Winner Gets a Kiss [America x Reader]

The sound of a basketball being dribbled on the ground echoed throughout the empty school hall. Curiously, you began to walk towards the lonely sound. Shoes squeaked against the floor as you heard the ball swoosh into the basket. You peered through the window of the gym's doors.

Immediately you noticed three guys, passing the orange ball back and forth. You pushed the gym doors open catching the attention of all three guys. Alfred, your best friend stood there with a large grin as he held the ball by his side. Arthur and Francis were fighting, from what your heard it was whether Francis got a letter or not.

"What are you guys doing?" you asked approaching the group.

"We are playing 'orse. Arthur 'ere, is failing miserably," Francis laughed.

"I am not!" the Brit screamed.

"Can I play?" you question.

"I don't know dude, I don't think a girl like you could play with guys like us." Alfred winked.

"Really now? I bet I could beat you in a game of horse." you smirked.

"You really think you could beat the captain of the basketball team?" Francis questioned you.

"I think I could," you told him.

"All right dude, let's make a bet." Alfred stated.

"Alright if I win, you have to run around the school naked at the next pep rally." you laughed.

"Fine, if I win you have to kiss me." he winked.

"Deal," you reluctantly agreed, especially after the mention of the kiss. "You two going to play?" you pointed to Arthur and Francis.

"Does mean if I win, I get to kiss you?" Francis asked slowly making his way over to you.

"No!" you screeched backing away from the Frenchman. "Let's just play the game."

"Can't wait for that kiss," Alfred sang.

"Not going to happen," you mockingly sang back to him, grabbing the ball in the process.

You went up to the key of the court and tossed the ball into the net. The basketball went in with a swoosh, it bounced to a stop on the ground below. Smirking you picked it up and tossed it over to Alfred.

"Your turn," you smirked.

Alfred brushed past you to take his starting spot. His tossed the ball into the net almost effortlessly. He grabbed the basketball and tossed it to Arthur, who fumbled to catch it. He took a spot behind you and waited for his next turn.

"The hero always wins," he proclaimed which caused you to roll your eyes and your friend's proclamation.

After a while you and Alfred were tied, both of you had an H. While Arthur had an H and O. Francis had been annoyingly shouting at Arthur from the side lines. Francis was out within his first five shots, no wonder he wasn't on the basketball team.  At this moment Arthur was taken his shot, the Brit waited impatiently as the ball flew in the air. The orange ball hit the rim of the net and flew to the other side of the gym. Arthur fumed as he went to retrieve the ball.

"Oh, my little 'oe is now a whore." Francis laughed referring to the fact that Arthur now had an H,O and R.

"Shut up French frog," Arthur spat as he tossed Alfred the ball.

Soon after that Arthur got out, much to his dismay. He was now forced to sit by Francis, for the Frenchman's arms were tightly around his shoulder. This next shot you were about to attempt to make would determine your failure or your possible winning. You just needed an E and you would be out, while Alfred needed an S and E to get out.

You glanced back towards the smirking American, before turning back towards the net. You said a silent pray to yourself before letting go of the ball. The basketball flew in the air towards the net. For a moment you thought it was going in, for it circled inside the net. Just your luck, it bounced out of the net and onto the floor.

You heard the shouts and cheers of the American behind you. You stood shell shocked that you had lost. You didn't want to kiss the American because of a bet. He only said that knowing you'd get flustered. He's tricked you into thinking he was going to kiss you before, which left you with the face of tomato.

Of course you had a crush on Alfred. Sure he was cocky, but he as well had his good qualities. His looks were an added bonus, his shaggy blonde hair and cyan hued eyes could always put a smile of your face. You turned to face the ecstatic American with a sly smile on your face.

"The hero is ready for his kiss," Alfred winked.

"Alright close your eyes," you seductively demanded.

He did as he was told and shut his eyes. He stood there with a smirk as you approached him. You got up onto your tiptoes and kissed his cheek. His eyes immediately flew open as he glared at you.

"Hey that wasn't the bet!" he pouted.

"Yes it was, you said to kiss you. You never specified where," you laughed as you walked over to grab the basketball.

"She's got you there Alfred," Arthur piped. "Would you let go of me you frog!" he squirmed.

"You enjoy it, Angleterre." Francis cooed.

"Stop calling me that!" Arthur shouted.

"_____! I want a proper kiss!" Alfred whined.

"And why would that be? Like seeing my face red?" you questioned under your breath as you walked past him, ball in hand.

"No, because I like you. Plus the hero always gets the girl," he smiled proudly causing you to look at him with a confused stare.

"Excuse me?" you questioned him.

"I said, the hero always gets the girl he wants." Alfred repeated grabbing your free hand.

"W-What?" you blushed.

"You're so cute when you blush," he cooed leaning closer to your face.

"S-Shut up!" you sneered turning your head away to hide the growing blush.

"How about I give you a prize for losing?" he asked you.

You felt his fingers under your chin, forcing you to look into his cyan eyes. He quickly pressed his lips against yours, capturing them in a sweet kiss. You dropped the basketball and wrapped your arms around his neck, which caused him to smirk into the kiss.

"So does this girl get her hero?" you smiled.

"Of course!" he proclaimed hugging you tightly.

"Francis stop trying to kiss me!" you heard Arthur scream at the Frenchman.

You looked over towards the two Europeans and began to laugh at the sight before you. Francis made kissy faces towards Arthur, as said Brit tried squirming out of the Frenchman's grasp.

"Well technically Arthur won between the two of you, and winner does get a kiss." you shouted at them.

"Oh go suck Alfred's face," Arthur hissed.

"She'll gladly do so," Alfred stated wrapping an arm around your waist.

"She'll gladly not," you stated kissing Alfred's cheek.

"Fine how about another game, loser kisses winner." Alfred suggested.

"May the best one win," you smirked.