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How to say 'I Love You' [ America x Reader ]

I love you.

Those three words haunted you as you lied in your bed, your mind playing out any possible scenarios that might transpire once you've uttered them to your best friend/crush—Alfred Jones. The self-proclaimed 'hero', Alfred was probably the most lovable and funny person you had ever encountered.

He was super handsome, too... not that you'd ever say that out loud.

Banging your head against your pillow, you let out a strangled cry. "For Pete's sake, why is this keeping me up for so long?!"

You had been mulling over this for quite a while now, and your clock read 11:30 PM. At this rate, you were going to show up at A

America x Reader - ProjectAmerica x Reader - Project

"... Alfred F. Jones"

You blushed a crimson red color.You're heart was pounding lika a 808 drum.You're crush was you're partner. 'Mybe this won't be that bad afterall' you thought.

You look at Alfred. He had a grin. 'Wait! Is he blushing!?' you were confuesd. 'Does he like me'.

"The country you will present will be United States of America" The teacher said.

---------------------------------Time skip-------------------------------------

Geography class was over.Alfred came up to you, He touched you're sholder. You swear you almost fainted.

"Hey, (Name)!" He said happily "Were are we doing the project you're p

AmericaxReader - It's Only a GameAmericaxReader – It’s only a Game

“Don’t let her get away, don’t let her get away dammit!” He hissed to himself.

“Don’t let who get away?” She came up behind him wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him from behind, resting her own head on top of his.

“My guy in the game!” He frowned “I’m meant to be the kick ass awesome hero of the game that hunts for treasure all around the world and stops criminals of war or get this El Dorado thinger or find the city of sands or something! And my dude is like not doing his job in saving these chicks or his best frien

America x Reader:America x Reader: K-I-S-S-I-N-G

(Slight language)

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You were invited to another one of your friend Gilbert's pointless parties.

This particular party was quite different, though. It was being held on July 4, at 8:00: your best friend Alfred's birthday. You had noticed that he had been acting incredibly strange around you, and almost ignoring you. He responded to your paragraph-long text with "K."
You had figured that he was just having some off days, but those so-called "off days" had turned into "off weeks".

Before the party, you slipped into a black tank top and a pair of jeans. Your hair was in a

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Request for YourDearStalker

You gently pinched your lower lips between your teeth, staring at the door of the average looking house. Quietly, you tapped your knuckles against the soundproof wood of door. As you stood on the porch of the house, you nervously shifted your bag of gear on your shoulder.

Around you, the street was empty other than cars parked outside doors and the occasional lost person driving through as they attempted to find their destination. It was nerve-wrecking and the long silence was making you stress that you had come to the wrong house.

Staying completely silent for a moment

I'm with you: America

“Hey, dude, you need a ride?”

“No..I’m fine..” you reply, trying to make your voice cold so he would leave you alone.

“You don’t look fine-” You could hear him walk closer.

“I’m fine!” you snap, turning around to face him, you immediately feel guilty as his friendly blue eyes look hurt. “I-I’m sorry... I just...It’s been a bad night..”

“..boyfriend cheat on you?”

“How did you-”

“I looked the same way when my girlfriend cheated on me last year.. It really messed with me..” He looks down sadly.

“I’m so

America X Reader: Accidents HappenWarning: A little suggestive humor in the beginning.

Just a little.

"Gah! Faster Al! FASTER!!"

"Ugh, _____, this thing doesn't get any faster!"

"AGH!!" You two screamed in unison.

Liquid gushed evenly all over your rug. Shit. How will you clean that up?
"Noo!" You shrieked, while still having your eyes glued to the TV screen. "I told you not to bring the soda to the floor, and no-ow look!" You stretched out the word "Now" when you said it, to emphasize your point.
"Sorry! How would I know that would happen?!" hastily replied Alfred, while having his eyes also fastened to the TV & smashing buttons on his controller. You two were moderate

