APH Secret Finland Gift: America X Reader

“All you need is love, love, love is all you need. “

You finish singing the last notes and lyrics as your voice carried over auditorium. Your audition for the glee club was only a few minute long and in those minutes you either gave everything or nothing.  The student director was looking over his notes, making endless calculations no doubt, and back up you. The time dragged on endlessly before he spoke up.

“Very well Ms. (l/n). I’ll let the teacher know of your audition and he’ll let you now if you made it. I’d like you to make a mental note, so please listen up...” he paused and gather his papers hastily, moving swiftly towards you.  “If you do not hear from either myself or the teacher in a weeks’ time, just give up. Don’t bother coming back and trying out again until next year. Neither I nor the teacher wish for our time to be wasted.”

With that he turned heels and sprinted towards the door. You look on with a worried expression, not being quite sure how to take that news. Sighing, you head back to the band room where your bag laid waiting for you on a nearby chair. No sooner had you entered the room, your cell phone went off.  The theme for spider man was playing and that meant it could only be one individual.

“Yo (f/n) dude, what’s happening? You finish your audition yet?”

You smiled. It was Alfred on the other end. Having been friends since the elementary school days meant that you were close with the blonde haired American.
“Yes Al I’m finished, do you think you could come pick me up. I need to get out of this place, and plus I’m starving! My nerves were so bad I skipped out on lunch.”
“Sure thing (f/n) and while we’re at it we can Swing by Mickey D’s on the way. You know, baseball practice was rough and I could really go for a burger right about now.”

You could almost see his friendly blue eyes light up. You laughed.

“Al the only problem I find with your statement is that you’re always in the mood for a McDonalds burger, not only after practices.”

“You got that right. So meet me out in the back of the school in about ten minutes, m‘kay?”

“You sounded like Mr. Mackey just now. Haha. Ten minutes sounds good.”

-pause-

“And don’t be late this time.”

Now it was his turn to laugh, he replied with an ‘Okay’ and you both hung up. You were quick to pick up the rest of your belongings. You had to only wait for a minute or two before Alfred pulled through the parking lot with his blue Ford Mustang. You remembered a year or so ago when he called up prattling on and on about how the old owner said he could keep the car if he could fix it. The previous owner promised that the car was nothing but a hung of junk, that no amount of TLC or hard work would ever get that piece of scrap in shape. In the end Alfred had proven him wrong and boy was the owner in state shock.

“(f/n) you gonna hop in or stand there all day? Wither way I’m taking off.”

A grin plastered across his face. That smile of his was always one of Alfred’s Strong features. Blue eyes were dominate in the school, and so wasn’t blonde hair, so every little quirk counted towards making one an individual. Made them stand out. Of course his booming voice that was always filled with child’s talk of heroes and justice also set him out, but they weren’t physically on the body, only in his voice.

You jumped in the passengers set and carried onward to McDonalds. The whole time Alfred just chattered away about the upcoming baseball season and who was going to play what.

“So yea, it looks like Ludwig will be a powerhouse this year. The coach is probably going to put him down for somewhere in the outfield. Then it looks like Arthur will be picture yet again, I hate to admit it but he is a very valuable player. Colleges are already eyeing him, not even for his pitching skills, which are way good by friend, but for the fact that he’s left handed. Dude, do you know how tough it is to find a left handed player? Very hard, let’s just put it at that.”

He takes a giant slurp of his drink, attempting to talk but you fail to make out anything he said.

“Al please speak to me after you’re done slurping down that drink. I can’t understand a word you’re saying!”

You’re light hearted tone makes Alfred’s smile bigger.

“Sorry about that. I know how effective my words can be on people, so I’ll repeat myself once again, but only because it’s you (f/n). I asked How as your audition. Did that creep of a teacher’s pet say you’re in or not?”

“Well, he told me that I would be hearing from either him or the teacher within the next week.  If I have not heard from one of them by then, I was to try again next year.”

“I guess that’s pretty wicked. I’ve heard you sing and you are amazing! If you don’t get in then I can tell you right now that they missed out on good thing.”

That made you blush ever so lightly. Alfred really did know how to make you feel special.

“Oh, and when you make it I’ll be taking you out for ice cream and you can get whatever you want. It’ll be on me.”

“And what if I don’t make it?”

“Well…” he gave a rather cocky grin “… if that is the case, then we still go out for ice cream everything still applies except for a twist were I will make you and brake out in song in the middle of the restaurant.”

