International (Hetalia fanfic)

Meeting the Hero, America!

Chapter

2

Meeting the Hero, America!

So... I am an idiot, as if you haven't already guessed that. Since I was late to my 5th interview, this month, they said not to bother coming back for another. So, now I Am unemployed and nearly homeless, I haven't paid rent yet and they want it soon. Just great.

I was walking around the corner, not even knowing where I was (it was a huge building), and I ran into someone, falling to the ground for the 2nd time today.

"Ow..." I muttered rubbing the elbow that I fell on.

"Oh, hey, are you the gal I hit with the door earlier?" America knelt down to ask me while I was on the floor. He was still as sexy as ever, but, I couldn't shake the feeling that he looked familiar, oh well, and me, being the totally awesome and attractive person I am, started stuttering, blushing, and mentally face-palming my self, all at the same time.

"O-oh, u-uh, yeah... T-that was m-me..." I managed to stutter out despite my huge blush

"Yeah... I am sorry about that" he stood up and reached out his hand to help me up. I, a little less than gracefully, accepted his offer of help.

"T-thanks" I stood up and brushed the non-existent dirt off my dress skirt, god how I hated the accursed thing, I couldn't wait to walk home and put on my ripped jeans, those were so comfy...

"Uh... Why are you staring at me..." America asked, clearly uncomfortable.

"S-sorry, I d-didn't realize I w-was staring..." I quickly looked a way and stated walking to find the exit

"Dang-it, where in gods name is the bloody door" I muttered under my breath.

America heard this and ran to catch up with me as I was turning, yet another, corner.

"Hey, if you needed help, all ya had to to was ask." He said walking next to me now and beaming a breath taking smile at me, " I would be more than happy to help ya dude."

"T-thanks" I whispered while looking away to hide my growing blush.

America turned toward me with a look of concern, "You ok? You face is really red."

I flushed another shade darker, "I-I'm j-j-just fine..." Again, I went another shade darker. Is it even possible to be this embarrassed/nervous?

"You look sick to me" he stated. Then, I saw a light bulb go off in his head. "I know what to do!" He proclaimed loudly

"W-wh-" my question was cut off by him grabbing my hand and dragging me out the door, he apparently thought was so easy to find. Why wasn't I able to find it that easily? Farther more, why am I Letting him, a complete stranger, drag me out the door to his car?

He ran up to the coolest car in the whole lot, it was blue Ford F-150 Raptor A.K.A. my dream car

"Is this yours!?!?!?" I asked still thinking about how he was a stranger dragging me to his bad-ass car. I will play along for now, mostly cause am bored and it is better than going back to my apartment to pack.

"Yeah, it's mine. It's a piece of junk though" he said rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

I pretended to be hurt, "Junk?!?!? How dare you!!! This car is beautiful! I would kill for this kind of car!"

"Wanna drive?" He asked

"Are you serious?" I asked, a little curious to why my 'kidnapper' would let me drive...

"Why not? It IS my car after all, I decide who gets to drive it" he tossed me the keys with I caught (dropped) with my awesome hand eye coordination. We got in the car and I put the keys in the ignition.

"Let's do this!" I said, while putting on some sunglasses I found hanging from the sun visor. I felt like a total gangster. I started driving out of the lot, he told me where to go and which turns to take. We ended up at a McDonalds.

"Yum, I love McDonald's food!" I exclaimed when I noticed where we were. America looked at me with a huge smile.

"Me too!" He said, the warm smile never leaving his face.

I parked the car and we walked in, I let him order for me, mostly cause I don't come here that often anymore, so, I forgot what was on the menu. I found a decent enough table to sit at and I waited for America to one back with our food.

It didn't take a long time before I saw America coming back with a comedically large tray of Big Macs. He already had a burger in us mouth when he sat down across from me.

"Think you got enough food here America?" I asked while stifling a laugh.

He looked at me "First of all, don't call me America in public, call me Alfred," he thought about it for a second, while I was thinking why his name sounded to familiar "or call me Alfred the hero, which ever you prefer" that time I did laugh, sorry, but, that just seemed funny to me.

I pretended to think about it for a second, "how about... I'll just call you Al, that ok with you?"

"Perfect" he said through a mouth full of hamburgers.

"So, Al, why was everyone in that conference you were in earlier calling themselves Countries?" I asked with genuine curiosity, and a mouth full of burger, I know, I know, not the most lay-like thing to do, but, I don't care.

"Can you keep a secret?" He whispered

I pretended to zip my lips closed and lock them.

"We called ourselves countries, because we ARE countries" he said as if it was the most simplest thing in the world.

I let that sink in for a second, then, it hit me, the reason why he sounded/looked familiar, the reason why I know his name... He was America from Hetalia! A anime a used to watch when I was younger! Omg omg omg, is this for real!?!?!? He is actually Alfred F. Jones from an ANIME?!?!? If he us real,then that means...

"ALL THE OTHER COUNTRIES ARE REAL TOO!!!" I finished my thought out loud, receiving a few 'WTF' looks in my direction, but, I didn't care, the characters from my favorite anime were real! This is, in the words of Prussia, AWESOME!

A/N

sorry for the crappy chapter, I didn't know how to end it, it will get better as I get used to using and writing on wattpad comment and rate please =D