Hetalia: America x Reader: My American Valentine~It was free-time time in W. Academy, the teacher was out of the room dealing with other matters, and the BTT was flirting with your friends. Again.
"Hey! ____! Dude! Helloo?" America yelled at you, as if you didn't already feel his presence.
You put down your book, sighed and mumbled, "I was getting to the good part..." You then looked at America, "What's up?"
He grinned, "Dude, do you know what day it is today?"
"Yeah," You nodded, "it is the 14th of February. So?"
"You know... I thought maybe you would like to--"
"Oh!" You interrupted, "It's the second-last day before the school goes on holiday! Time goes by so quickly~!"
"Yeah, yeah it does, but I was kinda thinking if-"
"Oh my!! It's my relative's birthday today too! Thanks for reminding me Al~!"
"You're welcome, no, sorry, er, I was actually wondering--" But he soon stopped and stared at you while you took out your phone out to text your relative a happy birthday.
To be honest, you were quite sure of what day it was but you casual

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"Are you almost done up there, Alfred?" you called to your American friend, who was dressing into his costume upstairs.

"Almost done, _________! I just need to put on the jacket!" he calls back to you.

"Don't be too long, hero!" you teased.

"The Hero never procrastinates!" he shouted in response.

You rolled your eyes and giggled. Like you haven't heard him say that a million times before!

Alfred Jones had been your friend for as long as you could remember. You recalled the time when he had asked you for help on his math homework - at the time, he was having trouble with disjunctions - and you gladly obliged, sinc

