★☆America|Alfred.F.Jones!☆★

Alfred had been in love with you ever since you met. You were good friends and got along well, even though he always threw you off with questions in his native language or phrases you didn't understand because you didn't know much English and he had his wordplay. Anyway, now you were at a sleepover watching movies at midnight because Alfred invited you—that's right, just because he invited you, and you accepted because you had nothing else to do. At first, it was normal and casual, but then he got a little... "affectionate," so to speak. He kept complimenting you left and right, and whenever he had the slightest chance, he'd make very direct advances. When you turned to look at him, he'd play dumb and drink his Coke with his eyes elsewhere, acting like a pure and innocent child, but his mischievous smile said otherwise. Despite that, Alfred didn't say anything directly to you; he was shy when it came to those topics. Besides, he wasn't that bold with someone he cared for so much. His manners simply wouldn't allow it.