AmericaxReaderxPrussia At The Movies

“ALFRED!” you yelled as you walked through the parking lot with him and Gilbert. “We are not going to see Batman.”
“Aw, ________ why?” he whined.
“Because we all voted and it was two against one on Evil Dead, so we’re seeing that one,” you told him.
“But that’s supposed to be scary!”
“Zen grow some balls. Ve’re vatching it vezer you come viz us or not,” Gilbert spat.
Alfred winced and looked down in defeat, shoving his hands in his pockets. Gilbert smirked victoriously and you rolled your eyes at both of their’s childish behavior and entered the theatre. Each of you bought your tickets, concessions, and were on your way to the room showing Evil Dead. Once to your seats, the boys started up another pointless argument.
“I vant to sit next to _________!” Gilbert said.
“No! I didn’t get to see my movie, so the least you could do is let me sit next to ________!” Alfred argued.
You sighed and plopped down in the middle seat.
“Why don’t I sit in the middle so you cam BOTH sit next to me?” you suggested with an annoyed tone.
They looked at each other, then shrugged and sat down on either side of you. They linked arms with you and the movie started.
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Well, let’s just say you were the only one unfazed by all of the blood, gore, and detached body parts. You lost circulation in your arms they were holding on so tight. You were pretty sure they were shaking as they were walking out.
“That movie was not scary,” you said.
“J-ja, I t-totally agree. I-I need to use z-ze bazroom,” Gilbert stuttered and ran to the little baby boy’s room.
“And the Hero needs a milkshake!” Alfred exclaimed and you followed him back to the concession stand.
Soon, he was happily slurping loudly away at his chocolate milkshake. You began to wonder when Gilbert was going to come out. They took about 5 minutes to make the milkshake and he still wasn’t anywhere to be seen. He usually took like a 5 second pee and then he was out. Suddenly there was a flash of white and the sound of a milkshake being knocked out of a hand. You looked down and saw Alfred’s milkshake all over the floor. You looked up at Alfred who looked about ready to cry. Then you looked at Gilbert.
“Kesesese! Suck it losers!” he shouted while jogging backwards, running into the glass doors, then turned around and casually walked out like nothing even happened.
You turned back to Alfred. His lower lip was trembling and his eyes were watering as he looked solemnly down at his lost, beloved milkshake. Then he burst into tears and you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him, even though you knew it was a stupid reason to be crying. He cried into your arms for a few minutes and you were getting weird looks from people, so you led him outside. Gilbert was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.
“Aw, did I make ze klein Amerikan baby cry? Zats’ so sad,” he teased.
“Says the one who probably forgot what my car looked like. Again,” you spat and his pale cheeks turned a bright red.
“N-nein! I vas just waiting! For you to come out! Ja, zat’s it. I remember vat ze car looks like,” he argued. You cocked an eyebrow in disbelief.
“Oh really? What color is it then?” you asked. He rubbed the back of his neck.
“Um, (least f/c)?” he guessed.
“No. It’s a (f/c) (dream car). I told you that you didn’t remember what my car looked like.”
He grumbled and began walking to where he thought your car was. You and Alfred walked to where you knew your car was and hopped in. Gilbert stood and waited by the car that wasn’t yours, tapping his foot, when you drove by and honked at him. He jumped and you rolled down the window.
“Still the wrong car Gil,” you said and he cursed under his breath and got in the back seat.
You drove to the drive thru of a restaurant and ordered 3 milkshakes. Gilbert looked at you, obviously confused.
“We’re all getting milkshakes. And since you knocked Alfred’s out of his hand, you get to pay for  all 3 of them,” you told him.
“Vas? Nein! I von’t pay for anyone’s milkshake!” he said.
“Yes Gilbert. You will pay,” you growled, giving him the ‘do-it-or-else’ face.
He flinched back, then grudgingly took out his wallet and paid for all 3 milkshakes.
“Thank you Gilbert! You’re too kind,” you smiled.
“Ja, don’t mention it,” he grumbled and took the milkshake, crossing his arms. He took a sip. It was pretty good.
~~End~~