Alfred wasn't the best Omega in the world. He was strong, powerful, loud, and nothing like the meek quiet things that Hollywood often projected. He could easily take care of himself! His muscles and large stature spoke for that well enough, but despite all his non-comformity regarding his second gender, Alfred still indulged in his instincts from time-to-time.

So, here he was, on the ground, inspecting his nest as he nudges aside a pillow to shove his mate's shirt in the leftover crevasse. His nest wasn't particularly large, it was..small, but big enough to fit two people in it, and thats all the American nation needed. Alfred was actually rather proud of himself, as he glanced over the pile of shirts, blankets and pillows that filled the floor of his walk-in closet.

It was really only missing one thing now, his mate's scent. While his mate's shirts and undergarments did good to maintain the idea of his mate having been in the nest at some point, Alfred still wanted the actual thing nestled comfortably in his nest.

The omega pouts slightly, his eyes glancing over the scene one last time, before clambering into the warm collection of blankets and snuggling in. He shoves his face right into his mate's nightshirt, basking in the familiar scent as he waited.

And waited...

And...waited.

"Okay, this is getting ridiculous." Grumbles Alfred as he looks at the clock, it was dark now and the damn thing read as 10pm. The omega wiggles around in his nest, reluctantly letting go of the shirt he was clinging to, in favor of grabbing his phone, and dialing the number of his lover.

"Hey! Where are you? Its ten and I made a super awesome heroic nest for us." He whines into the microphone, ignoring the fact that the noise wasn't very heroic of him in the first place. He didnt care, not when he was talking to his lover, the light of his life, his heart and soul-

Alfred was getting a little catried away, but he loved his mate alot okay!? Dont judge him.