A/N:I'm attempting to write a reader-insert collection of oneshots. Characters might be OOC.

I do not own Hetalia. (Or you unless you want me to /shot) I do own the storyline. :D Enjoy!

Summary:
So Alfred had planned to hang out, but what happens when you arrive and he doesn't even come to greet you at the door?
Human names used. AU.
ReaderxAlfred(America)

You were walking towards your good friend Alfred's house. You both had decided to hang out that weekend, well more like Alfred decided for you, pressuring/persuading you to come. You sighed remembering how he had 'persuaded' you. You didn't know why you couldn't say 'no' to the American boy, it was either because of the air around him that you just couldn't deny his request or the fact that you might have a small, insignificant crush on him. Possibly.

As you continued your trek to the American's house, you thought about how you ended up like this.

~Flashback~

"[Your name]!"

You heard your name being called by the oh so familiar, loud, hyperactive American.

You stopped and turned around to face the figure running towards you waving frantically with a wide grin spread across his face. Alfred. You sighed inwardly. You never understood why he was so happy and energetic all the time.

"Hey there Alfred," you greeted him with a small smile. You really weren't in the mood at the moment for any of his usual antics. You had something rather important to do and you didn't want to waste too much time with idle chit chat.

"[Your name]! [Your name]! Are you busy tomorrow? You want to hang out?" Alfred asked smiling down at you.

You looked at him blankly before thinking of your answer.

"Well…I'm not busy tomorrow…"you began putting a finger to your chin, contemplating.

Before you could put another word in Alfred interrupted.

"That's great! Come to my house tomorrow at 11am okay? Okay! See you then!" Alfred exclaimed quickly patting you on the shoulder as his grinned widened.

You were too shocked to reply as you stood there. Alfred took that as a sign of approval to the idea. He stopped patting you and turned and began to stroll off.

Quickly you gathered your thoughts.

"Alfred! Wait!" you shouted after him stretching out your hand to grab onto his shirt.

He turned his head to look back at you.

"Hm? What is it [Your name]?" he asked, still smiling.

"Uh…well…see you tomorrow…"you mumbled looking down letting go of his shirt. You couldn't say 'no' to not wanting to go. Though secretly you actually liked his rather straight forward attitude and was very pleased that you were able to hang out with him tomorrow. While on the other hand you were annoyed at how much he let you contribute and didn't even hear you out! You were so conflicted.

You heard him chuckle as he began to walk off.

~End of Flashback~

You mentally slapped yourself. Why couldn't you just straight out say no! You thought about that for a while. Then it hit you. It was because he had that 'power' over you and if you said no he would of used it. His puppy dog face.

You could imagine it now. The look that he would have given if you said that you didn't want to hang out. The pouting face. Oh man, what had you gotten yourself into.

Firstly why were you even friends with him, and secondly why did you like him.

Well you stopped thinking about that when you reached the familiar household. This would be the second time you would have been at Alfred's house. You walked up to the door and knocked twice.

Nothing.

'He mustn't have heard it', you thought to yourself. You knocked again and waited.

Still nothing.

Here you were standing in front of his house at the time he had planned and he decides not to even let you in. How rude! You huffed.

You remembered him telling you that 'A hero always leaves a spare key just in case he forgets his own, though a hero would never do that!'. You laughed at that thought because that day 'the hero' so happened to misplace his key. You kneeled down and lifted up the welcome door mat to reveal the small silver key. You smiled to yourself.

You pushed the key into the keyhole and turned it. Hearing a click you pushed the door open gently. You half expected the hyper American to jump out from behind the door and scare you, but nothing came. Pulling the key out you placed it back under the mat, closing the door behind you and locking it from the inside. Surveying the front room to find an traces of the 'main character'.

Taking your shoes off you headed down the hall to the room you remembered to be Alfred's . Along the way peering into the other rooms just in case he was in them. As you began reaching your final destination you heard a small grunt. Stopping in your footsteps to listen again just in case you were imagining things.

Then you heard it. I small grunt coming from the room at the end of the hall. Alfred's room.

You slowly crept closer and put your ear against the door. What could he be possibly doing?' thinking to yourself as you listened intently.

"[Y-Your name]…"

You jumped back hearing your name. Did he notice you were behind the door? You then heard a noise you would never have thought. A small moan. Your face flushed a shade of red and your cheeks began to burn up.

Why was he moaning and why was he saying your name!

You put two and two together.

'He…he couldn't be mast-' you thought but then quickly shook your head to avoid finishing the thought.

You gulped as you put your hand on the door know. You silently prayed that he wasn't doing what you think he was doing.

Slowly turning the door handle and then pushing open the door, you peered in. The first thing that caught your eye was the lump on the bed.

You couldn't believe it. He was still sleeping! After telling you to be at his house he was still sleeping! You didn't care, you were just thinking how rude he was being and fully opened the door and stormed in not caring if you woke him up.

Stomping to the side of the bed, hoping to make enough noise to wake him up, you stopped to look down on his sleeping face.

What you were faced with was not that of a peaceful sleeping face that you would expect.

Alfred seemed to be showing a mix of pain and pleasure on his face?

You scanned his face again, furrowing your brow slightly. What in the world was happening. As your eyes were scanning him, something caught your attention and you quickly turned your head to look at the lower region of Alfred's sleeping body under his blanket.

You blushed. You had noticed a lump, so to speak, there. You gulped, a light bulb had literally lit up and you had figured it all out.

Alfred was having a wet dream…about you!

You stood there, slightly grinning but with cheeks tinted pink. Your emotions were so conflicted. For one Alfred was thinking about you, while on the other hand he was thinking about you that way.

Not being able to take it anymore, you put your hand on his shoulder and shook him awake.

It took about 5 shakes before Alfred's eye's fluttered open.

"Ahem," you cleared your throat, moving your hands from his shoulder and looked down at him.

He blinked his eyes slowly, staring at you for a moment before his eyes flew open. He sat up abruptly.

"[Y-Y-Your name]! W-What are you doing here?" he stuttered quickly pointing at you in a shocked manner.

You stared at him. Okay, he was stupid most of the time but this was way beyond his usual stupidity. Crossing your arms, you glared at him slightly.

"Alfred F. Jones! You were the one who 'wanted to hang out' and here I am at the time you appointed and I find you sleeping!" you stated trying to hide your angry tone.

"O-Oh yeah! Sorry about that!" he quickly said rubbing the back of his head grinning.

You were going to wipe that grin off his face. You smirked at him.

"Hey Alfred," you said as you began crawling on the bed leaning closer to him. You heard him gulp. " 'The Hero' seems to be needing someone to save them…what kind of hero are you?" you finished smirking up at him, directly in front of him now on his bed.

"W-What are you talking about [Your name]?" Alfred stuttered from his nervousness, as he was remembering his dream and your closeness.

You grinned. Using your eyes to look down to tell him to look too. He followed your gaze and then as you watched his eyes widen you couldn't help but try to stifle a chuckle. After all that time he didn't even notice he was hard?

"I guess, It's my turn to be the hero and save you," you chuckled as you leaned in closer to his flushed face, sliding your hand slowly up his leg.

A/N: Phew, that turned out longer than I thought. I hoped you enjoyed reading!