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Sick!America x Reader
You ran as fast as you could down the street to Alfred's house, surprised to see the door wide open. It was fucking freezing out. You lived in New Hampshire, where the summer is too hot and the winter is too cold. And it was winter. It was WAY too cold. -3 degrees Fahrenheit. And your best pal was sick! You, being you immortal self, couldn't get sick like the personifications could. You were the Grim Reaper.
Of course you had a human appearance, but still...
You entered Alfred's house with your big pot full of chicken soup. You slammed the door behind you, and went into Alfred's bedroom where he was resting peacefully in his superman sheets. You tapped his shoulder and he woke with a startled grunt.
"Oh, ______ McDeathy pants. Are you here to kill me, or feed me?" He asked, and you smiled a bit.
"Feed you. I have some chicken soup~" you said temptingly, and he sat straight up in bed. You placed the pot on his lap, and handed him a spoon. He eagerly began to eat the soup.
"So... What was your door open for?" You asked, and Alfred shrugged.
"Canadia went to go get me ice cream... I suppose he forgot." Alfred said, already finished with half of the soup. You laughed, and he groaned.
"What?" You asked, and he signed, finishing off the soup.
"I'm coooooold." He complained, you laughed, and pushed him onto the bed, covering him with his comfy Superhero blanket, and tucking him in. He smiled goofily at you, and you chuckled, shaking your head.
"Get some sleep, hero." You said, a small smile on your face. He took a while to get to sleep, but when he did he just looked so cute. You stood to leave, but a strong arm wrapped itself around your waist, pulling you onto the bed. Alfred snuggled into you, nuzzling his head into your neck. You felt him smile, and you relaxed, figuring he was sleeping. When his grip on your waist relaxed, you moved to stand up again, and he groaned, causing you to freeze. You sighed, slipping under the covers, and turned so you were facing him, a good foot away on the bed. His eyes were wide open.
"______... I'm coooold." He whined, and you sighed.
"If you let me up I could go get a blanket." He glared at you for a moment before rolling his eyes, and letting go of you. You sat up, about to turn around to clamber off the bed clumsily, but he grabbed you suddenly and cuddled you against him, pulling the covers up over his and your necks.
"Oh." You said, suddenly aware of how daft you were being.
"Yeah. I know you aren't used to human contact and stuff, but seriously, dude." He said, snuggling you against him even tighter for body warmth. You weren't even sure what love was, up until this point in time.
"Hey Alfie?" You asked, but you only got a light snore in return.
You could save your confession for another time.
You ran as fast as you could down the street to Alfred's house, surprised to see the door wide open. It was fucking freezing out. You lived in New Hampshire, where the summer is too hot and the winter is too cold. And it was winter. It was WAY too cold. -3 degrees Fahrenheit. And your best pal was sick! You, being you immortal self, couldn't get sick like the personifications could. You were the Grim Reaper.
Of course you had a human appearance, but still...
You entered Alfred's house with your big pot full of chicken soup. You slammed the door behind you, and went into Alfred's bedroom where he was resting peacefully in his superman sheets. You tapped his shoulder and he woke with a startled grunt.
"Oh, ______ McDeathy pants. Are you here to kill me, or feed me?" He asked, and you smiled a bit.
"Feed you. I have some chicken soup~" you said temptingly, and he sat straight up in bed. You placed the pot on his lap, and handed him a spoon. He eagerly began to eat the soup.
"So... What was your door open for?" You asked, and Alfred shrugged.
"Canadia went to go get me ice cream... I suppose he forgot." Alfred said, already finished with half of the soup. You laughed, and he groaned.
"What?" You asked, and he signed, finishing off the soup.
"I'm coooooold." He complained, you laughed, and pushed him onto the bed, covering him with his comfy Superhero blanket, and tucking him in. He smiled goofily at you, and you chuckled, shaking your head.
"Get some sleep, hero." You said, a small smile on your face. He took a while to get to sleep, but when he did he just looked so cute. You stood to leave, but a strong arm wrapped itself around your waist, pulling you onto the bed. Alfred snuggled into you, nuzzling his head into your neck. You felt him smile, and you relaxed, figuring he was sleeping. When his grip on your waist relaxed, you moved to stand up again, and he groaned, causing you to freeze. You sighed, slipping under the covers, and turned so you were facing him, a good foot away on the bed. His eyes were wide open.
"______... I'm coooold." He whined, and you sighed.
"If you let me up I could go get a blanket." He glared at you for a moment before rolling his eyes, and letting go of you. You sat up, about to turn around to clamber off the bed clumsily, but he grabbed you suddenly and cuddled you against him, pulling the covers up over his and your necks.
"Oh." You said, suddenly aware of how daft you were being.
"Yeah. I know you aren't used to human contact and stuff, but seriously, dude." He said, snuggling you against him even tighter for body warmth. You weren't even sure what love was, up until this point in time.
"Hey Alfie?" You asked, but you only got a light snore in return.
You could save your confession for another time.
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America x Reader - Bandages
Bandages
Smack!
"Ow, shit, fucking dammit!" You cried as you smacked into the cupboard door your boyfriend had accidentally left open.
"____, babe? You okay?" Your boyfriend asked as he poked his head in from the living room.
"Yeah, my head just kind of hurts
" You muttered as you closed the cupboard and threw the blond man a small smile.
"Umm
Babe?" He began.
"Yes, Alfred?"
"Your forehead is bleeding
."
You quickly moved a hand up to your forehead and touched it, sure enough when you pulled your fingers away they were covered in the sticky red substance.
"Shit, do we have any bandages?" You asked as Al
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There you were, in bed with a 103 dergree fever and spring allergies…
What a wonderful combination
You would cough and make your throat raw and sore, which, in turn, making you gain a strep throat.
You groan hoarsly and lay back down on your bed to get some rest, which you havn’t gotten much of in the past two days.
You were about to close your eyes, and drift off into a nice peaceful sleep until,
buzz buzz
You groan and pick up your phone.
You had gotten a text from your best friend/crush/nextdoor neighbor, Lovino.
“Ragazza,
You not answering your fucking phone, why the hell is that? Better have a good answer
--Lo
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It was another long tortuous meeting today and just like any day, we got nothing accomplished. Everybody fought with each other (particularly Arthur and Francis) and no one agreed with anything the other had to say! A wonder why we even have these meetings at all! I am overly stressed out and I want nothing more than to go home so I'm just going to say my goodbyes and leave this stuffy place. While I pack my papers in my suitcase, I see Alfred doing the same. Alfred F. Jones, the loudest, most obnoxious person you'll ever meet was quietly packing his stuff. Notice I said quietly. He also didn't look so happy, he always had that goofy grin on
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I don't own Hetalia.
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Isnt he supposed to be dead? I mean Reader chan touched him.