DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN YOU OR HETALIA. ಠ_ಠ
You were standing in front of your bookshelf and flipping through several books, thinking about which to reread till large, strong arms wrapped around your waist. You heart jumped a bit because of the sudden touch.
"What do you want, Alfred?"
You chuckled, glancing over to your right to see the American's head resting on your shoulder. His baby blue eyes looked into your _(eye color)_ ones. Alfred chuckled and kissed your cheek, making you blush slightly. You were dating him for a while now, and you loved each other as much as your hearts can love.
"Why don't we do a game?"
"Well, I hope it's not twister. It didn't work well as you thought it would last time, right?"
"Aww, babe, it's because you cheated!"
You laughed, remembering the silly game the two of you played. Alfred wanted to play it because, cough, he wanted to. You closed the current book you were skimming through and slid it back in the bookshelf. You walked to the sofa and sat, later being joined by the blonde American, and you rested your head on his broad shoulders.
"What's the game?"
"13 ways to kiss!"
Startled, you looked at your boyfriend, flashing his 'hero smile', and smiled.
"Then can we start with my idea?"
You ran to the kitchen and shuffled through a cabinet and pulled a box of the thing you needed for the kiss. You skipped back to the sofa and showed Alfred the item.
Your Japanese friend, Kiku, had recently showed you a Japanese kissing game, which involved the chocolate-covered pretzel stick. He said there were other flavors or something, but you didn't really care and took the classic chocolate-flavored one. You ripped open the packet, because you were dying to play the game. The game was like that 'Lady and the Tramp' kiss, where you held the snack between the two of you, slowly munching towards the center, and eventually ending with a kiss. The one who is parts first is the looser, but if neither of you do, the one with the most pieces of the pocky stick wins. After you explained the rules and instructions of the game, he smile and took the pocky to his mouth, and you started munching on it.
Through the process, Alfred's bony hands took yours and he munched towards your lips. It soon turned into a sweet, chocolate-tasting kiss, and you played around with it for a while.
"That was awesome!"
"What's next, Al?"
"The ice kiss! I'll be right back."
He quickly sprinted to the freezer and grabbed an ice cube. You knew this kiss, and weren't sure if you could do so well with itand Alfred guessed this just from a look at your face.
"Chill, babe. This'll work fine!"
I'm trusting you."
The two of you held the ice between your lips and quickly melted it, letting it form into a passionate French kiss. You gasped for air when the American let go of your lips.
"Damn it, Al, you're such a good kisser."
"Of course! I wouldn't be your boyfriend if I weren't."
"True, true. Eskimo kiss?"
The two of you snuggled closer together while you rubbed your noses together. You giggled as your boyfriend tickled your nose, as well as giving you a warm embrace. Then Alfred straightened his back and grinned.
"Oh sure, Al. Now hang upside-down dummy."
You got off the sofa while Alfred put his back on the seat of the furniture and hung upside-down, by leaning his head back. You grabbed his head and kissed him sweetly, while Alfred was sucking on your upper-lip, making you tremble slightly.
After that, you did lots more. Like the one where Alfred had kissed you from behind, or the fireworks kisswhere you would put Pop Rocks in your mouths and kiss, only to be surprised by the explosion in both your mouths. Soon, you were down to one last kiss. You wanted to decide the last kiss, but Al convinced you that he should decide by looking at you with the 'You-Cannot-Refuse-This-Puppy-Face'.
"Kiss on the hand."
You exclaimed, puffing your cheeks out like a little child. But before you knew it, Al took your hand and was on his knees.
"I expected something more fun."
"Just let me do this."
He took your left hand and kissed it gently, only to realize a cool metal slip onto your ring finger. You put your right hand over your mouth and gasped. It couldn't possibly be
"Will you please marry me?"
You hugged Alfred quickly and started to cry. Alfred hugged you back and carried you like a bride while you whispered a thousand 'yes's into his ear.
"Shall we take this to the bedroom?"
"You're so naughty, Alfred F. Jones. But sure, why not?"