Bored? Play The Pocky Game! [America x Reader]

~Reader's POV~

Boredom was spelled B-O-R-E-D-O-M. You were bored out of your mind. You were literally desperate enough to do anything.
Pretending to have some tea with your stuffed [FavAnimal] named [CoolName], you put on a British accent modeled after a certain English friend you had.
"Why 'ello [Sir/MissCoolName], lovely to have you join me for a spot of tea!"
"THE HERO HAS ARRIVED!"
The door to your bedroom slams open to reveal a very excited American. You give him a look and continued to pour tea for your stuffed animal.
"Aww...no hey or anything?" his mood saddening, looking at you with puppy eyes.
"Hey Al! Thank goodness you're here! I'm sooooooo bored~!" you tossed your stuffed [FavAnimal] somewhere and proceeded to build a house of cards.
"Awesome! The Hero will save you from boredom!" he exclaimed triumphantly.
"Here," you passed him half of your deck, "Start building with me."
Finally after some hilarious scenes when your tower collapsed, it stood with all glory and majesty a house of cards could ever possess.
"What do you want to do now?" you asked, taking down the building and shuffling the cards back into its deck.
"Hm...charades?" he suggested.
"Sure whatever floats your boat! Warning though, I'm a pro at charades!" you laughed, standing up.
Putting on the best French accent you could muster, you shot Alfred a flirtatious wink and magically produced a rose out of nowhere. "For you, mon amour~"
"The Frenchie!" your friend finally gasped out, laughing his head off.
"Correct!" you replied, taking your seat as it was Al's turn.
After making fun of nearly all the countries, the two of you were rolling around the floor in laughter. When the laughter faded away and was replaced by silence, you sighed and opened up your laptop.
"Whatcha' doing?" America asked, peeking over your shoulder.
"Searching up some stuff to do," you replied nonchalantly, opening up a window and typing in slowly:
'What to do what you are freaking bored and the only company you have is an American who is obsessed with being the hero?'
"Hey!" your friend retorted indignantly.
Ignoring his outburst, you looked over the page and found a game that caught your eye.
"The Pocky Game?" the two of you echoed cluelessly together.
Reading out loud what the description said, here's how it went:
"The Pocky Game is kind of like playing Chicken. You and a partner take one Pocky stick between your lips and chew closer and closer until one pulls away. The one who lasts the longest wins."
"Ha! The Hero will totally beat you in this game! Bring out the Pocky [Name]!" Alfred shouted, obviously excited.
"One second, this sounds a little fishy to me..." you muttered wondering if there was another part of the game that wasn't mentioned.
"You're just a scared-y cat!" he teased.
"W-What?! I'm not a scared-y cat! Fine, I'll play this stupid game!" you growled, snatching a box of Pocky from one of your drawers.
"Yay!" your friend cheered, pulling out a stick of chocolate covered goodness, "Come at me bro!"
Placing one end in between his lips he offered the other end to you. Flushing for some weird reason, you accepted the other end and had it in your mouth. Temporarily stunned at the closeness of his face, you advanced slowly. Halfway through though, you dropped your end in surprise and floundered backwards. "WHEN DID YOUR FACE GET SO CLOSE?!" you shrieked, having two tomatoes for cheeks.
"Ha! Looks like The Hero has triumphed!" Alfred hollered, devouring the remains of the treat.
"Shut up! I demand a rematch!" you retorted, snatching another stick and placing it between your lips and offering it harshly to your friend.
Without wasting a single second, you started advancing quickly trying to cover the territory that you had previously lost.
So it had suddenly surprised you when you felt something warm and soft against your mouth. Realizing what happened, you pulled away immediately, blush dusting your cheeks once again.
"S-Sorry!" you apologized, bowing your head in embarrassment.
Your head was tilted up to face Alfred's as he wore a small smile. "Don't apologize," he whispered, leaning in to plant another feverish kiss on your mouth.
Then a thought burst into your mind before you had time to restrain it.
Next time, play The Pocky Game with Alfred when bored.

~Fin~