"__________? ___________!!!" a loud voice pounded at your ears as you tried to roll over in your bed. But something, or more like someone, was weighing you down. You peeked from under your eyelashes. Your boyfriend, Alfred, was straddling your hips, a huge grin plastered on his face.
"Alfred," you moaned, taking the pillow from underneith you and throwing it in his direction. He dodged it skillfully and smiled wider, "Wake up, sweetheart!"
He leaned down and planted a kiss on your lips, making your eyes flash open. Your face heated up as you shoved him off of you. He landed with a thud on the floor. The American's eyes poked over the side of the bed, his blue orbs full of excitement.
"________!" he said once more.
"I'm awake! Good Lord, Alfred!" you sat up and ran your fingers through your messy hair. "What's wrong? Is the house on fire? Has Arthur been cooking again?"
You heard Arthur from the next room over give out a "Why, I never!" then stomp out of the front door, leaving with a SLAM! Alfred laughed and fell to the floor. Suddenly, he was up again and on your waist once again. A smirk was making it's way to his lips, "It's so hot when you make him pissed, babe."
You laughed, kissing his nose then shoving him roughly off of you again. He fell back and watched you walk out into the room only to jump up and follow you. Alfred lept over the couch and flipped on the TV.
"The Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade!" he exclaimed as he flipped through channels hastily.
"The what?" you asked, flipping the switch to the coffee maker on. "Oh! Right, that."
Alfred turned to look at you, "Don't you watch it every year?"
"God!" you tossed your hair then picked up your coffee and sat next to your boyriend. "I haven't watched it since I was a kid."
His eyes widened, "What?! Dude, you're watching this NOW!"
He scanned the channels then found it and switched it on, taking your coffee and sipping it. You glared at him as he just gave you a dumb smile.
One hour later....
"Look! It's Snoopy!" you bounced excitedly in your seat. You felt like a child again. Alfred laughed and wrapped an arm around your waist.
You both sat there, giggling like maniacs as all of the celebrities and floats passed on the screen. While you both sat there, freaking out with your boyfriend, his younger brother, Matthew walked out.
"Good morning, guys!" he smiled. No reply. Matt sighed and continued on with making his breakfast.
The parade ended and you pouted, "It's over?"
Alfred reclined back in his seat, feet being placed up on the coffee table, "Yep!"
"Oh," you looked at him sadly. "That was a lot more fun then I rememebered."
It was silent except for Matthew making his breakfast. Suddenly, Alfred snapped his fingers, "We can catch the one that comes on later!"
You smiled, "You like these parades a lot, hm?"
He looked at you then adjusted his glasses, "Well apparently you do too!"
You chuckled and kissed him on the jaw, "C'mon, lets start making dinner for later."