America x reader: late night grocery shopping

I do not own hetalia or you~

15 years old, you are England's child

(Name) POV

I felt my arm being shaken. "Hey...hey (name)...wake up!" I heard an American voice whisper. I opened my eyes slightly. "Alfie what time is it...and how did you get into England's house?" I groaned. "I picked the lock...come with me to the grocery store!" He said. I leaned up. "Okay...why?" I asked lazily throwing my feet over the bedside. "Because I ran out of coke and I need more but I don't wanna go alone." He said. I nodded as I tugged on a hoodie and held my arms up. "Carry me." I said. Alfred laughed and let me hop onto his back. I laid my head on his shoulder and watched everything move by me. Soon we got to the car and he put me in the passenger seat.

We drove quickly to the grocery store, however I didn't get to be carried because an angry woman yelled at us when we walked in with me on his back. So Alfred got a cart and let me sit in it. "Dang...someone needs a happy meal." Alfred said in a snappy tone referring to the lady. I giggled and held onto the sides of the cart as he made various twists and turns. We made it to the soda isle and saw an abundance of different sodas. However only one caught my dear american friends eye. Coca cola~!

"I don't get how you drink this stuff." I said looking at him load about three 24 packs into the cart...or basically on my lap. "There's a screw loose on this shelf." He said looking at one of the shelves. "Alfie I wouldn't mess with it..." I said worried of what might happen. "Naw man! I'm the hero I live to fix these things!" He said followed by a heroic laugh. I rolled my eyes and pulled out my phone. I decided to record this incase something happened. "Alfred..." I muttered noticing the shelf start to tip. In the blink of an eye the shelf dropped and somehow caused seventeen 24 packs of soda to explode everywhere!

"PFFFFTTT HAHAHAHAHAHAHA" I screamed in laughed. "You idiots!!!" I turned and saw the lady who yelled at us earlier. "Ey don't yell at me it was him." I said pointing to the soaked and sticky american on the floor. "This isn't my fault. Your shelf fell." He said with a nervous laugh. The lady was about to yell something but before she could Alfred jumped off the floor, scooped me out of the cart and bolted out of the grocery store. "Wow man...smooth." I said as he tossed me in the passenger seat. "Don't tell England!" He screamed as he speed back to my house.

Though just when we though we where in the clear...HERRO DADDY! "(NAME) (MIDDLE NAME) KIRKLAND! ALFRED F JONES WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH MY DAUGHTER AT TWO IN THE BLOODY MORNING?!?!" He yelled in fury. "Daddy...calm down...he just broke into our house, came into my room and asked me to go buy soda with him. I see nothing wrong." I said sweetly. My fathers eyes blazed with fury. "(Name)," he growled through grinding teeth. "Yeah?" I asked. "Go back to bed poppet, i will talk to you about this later. Alfred. We talk about this now." He growled, I looked at America who actually looked scared. "Welp...good luck alfie~" I said before hugging the american quickly and placing a peck on my fathers cheek. "Goodnight~" I chimed before going inside. "Night (name)" "goodnight love~".

I sat at my window listening to my Father rip America a new one. I couldn't help but smile at his terrified face.

"I love you alfie...good luck~" I giggled before shutting my window and going to bed.