2P!AmericaXReader (Quickie)

  "You never cease to amuse me you know that Al?" you gave a quick glance to the form in the passenger seat. Of course he couldn't hear you; he was unconscious.
 
  For a research paper in English class you paired up with your friend Allen Jones. For sed assignment you both went to the slaughter house to gather information. The boy saw one cow get slaughtered and he fainted. Now you were back in your car driving home.
 
  Al may be a vegetarian but you couldn't suspect he would be that squeamish just watching an animal get killed. But alas- he dropped like a log as soon as some blood splattered the ground in front of him. You knew he wasn't new to the sight of blood, the nail-embedded baseball bat he carried was often coated in the substance. You decided not to ask.
 
  He was still out cold when you pulled into your driveway so you were forced to carry him into the house. He was anything but light. He was somewhere around 6 feet tall with reddish-brown hair and startling red eyes.
 
  Walking into the house you flopped him down on the couch flinching when his head hit the armrest. His arm fell off the couch and dangled almost touching the floor.
 
  "What am I supposed to do with you?" you questioned with an amused tone lingering on your voice. Silence was your answer.
 
  Not sure of what to do you repositioned Al's legs so you could sit on the couch and watch TV. You flipped through the channels, getting up once to grab some chips but only nibbled them.   After one episode of (favorite TV show) you felt Allen stir and one of his feet poked you in the side. You had taken off his shoes a little while before because you didn't want dirt getting on your couch.
 
  "Oh my god," he didn't open his eyes, "What the heck..." he tickled your side by prodding you with his foot. You shifted away from him with a chuckle.
 
  "What happened... Oliver!" he called out to his brother and you just smiled.
 
  "Guess again," you teased.
 
  "Matthieu?" he tried uncertainly.
 
  "Do I sound like Matthieu to you, eh?" you asked with his other brother’s accent.
 
  He opened one red eye and looked you up and down, "Wha- how did I get here?"
 
  "Do you not remember? Well we were at the slaughterhouse for that research paper and-"

  He held up his hands to silence you, "I got it. I got it. I remember. Dang it... I fainted huh."
 
  You nodded with a smirk, "Like a little girl."
 
  He stood up and paced for a moment before turning on you, his red eyes had a menacing glint as they stared into your own (e/c) ones, "Tell anyone about this and I will kill you," he growled.
 
  You held up your hands quickly in a panicking motion before standing up, "I don't doubt that."
 
  "I'm serious," he continued stepping toward you, "I will. So this better stay our secret."
 
  You gave him an planning smirk, "Secrets? Well I should get something out of this."
 
  Before he could react you grabbed his collar with both hands, pulled him down and pressed your lips against his. He gave into the kiss quickly with a fiery passion until you pulled back for air.
 
  All the confidence you previously had seemed to drain out of your body.
 
  "I-I-I," you gulped terrified, "sorry."
 
  "Don't apologize," Al put a finger under your chin and turned your face back to him, "I love you."
 
  "I love you too," you admitted after years of hiding it.
 
  "Now we are clear on not telling anyone about me fainting right?" he asked again.
 
  You burst out laughing, "Such a mood killer!” he growled at you, “But yeah, we're clear."