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Nantucket. - America x Reader.

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Meeting Alfred F. Jones for the first time was quite the thing.

His interesting personality; jaunty, obnoxious and definitely loud was a great factor.

With his cowlick - Nantucket and glasses - Texas; it was already like America packed in one.

And for some odd reason, his friends did call him America. Why? You didn't know.

Yet.

...

Alfred came rushing into your room one morning after a short sleepover, as he was begging you to watch horror movies with him - but it all ended badly, with Alfred literally on you, about to wet his pants from his level of fright.

"(Name)!" You heard him yell over the top of his lungs.

"What is it, Al?" You sat up in your bed, pushing your pillow against your bed.

"Want to watch another movie?"

"Not a horror one. I don't need you pouncing on me." Alfred let out a sheepish laugh, rubbing the back of his head.

"Romance then! I know you girls love those things!" You were about to deny as Alfred pulled you out onto the sofa.

No choice.

The movie started to roll as Alfred push the disc in, plopping down on the couch - his head on your lap. You began to pat his head, and rubbing his Nantucket without noticing.

You heard a groan from the American as your eyes shifted to look at him.

"(N-Name)..." You heard him moan out your name. "S-Stop..." You didn't obey as you tugged slightly at his Nantucket, curious of the outcome.

You heard him moan loudly as he bolted upright.

"A-Alfred...?" You scratched the back of your head as he looked away, red splattered on his cheeks.

It wasn't long before Alfred pinned you down on the sofa. You looked into his baby blue eyes. They were clear as the ocean could be, gleaming into your own. His glasses still tucked on his gorgeous face; it was surprising he still didn't have a girlfriend.

"It's been so long that someone has made me feel that way," Alfred began to nip at your neck, making you moan. "God, I love you."

You shoved his face away.

"You don't love me, do you?"

"I do," you sigh. "I love you too."

You pushed him down onto the sofa, changing position and leaned down to kiss him.
:> I had to. I had to.

Don't hit me.

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America (c) :iconhimaruyaplz:
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