I'm Your HERO ~ America x Reader - Chapter 2

I’m pretty sure no one reads the descriptions, which is pretty unfortunate…Anyways, I’m hoping it can be more ship-like in the future, but I’m stuck in the relationship development stage right now… I apologize if you want fluff, I will give it to you when I’m ready. @.@

Chapter One

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You awoke the next morning in an awful mood. You hadn’t gotten much sleep the previous night due to nightmares of that stupid horror movie America made you watch. Unfortunately, each time you woke, you were instantly dragged back into Slumberland because of how tired you were.

You sat up, rubbing your eyes. You got little sleep, but just enough to function for the next few hours. You missed the big thing of warmth from the night before, whatever it was. But it was gone now. You sighed and blinked. As the room came into focus in your dreary, morning vision, you saw a grey…thing staring at you with big red eyes...or something. It stared back at you for a few moments before a single word was uttered from its mouth.

“F$king.”

“Eek!” you screeched and you reached out to smack it. “It cursed, it cursed at me! What is it?!”

“F$king!” it cried pitifully as it tumbled backwards. It sat up and rubbed its head with a stringy arm. “B***h,” it said this time.

“How dare you?!” you fumed at the little monster. “I’ll teach you to curse at me! Let me wash out that ugly little mouth of yours, you son-”

“‘Sup, Tony! What’s the haps?” A familiar voice interrupted you, stopping you from saying a cuss word yourself.

“America!” you gasped, falling back onto the couch. “This freaky, stupid little thing was cussing at me so I gave it a good smack. Serves you right,” you said, directing that last part to the creature.

“F$k!” the so-called “Tony” protested.

“Naw, don’t mind him,” America laughed. “He doesn’t know how to say anything but profanities.”

“Why would you have that sort of thing in your house?” You recoiled at the part about saying nothing but profanities.

“Oh, I found him in Texas! He’s a real alien! Ahahahahahaha!” He sighed. “Okay, Tony, mind leaving me and Miss _________ alone?”

“S@%t,” Tony replied as he walked off.

“See ya, little dude!” he called after the grey alien. He laughed and sat down next to you on the couch. “How well did you sleep last night?” he asked. “Don’t try to lie, I was watching you. Ahahaha, I’m just kidding!” he added as he saw the weird look you gave him.

“Fine,” you replied tartly, throwing a blanket that had not been there the night before aside. America probably put it there after you had fallen deeply asleep.

“You don’t sound like it.”

“...”

A few seconds of silence elapsed.

“I’m going to get something to eat,” you said in a gentler voice. You stood up and as you tried to step forward, you nearly fell as you ran into a leg of the table.

“Hey, be careful,” America warned, catching you and sitting you back down.

Immediately your hand flew up to your face. “...Where are my glasses?” you demanded. In the early morning, your vision was awful either way, but you really needed your glasses to see.

“Here they are,” he replied, handing them to you. You slipped them back on and America’s face came into clearer focus. You were startled at the concern you saw in his deep blue eyes: you never thought he could be so serious - he always seemed to be out of control and too child-like. You turned away, blushing.

“I’m going to actually get breakfast now. I’m hungry.”

“Uhm, okay…” America blinked slowly, then followed you to the kitchen. You poked around in his refrigerator and pantry and took out some stuff. You had a lovely breakfast cooked up in no time, being the amazing chef you were.

“Oh, wow! That looks so good!” America exclaimed, eyeing the food you had whipped up.

“It’s nothing, just a little something I remembered from my cookbook at home,” you admitted sheepishly.

“Well, it looks delicious!” America squealed. “Can I have some? Please? Pleaaassseee?”

“Okay, okay, fine,” you said. “But your freaky alien friend can’t have any.”

From the other room, you could hear the whining complaint of “F$king!”

“Shut up, you!” you screeched.

“Hey, hey, calm down!” America laughed. “He’s like that all the time.”

“Fine, whatever,” you muttered, throwing some stuff into the sink with a loud clatter. “See if I care,” you added darkly.

“So, what’re your plans for today?” America asked, shoveling the tasty food into his mouth.

“Uhm, not that I know of…” you replied after thinking for a moment. “Actually, I kinda want to get back to my house. I might have some important things I’ll need for the rest of the day.”

“I’ll take you there,” America said smoothly, flipping his blonde locks back out of his eyes and putting his stuff in the sink.

“Are you sure…?” you asked, pausing for a moment.

“I’m certain.” He beamed a smile at you. “I’ll go get my things. Be right back!”

“Oh, uh…”

He raced up the stairs then reappeared moments later. Somehow the boy had changed quickly and fix his mussed-up hair a little in the space of a few moments. “I left some clothes for you on the bed up there,” America said nonchalantly as he went to the sink and turned on the faucet. “They were from when Miss Hungary visited a few months ago when she and Mr. Austria had to stay over for vacation. Yeah, yeah, I know they’re part of the Axis, but they were still my friends from another time…”

“I think I’ll go and change, then,” you said slowly, blinking. You wondered how he seemingly stayed so organized when he didn’t seem like it. You sighed and pulled on a (f/c) t-shirt, wondering how he knew what it was when you had only known him for...not even a day, probably. You fixed your hair in (choice of hairstyle) and went back downstairs.

