Punk! EnglandxReader: American Idiot

"Rise and a shine-a (name)! It's-a time to get up!"
You heard you roomate Feliciano call, you were slightly annoyed having him wake you up at 8am on a Saturday, but the smell of breakfast lured you out of your cave of blankets.
Feliciano had been a childhood friend, but when you were about 8 you moved to the UK. Now, 10 years later, you ran into him again, and he is now living with you in your apartment.
"Alright Feli, hold your horses, I'm coming."
You call as you groggily get out of bed. You make your way to your dresser and grab your great britain flag tank top, your black leather jacket, and a pair of skinny jeans. You quickly got dressed, and sat on the edge of your bed, pulling on your high-heeled leather boots. Putting a quick brush through your hair, you stepped into the kitched, where Feli had everything prepared.
After breakfast your friend, and long time crush, Arthur Kirkland gave you a call. He was such a bad boy, and you were madly in love with him. He was calling to invite you to hang out with him and his younger brother Alfred. An invetation you quickly accepted. You waved good-bye to Italy and quickly headed put the door.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~le time skip~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You arrived at your favorie spot in the park, where you always met up with Arthur. You noticed him sitting with Alfred.
"Hey Iggy!"
"Oh, hello love." He smiled up at you, as did Alfred.
"She's not a dude, you bloody git."
You laughed softly, 'Same old Iggy,' you thought. His messy blond hair, his sparkling green eyes, dressed in torn jeans and a t-shirt that matched your tank-top. You smiled at the matching of your outfits.
You snapped out of your little moment at the sound of arguing. You noticed that the two brothers were will fighting. You quickly thought of a way to get rid of Alfred.
"Hey Alfy, if you head home and let me and Iggy hang out, I'll give you a kiss on the cheek."
Both boys stopped mid-scentence and stared at you. Iggy's face looked slightly hurt, and Alfred's looked like a kid in a candy store.
"A-alright (name)."
Alfred stood up and walked over to you, a light blush on his face. He bent down slightly so you could reach his cheek, and you placed a gentle kiss on it. His face turned the color of one of Toni's tomatoes, and he chuckled.
"The hero always gets a kiss from the damsel! See you guys later!" He turned and ran off.
You looked back at Iggy who looked even more hurt now. You looked slightly confused. Iggy didnt like you.... did he?
"Iggy, are you alright?"
"Y-yes love, come sit with me."
"Ok." You nodded and sat next to him on the bench. He looked worried.
There was a long akward silence before Iggy spoke up.
"(name), do you fancy Alfred?"
You stared at him for a momennt slightly shocked, the worry never left his eyes.
"Alfy? No, not past a friend that is."
"Oh, alright." He seemed to relax, you notice a smile pulling on the corners of his mouth.
You laughed softly and smiled over at him.
"What did you want to do today anyway Iggy?"
"Come to think of i it (name), I completely forgot."
You both laugh and Iggy looks at his watch.
"Oh my! Sorry love, I completely forgo about something else as well! I have to go I'm sorry."
"It's alright Iggy. I'll se you later." And with that, he took off.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~8pm that night~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You were youroom lisr room listening to (favorite band), when your phone rang. You turned the volume down and picked up.
"Hey Dude!" You heard the obnoxious American's voice.
"Hey Alfy."
"Dude, Iggy's band is totally having a concert tonight. Do you wanna... maybe like... go with me?"
"Uhmm..."
You thought about it, you were totally in love with Iggy... but didn't know if he liked you. Maybe going with Alfred would make him jealous! It's a perfect plan!
"Heeeeeellllooooo~? (Name).....? You there dude?"
"Yea, I'm here Alfy, and sure, I'd love to go with you."
"R-really? I'll pick you up in an hour! See ya then!"
"Bye!"
You both hung up, and you went you work. You had to look perfect to pull this plan off.
You grabbed your (f/c favorite band) tank-top, slipped your leather jacket back on, found a pair of black skinny jeans and put them on, along with your boots. Next was hair, you straightened it perfectly and put in a head band that had a big (same color as shirt) bow on it. You smiled, finally you needed to do make up. You put a thin coat of foundation on that made your skin sparkle, the black eyeliner and mascara. Finally a light coat of blush and a soft red in your lips.
"Perfect." You said aloud.
As if on cue you heard a knocking on your door. You opened it to reveal Alfy,pumped up and ready to go.
"Wow dude! You look awesome! Ready to go?"
"Thanks Alfy, and yea, I'm ready."
He grabbed your hand and lead you to his car and hopped in.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~le at the concert~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Alfy had gotten front row spots, which again was perfect, your plan was really working out.
Iggy was soon on stage, the first thing he did was notice the two of you and glare at his brother. He looked totally pissed, and grabbed the mic.
"This one goes out to the git, right there," he pointed at Alfy, "who's trying to steal my true love." He then pointed at you and a spot light came on you and Alfy.
A familiar song started to play and you laughed softly when you recognized it. Earning you some glares from fan girls. You shrugged them off and smiled as Iggy began to sing.
"Don't want to be an American idiot.
Don't want a nation under the new media
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mind fuck America.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Where everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.

Well maybe I'm the faggot America.
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda.
Now everybody do the propaganda.
And sing along to the age of paranoia.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Where everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.

Don't want to be an American idiot.
One nation controlled by the media.
Information age of hysteria.
It's calling out to idiot America.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Where everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue."
After the song Alfred was the one that was pissed. Iiggy smiled and put his hand out and you quickly took it. He pulled you up on stage and held one of your hands, the mic in the other.
"Love, I've wanted to tell you this for a while. I love you, I dont think any man could feel as deeply for you as I do."
With that he got down on one knee and smiled at you.
"(First and last name), will you marry me?"
You stared at him wide yed, not believing what he just said.
"I-Iggy... Yes! Ofcourse I will!"
Iggy dropped the mic and pulled you into a tight embrace and kissed you softly. Earning a thunderous applauce from the crowd mixed with 'awwww's!'
"I love you (name)."
"I love you too Iggy."