Alfred called out your name, rushing over and jumping onto your back.
You let out a oomph from the sudden impact, your hands automatically reaching behind to grip the male’s legs to keep him from falling. “What’s up, Ally?”
“Come to the store with me?” He questioned, his arms wrapping around your neck. He nuzzled your cheek with his own and wrapped his legs tightly around your middle.
“Eh? What for?” You blinked over your shoulder at him.
“Apples~!” He grinned, his blue orbs shining with excitement.
“What do we need apples for?”
“Apple pie, of course~!” His grin widened.
“You do know… it takes more than just apples to make an apple pie… right?” You glanced at the blonde before heading out the door, still carrying the male country on your back.
“Eh? Really? Like what?!”
Alfred stood in front of the oven, bouncing from one foot to the other, waiting for the timer to ding. Counting down the seconds, he jumped for joy when it finally rang, rushing over and pulling the apple pie out of the oven.
While Alfred inhaled the apple pie, you sat at the other end of the table, your eye twitching as you took in the sight of the messy kitchen. Every cabinet, every counter, even the floor and sink were overflowing with apples.
What the hell are we supposed to do with all these?! Build a freaking apple army!?
Your eyes moved back to the blonde sitting across from you, grinning happily after completely devouring the poor pie.
“Let’s bake another!”
Even though he had leftover crumbs around his mouth, he was just too adorable to say no to (which is why you ended up with so many apples in the first place). Thanks to that, you and Alfred were eating apple this and apple that for the next five years…