America x Reader - Secret SuperheroSomething seemed wrong. Not 'bad' wrong…just…different. Work just called. Although it wasn’t yours…it was Alfred’s. Ah yes, Alfred, your fiancé as of two months ago, appeared to be skipping out on work every few days and it was starting to make you wonder, “What is he doing?” Of course, you and your female mind decided to think of the worst case scenario.
“Is he with another woman?! No…no he wouldn’t do that. Alfred’s such a nice guy.” But still, the thought refused to vacate your mind. Grabbing your car keys, you made a beeline for the garage.
~~~(10 minutes later)~~~
Driving towards Alfred’s work, you noticed something out of the corner of your eye. Something red, white, and blue was hanging closely to one of the many windows of the local children’s hospital…but it was not a flag. Some inner voice within you was telling you that Alfred could potentially be over there

America x Reader - I'm With the Hero -This is in WWIII~ Yes, World War Three.
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What did I do? No, seriously, what did I do to deserve this? I have an annoying American pilot in my house during a war—World War Three to be exact—and am barely holding onto my damaged sanity. Christ, this man’s going to be the death of me! Now, maybe you’re wondering, “Hey, why isn’t this ‘American pilot’ in some military base or something?” Well, the Americans actually had a pretty good idea this war. Pretty good, but still pretty stupid. No, actually, really

Little Things [America X Reader]

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(Name) groaned, closing and putting aside her laptop then rolling off of the couch and onto the wooden floor below her. "Only Allied powers can attend the meeting, well excluding flying mint bunny which doesn't exist," She mocked a northern English accent, placing her hands on her eyebrows. The (h/c) haired girl sighed as she glared at the plain white ceiling, waiting for her American boyfriend to get back from a meeting. (Name)'s boss didn't want the country to be part of the "Allied powers" just allies to all of them... Yeah, it was complicated. Now (Country) had the

[America x Reader] Playing HouseYour doorbell kept on ringing.

"I SAID WAIT A F*CKING MINUTE!" you shouted with irritation on your voice. You really hate impatient people plus you have a short temper and it seems someone is seriously making you flip the whole house upside down because of anger.

The doorbell kept on ringing anyway. NOW someone is really messing with you. You stomped your way angrily to the door and slammed it open.

"WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?!" you scowled. There stood an American with short dusty blond hair and baby blue eyes. Of course, it's Alfred F. Jones. You have been his friend for about 2 years now. You also developed feelings from him but you're good a

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   He was sitting on his own bed, gazing at the star scattered navy sky through the window, smiling at the atmosphere that’s out of reach. I stepped out of the shower while drying my hair; wore black boots, camouflage trousers and a white singlet. Oh, and that cute little round American flag printed necklace he gave me for my birthday. I sat on my own provided bed while throwing the towel in the laundry bag. I eyed him suspiciously because the America I knew was usually louder than the fireworks in Hong Kong during Christmas.
   “Look at that pretty sky.” America ushered. And so I did, I stared at it for a few seconds and furrowed my brows in frustration.
   “Yeah, it’s so pretty it’s like it’s mocking us. It’s just not fair, everything else is ugly down here while its so beautiful up there.”

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Today was your birthday, it was supposed to be one of the happiest days of your life, kinda. But today, you were feeling more worried than, happy.

Your boyfriend was acting strange. You glanced at Alfred out of the corner of your eye and frowned. He was fidgeting again, his clear blue eyes darting around.

"What's wrong Alfie?" Normal he laughed when he heard the nickname you had given him, not today. Instead, he jumped like someone had given him an electric shock.

"Um....stomach ache or something." He looked away from you, shoving his hands in his p

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America x Reader - Ready or not

by ~Nicky-Hetalia, Feb 18, 2013, 4:30:12 PM
Fan Art / Fan Fiction / General Fiction

WARNING PLEASE READ! - Yeah...this is some pretty crap writing ahead...and America is kinda OOC and I've probably made a ton of mistakes...and you kinda get the idea....Enjoy?

H-Hey H-Hey
H-H-Hey (H-Hey)
Oooooooooooooo

I'm the kinda girl who doesn't say a word,
Who sits at the curb and waits for the world
But I'm about to break out, about to break out
I'm like a crook tonight

You pretty much led a double life. By day you were probably the shyest girl in school and I asked anyone who went to the same school who _____ ______ was, they would give me a ‘WTF’ look and shake their head. But by night, you were a singing sensation who went by every club and gave a show stopping performance. And you went by the name of __(insert fake ‘stage name’ here)__. But at every performance a certain young man would be at the back, secretly admiring your singing – except you had begun to notice his regular appearance. And this guy was no other than Alfred F. Jones. And boy was he in for a surprise.

I caught you staring at me and I was thinking clearly
And now I'm like a bee and I'm huntin' for the honey
And I'm kinda shy but you're super fly yeah I could be your kryptonite

You walked into school, clutching an oversized textbook, relieved at the sight of your locker. You weaved through the growing crowd of students in the hallway and finally dumped the book into your locker.

Alfred P.O.V
I was just walking down the hall with my awesome mates, Matthias and Gil when I saw this girl. But I don’t think I’ve ever seen her before. But then she turned around. Those (e/c) eyes look so familiar.....and the (h/c).....Oh my god...It’s _(‘stage name’)_!