“You ready? Let’s go!” America shouted excitedly. “I can’t wait to check out your place!”

“It’s nothing exciting, really,” you started.

“Well, it’ll be exciting for me! Hurry up, what’re you standing there for?!” he ran out the door, which swung on its hinges slowly when it didn’t shut properly.

“W-well, if you’re gonna be like that, then wait for me!” you cried, running out after him, shutting the door to his house properly.

He waited in the car - surprise, surprise - but it was very obvious he was having a hard time to contain his excitement. “Alright, we good?” He pulled out of the driveway and paused for a moment. “Uhm...yeah, where did you say your house was again…?”

You facepalmed at his foolishness. “I didn’t tell you. Now, let me drive! No way am I going to tell you when you’re acting like this, we could get in trouble for speeding.”

“No! Tell me where it is!” America whined, refusing to give up the steering wheel.

“No!” you yelled back. “You’re gonna get us into an accident!”

“Am not!”

“Yes, you will!”

The argument lasted for a bit but then you two calmed down. After a moment of silence (and you staring out the window with a very serious look) America sighed and finally gave up. “Fine, you can drive...but I’m going to remember where it is you live because, well, this is my country after all!”

“Sure you will,” you said sarcastically, but deep inside you were just glad to be able to drive and not let the guy drive instead. Who knew what sort of trouble you could get into?

You took off down the road, going down a few streets as you tried to figure out where you were. “Uhm…” You couldn’t bring yourself to ask, but the look in your eyes told him for you.

“You don’t know where you’re going, do you?” America asked.

“Just tell me how to get onto (name of random highway),” you said with a sigh.

“Okay, well let’s see...you can start by making a left on this turn here…”

~~~

After some time, you successfully made it to your house. America had pretty much opened the door and jumped out of the car before you could park properly, let alone come to a complete stop. “Okay, okay, calm down,” you said as you flicked through the keyring and found the proper keys. The moment you got the doors unlocked he bounded into your house, marveling at everything and saying things like “Oh, this is so cool!” and “That looks awesome!”

“Really, this place isn’t the greatest,” you said with a laugh. “You house is a mansion compared to my place.”

“But it’s still cool,” America protested. “I knew every street in my country, but I don’t know what the inside of every house looks like. You live closer to me than I expected.”

“It’s still kinda far, though,” you muttered thinking back to the 20-30 minute drive you had to endure with him bouncing in the passenger seat like a small child.

“No way is this far!” America laughed. He calmed down and examined all the figurines and pottery work you had displayed in your living room. “Did you make these?” he asked, carefully picking up a cute little chibi character.

“Yes, I did,” you replied, blushing a little. “Would you like to see my studio?”

“Sure!” America chirped. “I didn’t know you were an artist!”

“I don’t get much time to work on my art anymore,” you said with a laugh, leading him down a set of stairs. “I have to go to those World Conferences all the time, now, and when I don’t do that, I have meetings at that World Conference place anyways.”

“That’s understandable,” America said with a shrug.

“So much work...just thinking about sitting at that office desk again makes me cringe.”

You pushed open a door and America rushed inside, excited. It was a very large room: several metal racks holding more figurines and pottery objects lined the walls; a shelf with several containers of paint was settled near the back next to a closet of sorts; a giant firing oven occupied the back corner, near an open window and a ventilation tube ran up the ceiling which would open out into the fresh air outside somewhere; the center of the room was mostly taken up by tables, and the floor was covered in a strange material, probably to not get the actual flooring dirty.

“Be careful,” you warned. “I’ve got some breakable stuff in there. And some expensive equipment that’s hard to replace. If you break it, you’re buying me a new one.”

“Sounds cool with me, hahahaha! By the way, it’s a little warm in here.”

“My oven’s cooling off,” you explained. “This room heats up a little when I’m firing some of my new creations, but thankfully there’s a vent nearby and this is my basement, so at least it keeps it kinda cool, especially in the summers.”

“I like this one,” America said suddenly, pointing to an eagle with its wings spread majestically, feather tips curling in a bit.

“He’s not done yet,” you laughed, pushing him away from the rack. “I still have to add details, then paint him and get him fired in the oven.

America frowned a bit but moved on. “Well, you have a pretty cool place. We should hang out together more often.”

“Sure, sounds good,” you replied after a moment. He started to head upstairs and out the door. “Hey, America…”

He paused and looked over his shoulder. “You can call me Alfred,” he replied, giving you a thumbs-up.

You blinked then smiled. “Okay, Alfred...yes, I think we should hang out more often. I have a feeling that we’ll be great friends...”