Movies~ Bad or Good?
[America x Reader]
Dear Diary, January 20th
Why can't I seem to sleep? It's been a whole day since the scary movie marathon with Alfred, and that night including tonight is FOURTY-EIGHT hours without sleep. So far. As of, like, two seconds ago. Everytime I close my eyes, all I see is a flashback from one of the nine movies we watched. I can't sleep. I texted Al until he fell asleep.. So I know it's just me.
I've decided. No. More. All-night Scary Movie Marathons. Ever.
[y/n] shut the little book and put it safely between her mattresses. She was going too long without sleep, but it wasn't her fault. No, it was her best friend's fault for dragging her into that movie marathon while knowing how she was with scary movies. Only that stupid American would do something like that.
Her knees were brought to her chest in a swift movement when the sound of the stairs creaking grew louder. It was only a matter of time until whatever was coming up the stairs would get to her room, and in turn, get her. She began trembling violently as the door was scratched as if asking entrance. Once the being decided it wasn't getting it's entrance to the room by [y/n], it scratched harder on the door and managed to push it open.
Midnight, her dog, ran into the room and jumped onto the quivering female. A small scream came from her before her puppy attacked her face with wet and sloppy dog kisses.
"Midnight, bubba! Don't scare me like that!"
~~~~~Time Skip: Two Days~~~~~~
"Alfred, you bloody git!" Arthur yelled, running into the mostly-empty classroom.
"Yo, dude, what's happening?" Al responded.
The green eyes Brit looked at the younger man as though he had a third eye. "What do you mean! It's been nearly ninety-six hours since [y/n] slept!" He scoffed, his brows furrowing further. "Do you know how many days that is? Four. Four bloody days without sleep! And it's your fault!"
Alfred thought back. He knew that going too long without sleep was a bad thing, but why was it his fault above all others? Oh. That movie marathon. "Dude, I didn't know it would be this bad-"
"Didn't know!" Arthur screamed. "You know more than anyone else how she is with scary things!"
Al nodded. "Well, yeah! But, I didn't expect it to be this bad.." He said, his voice dripping in sadness. He was racking his mind for something that could make the situation better, but at the moment, he found nothing. "D-Don't worry, dude, I'll fix this. I AM the hero, after all."
The Brit standing in front of him nodded curtly. "I surely hope you do. From what I heard, she might be getting herself kicked out of some clubs due to her dropping grades."
Alfred's eyes shot up at his older brother and glared at him, almost daring him to say it again. "Seriously..?" He asked, barely above a whisper.
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING RING RING
"Alright, students, sit your butts down! Roll call-" The teacher, Mr. Frank, yelled and continued on. Alfred barely paid attention to the teacher, and only paid enough to yell 'present' when his name was called. He did, however, tune back in to what the teacher said next.
"[y/n]? [Last Name, First Name]?" He yelled. "It says she was here in all other classes.. Did she just decide to skip mine? Absent." Mr.Frank finished with an angry scowl.
The American's entire being began shaking with worry. What could have driven her to skip class? With a new sense of determination, he began writing in his notebook to no one in particular. What he was writing was a plan of what to do tonight, starting with right after school. He smirked, looking over the plans thoroughly before completely memorizing them.
~~~~~~~~~Time Skip: After School~~~~~~~~~~
Alfred was driving home from the store when he stopped at [y/n]'s house. In his back seat, there was strawberry ice cream, mangoes, milk, whipped cream, and several other fruits. Fruit smoothies always made everyone feel better, right? There was also two movies, The Producer and The Phantom Of The Opera, and finally some packets of hot cocoa. Tonight, he was going to make sure she fell asleep and stayed so for the entire night.
With a new skip in his step, Alfred happily made his way out of the car and to her door. He knocked on her door, and only had to wait a whole three seconds for her to answer the door. The sight of her was heartbreaking. She had dark and deep bags under her [e/c] eyes, which were now dull and lifeless. It looked as though she hadn't been eating, either. Al instantly felt his eyes soften.
"H-Hey.. [y/n].. Want to come over for fruit smoothies?" He asked, trying to brighten the mood. However, at his request, she flinched.
"I.. I'd rather not, Al.." She said, barely above a whisper.
"Come on, dude! We can watch those musicals you love so much! I rented both of them just for you!" He pleaded, almost literally begging.
[y/n] shook her head slightly, trying to think of a reason to deny him. She was almost positive that he was lying and that she'd get sucked into watching another scary movie that would only worsen her fears.
