Come Back (America x Reader)

Chapter 3 (Age 8)

Sorry about the short chapters... Again, it will get longer and more detailed when they get older. Enjoy:)

3 years later~
"Mom!" You yell as you run down the stairs. "I'm going outside!"
"Okay!" She yells back from another room.
You quickly pull your hair into a messy ponytail and run out the front door. You cross the street, going into Alfred's backyard and into the woods. You can't find him anywhere.
"A-Alfred?" You call for him, but there's no answer. You run up to the treehouse. "Alfred?"
Suddenly you are pushed down by someone, and pinned to the ground. You hear an annoying laugh that could only belong to one person;
"Alfred!" You try to push him off, but he continues to laugh. You grunt in pain, and start fake-crying.
He stops laughing. "(Y/n)? Are you okay?" He gets off you quickly, and helps you up.
You sniffle. "Yeah, I'm-" You tackle him.
"Hey! No fair." He pulls you off of him, and gets up, sprinting towards the tree house.
"H-hey!" You get up too, and run after him.
He starts to climb and so do you. "Slow down! You're gonna fall!" You scream at him, temporarily stopping.
And sure enough, he does.
He loses his footing on the old rope ladder, and comes tumbling down, hitting a few branches along the way.
You reach your hand out to grab hold of him, but it doesn't do much.
You wince as you hear a sickening, "thud", as he hits the ground. After calling out his name, and him not answering, you realize that something is off. You quickly step down from the raggedy rope ladder, and hop onto the ground beside your friend. You sit down, and shake him. "Alfred?? Are you okay?"
No answer. You look him over, and see his arm twisted at an odd angle, and go see his glasses completely shattered. His face is flat on the ground. You shake him again, even though you know it's not going to help. "Alfred!"
You hear him mutter something, and he opens his eyes. "(Y/n)? What happened?"
You smile. "You fell. I told you you would."
He gets up, his arm hanging limp at his side, and without glasses. He smiles. "You're blurry."
You smile too, and look down at his arm. "Y-your arm..."
He looks down too. "Oh. Um-" He tries to move it with his other arm, and pulls it away fast. "Ow! Oh my god, I think it's broken..." He frowns.
"C'mon, my mom'll take you to the hospital." You grab his (good) hand and start to walk, but he pulls back. "What??"
He looks down. "My brother's gonna kill me!" He rips away his hand, and runs deeper into the woods, holding his arm in place.