MaleModel!America x Photographer!Reader CH1

\\An America x Reader story//
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You were taking pictures of your handsome childhood best friend, Alfred F. Jones, who is a famous model and also your long-time crush.
Oh, he looked so good in the clothes he was wearing for the shots. He had camo military pants with a greenish short-sleeved shirt and leather gloves. You were easily being distracted by his abs. Not only his abs, but also the muscles that were covered within his shirt.
"Give me a bright smile and a heroic pose," you told him.
Alfred followed your directions and made a pose. Instead of a heroic pose, as you told him to, he made a flirty-type of pose. With his left hand on his left hip, he looked towards the camera. He was biting the glove's middle finger from his right hand, as if taking it off. It took all your strength to not blush or squeal. (O///o)

~Timeskip brought to you by Alfred's burgers~

This went on for a few more minutes,  with him making silly poses and you fighting the urge to hug him and feel his muscles against your body. When you were done with taking pictures of Alfred, both of you left the photography room and went straight to the cafeteria for your lunch breaks.
"Hey, ____! Let's get some hamburgers from McDonald's. You totally know that they are better there than they are here!"
"No"  
"Why..?"
"Because-" You were about to state your reasons until Arthur Kirkland, Alfred's older brother and CEO of the company, interrupted and finished for you.
"It has a lot of grease, It's far from here, and it is definitely bad for your health to eat hamburgers all the time. Be aware of the food that you eat, Bloody git!" With an apologetic look from Arthur directed to you, he apologized. "Sorry lass, for interrupting you. I just couldn't help it but for me to answer for you instead."
"It's alright, sir! I should thank you for that, Arth- I mean Mr.Kirkland." You were hoping that he didn't hear your mistake. You can't blame yourself though, Alfred's fault for always talking about him.
"Please Love, just call me Arthur," he smiled.
Alfred pouted. You looked towards him, "Try eating healthy sometime, Alfred. For today's lunch, both of us will eat some chicken salad and drink some delicious fruit juice."
"But I don't want to eat salad, ____!" Alfred whined with a groan.
"Fine then, don't eat the salad. Would you like to eat some of Arthur's original home-made scones? If you want, I can ask him to make some for you," you said with a smirk.
"I'll be greatful to make some today, lass."
Alfred gave you a horrified look. He knows the power of Arthur's scones. Allistor and Kiku once had to get their stomachs pumped because they ate the supposedly called 'scones' of Arthur. They had to stay in the hospital for a few days before being discharged.
"No, please no, ____! I'll eat the salad but please don't make me eat the deadly scones that Artie makes. They look and taste like charcoal!"
"My scones are not deadly, they are delicious!" Arthur defended himself.
'I'm surprised that Arthur hasn't died yet. With all the scones that he makes and eats everyday, I wonder why he is still alive..' you thought to yourself.
"Arthur, don't worry about your scones. They're delicious if you say so," you tried calming him down.
Alfred injected, "____, you said that Artie's scones are able to kill even the strongest men- offt!" Alfred fell on the floor in pain. Arthur had a confused look on his face because of your unsuspected action.
You punched Alfred in the stomach before he could keep talking. You were oddly surprised by your strength. "Keep saying nonsense and I'll make sure you don't see a tomorrow," you threatened with an undescribable look on your face.
With the air knocked out of Alfred's system, he couldn't hear you. He was busy bringing in the air back inside.
You sighed. You saw Arthur walk away and go to a table not far from where you were standing. In that table, you saw Ludwig, Kiku, Feliciano, Francis, Matthew, Ivan, and Yao sitting and talking to each other. You couldn't just leave Alfred on the floor, so you decided to call the German and the Russian man for help in carrying Al.
"Ludwig and Ivan, please help me in carrying this obnoxious man to your table," you half yelled towards those men.
They excused themselves from the table and did as what they were told. Both grabbed an arm and dragged him towards the others. You were following in behind them. They put Alfred down in the empty seat next to Matthew.
"Thanks guys!"

~Timeskip~

You were now eating your chicken salad and fruit juice with Alfred and Arthur on both of your sides. Arthur was eating one of his (supposedly called) scones with Earl tea while Alfred ate his salad with a frown on his face.
You looked towards his salad and noticed that there was no dressing or anything on it. "Hey, Alfred. You know that you can put ranch in your salad, right?"
Alfred immediately stood up and went to get some ranch and whatever else he chose. When he came back, he started telling you why you never told him that you can put ranch in salad.
You shrugged, "It's common sense to put ranch in salad."
Both of you started arguing and before you know it, lunch break was over. You secretly blushed at his pouting face. While you guys were going back to your jobs, he asked a question which you never really expected..
"Hey ____, can we hang out today when we're off work?"
"Well, sure, I guess... Why would you want to be with me, anyways?"
Alfred blushed and turned his head away from you, hoping that you didn't see the blush on his face.
"Well.. We only see each other at work, and we have been partners for like a year already.. I think that I.. Might be able to know more about you.. I-if we hang out every once in a while like in the past, you know..?"
You were surprised by what he said. Not only did he say that with a shy voice, but no one ever really wanted to know you a lot better. Especially by a famous male model.
"So, would you like to hang out with me..? After work, I mean." He coughed awkwardly.
"I already agreed in being with you, right? So the answer is yes, of course!"
Now it was your turn to look away because of your blush.

|Alfred's POV|
She agreed, she agreed! I hope she doesn't have any suspicions of me liking her- no! Of me loving her! Maybe I should confess my feelings on the next few times we're together.

|Reader's POV {Sorry!}|
I hope that saying yes was a good thing.. You looked at Alfred and saw a little blush on his face. I chuckled.
"Hey, why is your face red, Alfred?" I smirked.
"Uh.. Well.." He was looking around as if doing that would give him an answer, "I.. Have a cold and um.. yeah!" he said in one breath.
You knew he was lying, so when he wasn't looking, you put the back of your hand on his forehead. His blush became deeper.
"Sure Alfred, it's a cold," you said sarcastically.
"Y-yeah, that's what I said!" Alfred shouted, not knowing what to say.

|No one's POV|
You guys were about to go your separate ways. Alfred to the left, and you to the right. Al was going to sign a contract in a meeting room and you were going to get the pictures ready to place in the magazine. Little did you both know, tragedy was going to struck.