue at you, and you were about to do the same, when the door bell rang. "Oh, that must be the guys." You put down the icing and move towards the door, before pausing and pointing an accusing finger at the blond. 

"You better not eat anymore of my cookies! I know how many I made!" You warn him, before continuing towards the front door. Pulling open the door, you spot Arthur, Francis, and Matthew, their arms filled with gifts. 

"Hey you guys! Come on in!" You open the door and the trio quickly enter, grateful to be out of the cold. 

"It's about time you guys got here!" Alfred calls out from the doorway. 

"You git! Do you know how bloody bad the traffic is now?! Besides, we came for [Name], not you!" Arthur snaps, and you laugh at the bickering boys, before telling everyone to take a seat on the couch, which had a beautiful view of your Christmas tree. 

"You did a great job decorating the tree, [Name]!" Matthew compliments you, and you thank him. 

"I helped too, ya know!" Alfred buts in. 

"You took the star out of my hands and put it up yourself, that's all that you did." You say with a shake of your head. 

"Yeah, but you wouldn't have been able to reach the top of the tree without my help!" He reasons, with a smile.

You sigh, "I guess you did save me the trouble of getting a step-stool to help me reach." You admit, causing the American to grin bigger. "Well, let me just finish decorating the cookies, so we can eat them while we open presents. You guys can watch some T.V. if you would like." You announce as you get up from the couch. 

"Oh! Oh! I'll help you!" Alfred cries out happily, getting up after you. 

The two of you enter the kitchen, and you hand the boy a seperate icing bag to make the process go faster. You start to decorate your half of the cookies, when Alfred calls out your name, causing you to look up. The next thing you know, something sticky and wet is on your cheek, and you cry out. 

"Al! Why'd you do that for!" You move your hand up to wipe off the icing the blond had put on your face, when he catches your hand. 

"I thought I would make you sweeter with some icing, but it turns out that you're already as sweet as can be..." He whispers, before leaning closer to you, "Here, let me clean that off for you." He moves closer, and you can feel your face heat up. 

You had never been this close before to your best friend, and for some reason, you really enjoyed it. You could feel the body heat radiating off him, and he smelt good. You had lost all train of thought as the blond grew closer, and all of a sudden, you felt something wetter on your cheek. 

Your eyes widen, and your face gets redder as you realize that Alfred was licking the icing off your face. His tongue slowly rubs on your soft skin, and you tense up. As quick as it began, it's over, and Alfred pulls back, his lips stained blue from the icing. 

You quickly hide your blushing face and softly mumble, "Thanks... But, you could have used a napkin instead..." 

Alfred grins, "Yeah, I know. But I liked this way better..." 

You freeze for a moment, before you pick up your icing bag, "Let's finish these cookies already..." You mutter. The two of you finish up quickly, for you worked in silence, and soon, you joined the others in the living room. 

"Who wants cookies?" You ask, as you place the tray on the coffee table. The guys each take one, before something catches Arthur's eye. 

"It would seem as though someone has already ate one." The Brit states, pointing to Alfred's blue lips. You blush as you remember what happened earlier, and silently pray that the American doesn't say anything about it. 

"Yeah dude, I did have a taste of something sweet..." He says with a smirk, causing the other blond to raise an eyebrow in confusion. 

"A-anway! Why don't we start opening presents?" You ask, trying to change the subject. 

"Oui, we should." Francis confirms, "You should pass out the gifts, ma cherie." He tells you, the others agreeing. 

"Okay, I will." You go to the tree and begin sorting out the presents, to make it easier to pass them out to their respectful owners. As you were sorting, you noticed a small, rectangular shaped gift addressed to you. It was from Alfred, and you guessed that this was the gift he was so excited to see you open. 

When you were finished, you explained to the others that you would pass out one gift to them, and you were all supposed to open them up simultaneously. When they all understood, you gave a gift to each person, and when you were about to take Alfred's gift as your first to open, he stopped you. 

"Wait, [Name]! Don't open my gift yet! Open it last, okay?" He tells you, and you shrug, taking Arthur's gift instead. 

"On three, okay?" You instruct, before you begin to count down, "One... Two... Three!" As soon as you finished, all five of you began to tear at the wrapping paper. 

