AmericaxReader Nutella

…your American friend Alfred.
“Hey ________! How are you doing?” he asked cheerfully, completely oblivious to the fact that you were holding a baseball bat.
You lowered the bat and set it back behind the door.
“What are you doing here Alfred?” you asked with an annoyed tone.
“I can’t just stop by to say hi to my favorite dudette?” he said, then laid eyes on your Nutella. “Woah…”
He walked into your house and picked it up. You slammed the door and ran to him to snatch your Nutella back, but he raised it up so you couldn’t reach it. You jumped and tried to climb him to get to it, but you failed miserably.
“Alfred, give me my Nutella right now,” you commanded.
He just laughed and continued to play keep-away with your precious Nutella.
“ALFRED FOSTER JONES GIVE IT NOW!” you screamed.
“Hey, you know what would go good with this? A hamburger!” he said and pulled out a random hamburger from his jacket.
“Wait, what?” you said.
He tipped the Nutella out onto the surface of the burger and spread it around. Once he was done, you snatched it away from him and stared at him as he took a bite of the burger. His eyes widened and his eyes began to water.
“This is the greatest thing I have ever tasted!” he cried and began sobbing, shoving the rest of the burger in his mouth. “Dude, you have to try this!”
“Erm…no. You’re weird,” you said.
He gave you the puppy dog eyes. You had found an antidote for that disease a long time ago. You turned and plopped down on your couch. He followed you and plopped down beside you.
“Hey, you know what else would go good with this?” he asked. You sighed.
“Do I really want to know? What?”
“Steak!”
“GET OUT!”
~~End~~