Rainbows of Recovery (America x Reader) Part 3

Games
~~~~~~~Russia’s Perspective~~~~~~~
The beautiful smell of making breakfast in the morning. Calm, quiet, peaceful. This is how mornings should always be. I wish this peace could last forever, but naturally it’s interrupted. I took that boy in as thanks for saving my precious sunflower, but I’m slowly regretting it more and more each day. He is loud and messy. He eats all the food in the house and is always playing those dumb games on the television. Though I have noticed he’s a bit different when my precious sunflower enters the room. He’s calmer, more considerate of his surroundings, and is careful. I guess it’s only natural someone would fall in love with her, but I won’t allow anyone to have her. She is far too precious.
As expected the wonderful silence is interrupted by the thundering of feet on the hardwood floor. The loud shout that seemed to echo through the large home seemed to seep into the walls themselves. I suppressed the anger that bubbled up and looked to the head of blonde that bobbed into the room. “Alfred, can’t you try to be less,” I paused watching his curious expression for a moment, “you?” He laughed and mumbled an apology scratching the back of his head. Then following in behind him I saw my sunflowers (Hair color) come into view flowing behind her. The cast on her foot making her walk a little odd. “Good morning Papa.” She smiled sweetly. “Morning my sunflower.”
~~~~~~~Reader’s Perspective~~~~~~~
I hobbled over to sit at the kitchen table. A plate of food placed in front of me. “Thank you Papa.” I smiled up at my father quickly digging into the meal. Breakfast is important.
I watched as Alfred sat across from me. Feeling slightly nervous. Ever since that day I have felt weird around him. I’m not afraid of him, just unsure? I don’t really know. Since that day, Arthur hasn’t spoken to me since then. I haven’t even seen him. He probably hates me now. Not that he seemed to like me much anyway.
“Yo, you okay (Name)?” I looked up to Alfred startled out of my thought process. “Ah, what?” “Are you okay? You’re just picking at your food.” I look down at the egg I seem to have stabbed. Not aggressively but more like I picked at it. “Oh, I was just thinking.” I smiled up at him and went back to eating. Papa sat down next to me and patted my head. A thing he hasn’t done since I was a child. It felt good.
“So (Name) wanna play some Mario Carts later?” I laughed. “You sure you’re ready to lose again?” “I did not lose you cheat!” “My dear sunflower does not cheat.” “Yeah I don’t cheat! You just can’t play when you are laughing at lame pun!” “Ha! Ican too!” “No you really can not.” “Lies” “My sunflower does not lie.” “Yeah! I don’t lie!” “Whatever you so do.”
The argument lasted the rest of breakfast and after we ended up playing Mario Carts to prove I was correct. As I usually am.
“Hahaha, you lose again Al, just give up and bow to your queen already!” “Pfffft nah I like democracy thank you very much!” He loaded up the game again. I sighed. “You just don’t know when to quit do you?” “Nope.” “Heh loser.”
“I win again~ Ready to admit defeat?” “Never! The hero never admits defeat, even when he is dead!” “Well don’t die, I won’t have anyone to beat than.” “Oh you wound me!” Oh grips his heart in fake pain. “How could you be so cruel!” “Oh, ha ha ha very funny.” I try not to laugh. “You say that sarcastically but you are clearly holding back laughter so who’s the real winner now?” I hit him softly, fake offended. “Rude~” We laughed for a bit until Papa came in.
“What is going on in here?” I gave Alfred a warning look. A look that said ‘you are not to meme my dad or I swear I will destroy you’. He decided to be a good boy and listen. I looked back at my father. “Not much, just schooling Al at Mario Carts.” “Not.” “Are too.” “Are not.” “Are too!” “Are not!” This went on for some time and my father eventually left the room not wanting to have anything to do with two weird teenagers.
I poked at the cast on my ankle. “I can’t wait till I get this dang thing off.” “How much longer do you need to keep it on?” “A few more weeks if I’m lucky.” “Well you got me as a best friend, I’d say you’re already pretty dang lucky!” “Oh hahaha, way to praise yourself. When did I say you were my best friend again?” I quirked a brow at the smirk that grew on his face. “When we were met, just before you promised to marry me~” “I did no such thing!” “You so did!” “Do you have proof!?” “I have my perfect memory!” “That doesn’t count!” “Yes it so does!” “Nope!” “I’m not going to take no for an answer!” “You will so or else I may have to hurt you!” “The damsel can’t hurt her hero!” “Pfft clearly you’ve been living in the dark ages.” “Actually I’ve been living in your guest room.”
We laughed for a while. Honestly this is probably the best I’ve felt in days. I don’t think I have been this happy in a while. I really hope it lasts. “Thanks Al.” I smiled softly at him and his confused expression. “For what?” “For being my friend and making me feel better.” “Really, I should be thanking you. Staying home with me while I’m under house arrest. It’s really cool of you.” “Well I don’t want my best friend bored during spring break! That wouldn’t be very good now would it?” “I guess.” He grinned that big stupid grin that I loved. He’s so wonderful. Always trying to make me laugh. I don’t know if I deserve such a good friend.
Trying to hide the feelings I’m developing for him is getting harder and harder. He doesn’t make it any easier either, the way he always tries to make me laugh, and is so kind to me. I know better to get my hopes up though. There isn’t any possibility he could have feelings for me. I’m just (Name) Braginsky, an average girl that get’s average grades.
“So wanna play a different game or go another round in Mario Carts?” I smiled widely at him. “Let’s play a less competitive game.” “So resident evil five?” “Yeah!” He put the game in and we started a new game. I was the girl and he was the guy. I wanted to be the girl though, she looks so cool! Our teamwork was pretty good. “(Name) behind you!” I moved my character so he could shoot the zombie behind me. “Thanks.”
“So you kids going to eat or are you going to let these sandwiches go to waste?” I looked up at papa. Was it noon already? I am pretty hungry now that I think about it. “Thank you papa!” I paused the game and limped over to him, the cast making my leg heavy. I followed him into the kitchen, Alfred trailing behind.