You continued this process till there were only five more gifts under the tree, one of them being Alfred's gift to you. You pass out the three  presents to Arthur, Francais, and Matthew, before grabbing the last gift that was addressed to Alfred from you. "Here, Al. This one's from me." You say quietly, trying to avoid as much eye contact with him as you could. 

He grins and takes it from your hands. When you gave the count, everyone opened their last gift, smiling and thanking one another. 

"[Name]! I can't believe you got this for me! I've been looking for them everywhere!" Alfred says happily, pulling you into a tight hug. You blush and awkwardly return the gesture. You had gotten him some Captain America Limited Edition comic books, and some Superman comics as well.

"Er, no problem! I found them on eBay..." You explain as you pull away from him. 

He smiles before he remembers something, "Oh! That reminds me! You still have to open my gift!" He turns to the others, "Sorry guys, but you don't mind if we step out for a minute? I want to give her my gift in private." The trio turn to look at each other in confusion, before turning back to the American and shaking their heads, giving him their permission. 

"Awesome! Be right back, dudes!" Alfred then gets up and grabs his gift from under the tree, before turning to you. He grasps your hand, and pulls you up, before tugging you towards the back deck. 

Outside, a light snowfall greets the two of you, along with a bright moon. You turn to Alfred and patiently wait for him. He grins at you before taking a deep breath, as if he was calming his nerves. "Before I can give you this, I have to tell you something..." He leans down and grabs a hold of your hand again, intwining your fingers together. 

"[Name], we've been best friends for a long time, and I really care about you, and treasure our friendship. But, somewhere along the way, my feelings for you changed... I-I f-f..." He trails off, as he bites his lip in frustration. 

You look down, as everything was falling into place, from Alfred's weird actions and words in the kitchen, to this private meeting outside, away from everyone... 

He was confessing to you! You blush, as you finally realized why you enjoyed being close to him in the kitchen, and why you were blushing so much... You were in love with Alfred F. Jones, and he returned those feelings! 

You tighten your hold on his hand, and smile at him. You wanted to hear the words come out of his mouth, so you were silently encouraging him. 

He smiles back at you, and gathers his courage, "[Name], you're sweet, smart, kind, and beautiful. I can't imagine a life without you beside me, because I've fallen in love with you..." He finally admits.

You throw your arms around his neck, and you whisper into his ear, "I love you too, Al..." You say, causing him to pull back, a surprised, but relieved look on his face. 

"I'm so glad!" He then let's go of your hand momentarily to take the small gift out of his pocket. "Here, now I can give you this." You take the small package, and begin to slowly unwrap it. 

When you had peeled back the red paper, you were left with a small jewelry box. You look at him, puzzled, before returning your attention back to the box. Carefully, you lift the lid, and your eyes widen as the piece of jewelry comes into view. 

It was stunning! It was a ring, with a gold band and eleven sparkling diamonds. Eleven... That was how many years you and Alfred had been best friends, and now, that was about to change for the better. 

"It's absolutely beautiful, Al! Thank you so much!" You says as you give the boy a hug. When you pull back, he takes the ring out of the box, and tells you to hold out your right hand. 

He then proceeds to slip the ring on your ring finger, and tells you, "This is just a ring to show that we love eachother. Hopefully, when we are older, I will be able to get you another ring to put on your ring finger on your left hand." He tells you, and you can't help but let a few tears slip out of your [e/c] eyes at the beautiful words he was telling you. 

"I love you, [Name]..." The blond whispers to you. 

"I love you too, Al..." And with those exchange of words, you both close the distance between you, your lips meeting in a sweet kiss.

"Well, I'll be... It seems that the bloody American's Christmas wish came true after all..." Arthur comments as he, Francis, and Matthew watch your little exchange with Alfred from the kitchen window. 

"Why of course, it's love! Amor!" The French man comments, a sly grin on his face. 

"Um, I don't think we should be looking... Al will get real mad if he finds out..." Matthew says, nervously wringing his hands. 

"No need to worry, it's not like their feelings for each other were a secret... It was written all over their faces, they just had to realize it." The Brit reasons. 

"Oui, the sexual tension between them was getting to be too much, and they couldn't hold on much longer!" Francis says with a laugh. 

Besides being secretly spied on by the trio, this turned out to be the best Christmas you've ever had. And soon, the best day of your life happened, for Alfred kept his promise and gave you the ring for your left hand, making your love bond even stronger as you officially started your lives together.