You'd always been fascinated with the idea of a good standoff between two equally dangerous men who were fighting against eachother for the love of a lady.
But as you sat by the road, your hands tied behind your back, leaning against the wooden beam of the general store, you immediatly took back all the exciting fantasies of a showdown. You watched as Alfred glared at his opponent with a danger sparking in his eyes that you never even knew he could muster.
The rough ropes twisted into your wrists, causing them to burn uncomfortably. You sat crosslegged in the dirt, your arms pulled behind your back. The fancy dress you wore fanned out around you, probably being sullied to the point of no return by the dusty ground.
The town was silent, waiting. There was no breeze to push a tumble weed across the road. Alfred, with one hand on the gun at his side, glared at the other man still.
His opponent returned the glare. "Just give it up already!" He yelled in his thick southern accent, breaking the tense silence. You could see that most of his teeth were either missing, or a rotten gray color.
"No! You should be the one to give up!" Alfred retorted, "(Name) is mine, and she will always be mine!"
You smiled softly, despite the danger of the situation. You wanted to yell out 'I love you, Alfie! Kick some southern ass' but the possible consequences kept you quiet.
"Well... now she's mine!" The man said with a smarmy smile upon his sun cracked lips. He rested one hand on the hilt of his own gun that was in the holder at his side.
Alfred tightened the grip on his weapon. "Do you know the best time to kill a man?" Riddled he, right before he whipped out the gun at lightning speed and shot his opponent two times in the chest without even a flinch.
"When he doesn't even know it's coming." Alfred finished.
You gasped as the loud bangs echoed in your ears. The man fell to his knees with a deathly groan. He held one hand to his wounds, blood dripping through his clothes and onto his greasy fingers, eventually falling to soak the dusted ground in ruby red drops.
Alfred dropped his own weapon with a clatter and sprinted to your side. "(Name)? Are you okay?" Asked he, taking his hat off and tossing it to the side carelessly so he could lean in and send a kiss on your lips.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," you rolled your eyes as he once again pecked your lips in relief, "just untie me."
Alfred leaned away, a devilish smirk upon his face. "No, I think I'll keep you tied up, ma'am." He grabbed his hat and placed it on his head, his blue eyes sparking mischeiviously under the rim.
"What? No, untie me this instant!" You commanded.
Ignoring your demands, your lover picked you up by the waist and set you on the saddle of his nearby horse.
You struggled against the bonds as Alfred heaved himself upon the saddle behind your body. "Come on, (Name), just for a bit longer?"
His arms were on either side of your hips. He gripped the reins and flicked them slightly, causing the white beast to start a soft walk away from the small town.
You gave up a struggle and muttered, "You sadist..."
Chuckling, he kissed your cheek from his spot behind you. "Don't tell me you don't enjoy it."
"I still don't see why you haven't untied me yet!" Protested you.
"Because when we get home," he whispered huskily, "we're going to play a game. I'll be the heroic cowboy, and you'll be the damsel in distress."
I'm in love with Cowboy! America... I think it's all the stupid westerns my dad watches. :T I dunno.
Is your logo Latvia derping oh and cool story
Texas:"apears in nowhere"LAAAAAAAAAAAAAME
me:"shoots texas"shut up
me:"shoots texas"shut up
Mehhhhh are we going to play Mario bros.!? Alfred:*sweatdrops*
OH MY GOD THAT WAS COOOOOL!
That was SOOO cool!
Yo! Uh... LET GO OF ME ALREADY! *starts acting like Italy in the Tomato crate, but more English* Untie me you bloody wanker! I do not want to be taken like this!!
Me: FREE ME THIS INSTANT YOUNG MAN, OR YOU'LL BE GROUNDED FROM EVERYTHING!
Me: I'll ground you from me.
America: *panics* But I don't want to!
Me: Don't make me call Ivan. HEY I-
America: *covers my mouth* Fine! *unties*
X3 I wouldnt mind him keeping me tied up........ ¦) Heh heh heh.....
Me: *squirms* Free me from this damned rope prison!
Pluto: *suddenly appears* Free her, now.
America: Ok, ok. *frees me and runs away*
Oh mai lord... O//////O im cherokee hun.... I know how to handle myself......but then again im half scots irish and english.... Oh well fuck it... It was an awesome fic :3 nice writing style
*screeches* loved it ^3^
You have to make a second part because omfg america is fucking sexy his attitude is fucking sexy his body is fucking a sexy biatch and I wouldn't protest I would let him do whatever to me!!! America never fucken stop being sexy!!!!
please tell me you have a second part
O_O PLEASE MAKE A PART 2!!!!!! THAT WAS THE ONE OF THE SEXIEST THINGS EVER....... I WISH HE WAS REAL......
Continue this! I need a lemon!
I second this notion!!!!
I third the notion
I agree with u
I agree with you!!!
Damn girl! This is damn good!
Are you kidding me? Cowboy!America is quite possibly the sexiest thing in this universe
You NEED o continue this with the next part as the game! ^^
There go my feels
I'm a sucker for a cowboy
I'm a sucker for a cowboy
Omg this is just..yes......well can play that game anytime Alfred~