You tossed him a ‘you’re on’ look and shook hand, closing the deal. Now all that either one could do was wait it out until the end of the week.

~*~*~ Week Skip~*~*~

The end of the week was here. Still you had heard nothing from the student helper or the teacher. As the day drew to an end, you decided to go and approach the glee teacher yourself.  Your heart was racing and your palms were slightly damp. Your breath became quick with pants as you reached for the band room.
For a moment you decided to turn around just call it off, sing in front of the restaurant and go on with life, but you just had to know for sure. With your own ears you had to hear it for yourself and for your sanity. You inhale deeply and exhale long and smooth. After taking a few more deep breaths you move ahead and knock on the teacher’s office door. It took a few moments before he answered, but he still answered none the less.

“Can I help you Ms. (l/n).”

You swallowed hard and attempted to regain your train of thought. At this moment he seemed stressed out, tired, and angered.

“You see, Mr. (his l/n) I was wondering if I had made it onto the glee team. I auditioned…”

He slammed his hands on his desk.

“Really, you auditioned? When, please enlighten me. Re-jog my memory will you, when did you audition because when you were called upon yesterday for final decisions you never showed up.”
“But, sir, I was told, I would hear from you or the…”

“you were told to wait for me or the student helper to come to you correct? Well, I hate to be the barrier of bad news Ms. (l/n) but you should know very well by now that you are to report to me ASAP. This is after you do anything with a temporary replacement or student teacher for your final result.”

He look was cold, and unsympathetic.

“Ms. (l/n) I’m sorry to say but you have not made it into the Glee group. There shall be no more further discussion on the matter. I wish a good weekend and I will see you in class on Monday.”

He closed his door, locked it shut, and exited the building. You stood there frozen, unsure about what to do next. The next moments you made were subconscious, they were not actions that you would do willingly but given the current situation you gave in. You fell backwards leaning against the wall and allowed yourself to slip further until your bottom at made contact with the floor. From there, you placed your head down on your knees, wrapped your arms around them, and quietly cried.
At first it was only a few trickles, which was manageable, but in seconds flat they become heavy and your quite whimpers became full-fledged sobs. You thought about how embarrassing this was, how stupid this made you look. How everything seemed to be crumbling down on you in just in instant.  Through the tears and weeping you manged you make your voice audible even if only for a few seconds.

“What the hell, I was so stupid to go with boy said. I was so… so…”

“You were only doing what you were told to do.”

Your head shot up quicker than the dry tree on fire. You needed a moment to adjust to the lighting and spinning world.

“Hey, (f/n) don’t look so down.”

It was Alfred. You could ponder why he was here, why had he not just driven off but all you did was reach out to your closest friend with arms and beg for him to comfort you. You felt like a small child again just wanting to be healed by the arms of a loved one.

He got on the floor and brought you into a tight embrace. He had heard everything that had gone down just moments ago. The way you were spoken to was uncalled for by the teacher, aggravated or not, and the way that snot nose punk had tricked you into trusting him and giving him the benefit of the doubt that he would do what he said. It sickened him. Yes it would have been similar if it was someone else but it was different since this was his dearest friend that he was holding. This was his closest friend that he was watching cry.

This was the person who he cared so deeply for and she was hurt.

“You know I think I like you better out of glee club then in it.”

You looked toward him, eyes locking, a warm feeling rising to the surface. You wanted to ask him why but he already seemed to know what was going to be asked.

“Your voice is gift and , although it’s selfish, I don’t really want you sharing it with anyone but me.  I want to be the one you sing too, the one who you come to for anything and everything. I want to be your first and only. (f/n) I know it’s not fare for me to ask this of you but it’s what I feel.”

He smiled not his over the top grin, but a soft, comforting, and safe one. It was the one that caused you to melt with an excess of happiness, warmth, and love. You gave a week smile back.
He brought you closer, his lips touching your forehead, while his hand caressed your check. Alfred tilted your head upward and brushed his fingers over your eyes.

“(f/n) don’t cry, please. You know that sort of thing never really suited you in the first place.”

Your foreheads touched and in a brief second both sets of lips touched, it was shy and foreign at first, but soon became friendly familiar. The speed sped up slightly but it did not exceed past caring and loving. When you both finally brake, Alfred steps up first and grabs your hand.

“Come on (f/n), let’s go get that ice cream now.”