Alfred sighed heavily. "I promise.. I give you my word, [y/n], that I won't even bring up anything about any horror films."
She looked down at her hands as though thoroughly thinking it over. On the bright side, she would be with her crush again. On the down side, she knew how he got when watching movies. "I-I'll go..."
"YEAH! Come on, dude! You have shotgun!"
~~~~~~~Time Skip: Later That Night~~~~~~~~
Another movie night at Alfred's. That was her thought before she actually got to his house and found that all scary movies and games were put away. They took their time making the most absurd sounding fruit smoothies and watched The Producer, which [y/n] found herself singing along with half of the time.
After that movie, they found that they were out of ice cream so Alfred proceeded to make hot cocoa for movie number two. [y/n] was slowing down and progressively getting more and more tired. Soon enough, Al came from the kitchen with two steaming mugs in his hands and sat down next to her on the two-seater couch.
"Okay, here's your cocoa, and here's the movie~" He said smoothly, while at the same time pushing play.
They watched the musical-opera-thing as though they were completely captivated by it. Unknowingly, [y/n] began singing to this movie as well. Christine had just taken Phantom's hand and entered the mirror, when the creepy piano began playing it's chords.
"In sleep he sang to me.. In dreams, he came. This voice that calls to me, and speaks my name." [y/n] sang along with Christine, matching her pitch for pitch. "And do I dream again, for now I find... The Phantom of the Opera is here, inside my mind."
Alfred wasn't under the spell of the movie, but rather by the voice of the angel next to him. Unbeknownst to his conscious, he sang along with Phantom. "Sing once again for me, Our strange duet. My power over you, Grows stronger yet." He sang, matching his voice perfectly with the Phantom's. He never once took his eyes off of [y/n] as he watched her react to his own singing, rather than the movie's. "And though you turn from me, to glance behind... The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside your mind."
Her hand crept up to his jawline as she got lost in his cerulean blue eyes. Caressing the masculine bone, she continued with the song. "Those who have seen your face, draw back in fear. I am the mask you wear."
"It's me they hear." Alfred finished, placing a hand on the small of her back.
They both continued with the song, Alfred taking the Phantom's lines while [y/n] took Christine's. "My/Your spirit and My/Your voice, in one combined. The Phantom of the opera is here, inside My/Your mind."
Alfred silenced his angel from singing any more by placing a finger on her pink lips. They have yet to look away from each other, and only then did he get a smile on his face. "[y/n], can we stay like this?"
"Wh-What do you mean?" She asked, stuttering and now blushing heavily.
He placed his forehead on hers. "I mean, if I stay your Phantom, will you stay my Christine?"
At this, [y/n] snorted a laugh. "You do realize that she was forced into marriage, left to marry another, and Phantom dies without her, right?"
Alfred rolls his eyes at her. "He only dies in the original book. And stop ruining the moment, you goofball."
"Oh, I'm the goofball?" She asked with a giggle.
"Fine. Will you be Vodka if I'm the Chaser?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
[y/n] shivered slightly. "That sounds like something Ivan would say."
"Ivan drinks Vodka straight, dude! He doesn't need a chaser!" Al said, keeping his forehead on hers the entire time.
[y/n] smiled gently. "I'll be your Lois if you're my Superman."
Alfred's face looked as though it were about to break in two. "Why didn't I think of that." He stated in a whisper before capturing her lips in a kiss. It was a sweet, long, loving kiss that showed every bit of pent up feelings between the two. Just before [y/n] was about to ask permission to enter his mouth, Al pulled away for a breath. She giggled slightly at him before snuggling up to him and going back to watching the movie.
Alfred looked down at [y/n], who was still sleeping on his chest. Watching those stupid musicals with her the night before had been the best decision of his life. Now, it was high noon on a Friday, and they had both slept in and forgotten completely about school.
He ran his fingers through her beautiful [h/c] hair, and smiled down at her lovingly. She grunted slightly before speaking to him. "Tonight, we're watching The Lord of the Rings trilogy. The Hobbit, too."
Her words may have been muffled by his chest, but he knew exactly what she said. "Oh, come on, babe! I love The Lord Of The Rings, don't get me wrong because Gandalf is a total badass-- But that's the longest movie trilogy in the history of movies!!"
A small smile graced her lips as she looked up to him. "I'll stay all weekend if we stay up and watch them tonight."