A P.O.V which I have no clue what it is called coz I’m that stupid
As you turned around to head to your first lesson, you noticed him. The guy that came to every performance. Why was he here? You didn’t know that he came to the same school as her!

Your P.O.V
Ohgod ohgod ohgod this is not good. Just keep your head down and he won’t notice! Shit _____ don’t frickin’ look up oh god...he saw you....well done _____......

Like ohh ohh ohh
Light my heart up baby like a matchstick
Ohh ohh ohh
And hit the gas quick

A P.O.V which I have no clue what it is called coz I’m that stupid – again
You started to panic, you didn’t think anyone would ever notice you – especially the most popular guy in school! You dashed of, praying that he wouldn’t follow you as the bell sounded. You were so glad, it was your favorite subject next – music. You walked into the music room and instantly felt at home.
The lesson went by a blur – which was unusual for you since you were always so into learning about music. But today you couldn’t stop thinking about that guy....what was that feeling? Na...You couldn’t have...could you? Could you actually dare to have a crush on the most popular guy in school? You shrugged of the feeling as the bell sounded. As the students piled out of the classroom, you stayed behind and wandered through the selection of musical instruments that were placed around the large room. You eventually picked up a guitar and strolled over to the microphone and instantly knew what song to sing as you started to strum the guitar.

“H-Hey H-Hey
H-H-Hey
Oooooooooooooo

I'm the kinda girl who doesn't say a word,
Who sits at the curb and waits for the world
But I'm about to break out, about to break out
I'm like a crook tonight

I caught you staring at me and I was thinking clearly
And now I'm like a bee and I'm huntin' for the honey
And I'm kinda shy but you're super fly yeah I could be your kryptonite

Like ohh ohh ohh
Light my heart up baby like a matchstick
Ohh ohh ohh
And hit the gas quick

Ready or not
Here I come
Where you at?
The night is young
In the crowd the music's loud but I will find you
Ready or not
Here I come
I like your face
Do you like my song?
Just sing it la la la la la la and I'll find you
Ready or not
Ready or not
He-“
“HAHA! YES! I knew it! It is you! Your _(‘stage name’)_!!!” Came the loud voice of no other, than Alfred.
“EEEK! Oh my god! W-w-who the hell are you? Some k-kind of stalker?!”
“Who cares!? Your _(‘stage name’)_!”
“Ummm I think you’ll find it’s _____.”
“What? _(‘stage name’)_ isn’t your name?”
“N-nope. It’s a stage name s-so it’s not so awkward for me.”
“Oh. Well I think you should sing the rest of the song.”
“Nu-uh. No way.”
“Pleeeeease? Pretty please? Pretty please with a cherry on top?”
“F-fine.
Hello my name is... (_____)
Nice to meet you
I think you're famous
Where have I seen you?
You'll be my William, I'll be your Kate
Livin' like a fairytale
We could have a palace right next to Oprah
37 cars and a yacht down in Boca
Take me away wherever you say
Yeah we could be setting sail

Like ohh ohh ohh
Light my heart up baby like a matchstick
Ohh ohh ohh
And hit the gas quick” By now, the awkwardness had gone, and you was singing like you was on stage at your nightly performances.

“Ready or not
Here I come
Where you at?
The night is young
In the crowd the music's loud but I will find you
Ready or not
Here I come
I like your face
Do you like my song?
Just sing it la la la la la la and I'll find you
Ready or not
Ready or not, not
Ready or not here I come here I come
You're like a breath of fresh air in my lungs
You and me dance from the night to the dawn
Ready or not here I come boy it's on

Ready or not here I come here I come
You're like a breath of fresh air in my lungs
You and me dance from the night to the dawn
Ready or not here I come boy it's on

Ready or not
Here I come
Where you at?
The night is young
In the crowd the music's loud but I will find you
Ready or not
Here I come
I like your face
Do you like my song?
Just sing it la la la la la la and I'll find you

Ready or not
Ready or not
Ready or not
Ready or not
Ready or not
Ready or not
Boombada Boombada Boombada
Ready or not!” you put away the guitar after setting the mic down on the stand.
“So you like my face?!”
“W-what?!....oh...*Facepalm* It’s part of the song, stupid.”
“Well your face is pretty cute when you’re embarrassed~”
By now your face was a worryingly bright shade of red which Alfred though was pretty adorable.
“W-what? You think I’m c-cute?”
“Yeah especially when you stutter~”
Gathering up all your courage (you didn’t have much if you hadn’t already guessed), you smirked at him.
“Well you’re pretty darn cute if I don’t say so myself~”
Now it was his time to blush.

~~Awkward time skip....~~
“Soooo.....that was....awkward...” Alfred said after a very long silence between the two of you.
“Y-yeah....”
“Well I’m starving, wanna go to McDonalds?”
“S-sure.”

And that’s pretty much how you and Alfie got together. And boy did you make the cheerleading squad jealous when you walked into school and he practically announced that you were his girlfriend.

~~Time skip to when you’re older~~
“Bye mom~! Bye dad~!” _(daughter’s name)_ called, waving for what seemed like the hundredth time.
“Awww, my baby is all grown up and goin’ to high school.” Al smiled, joining you next to the window.
“Yeah.....” You agreed, a small wave of nostalgia hitting you.
“She’s totally gonna be popular like me~!”
“I guess....but as long as she doesn’t have your brains then it’s all good~” You scoffed.
“HEY! What’s that supposed to mean!?!?!”
And so that’s why Arthur found Alfred chasing you around the house when he came to say hi.

America x Reader - Ready or notby ~Nicky-Hetalia

Fan Art / Fan Fiction / General Fiction

So yeah...pretty much what the 'warning' at the top said....
The song is by Bridgit Mendler and I can't get it out of my head lately so I decided to make a reader insert about it.

Don't hate this pleeeease~

America belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya
The song belongs to Bridgit Mendler
The story belongs to me (unfortunatly)
And you belong to you.....or maybe russia....