Hetalia Imagines |NSFW & SFW + MORE|

A Short "Meeting" : America x Fem!Reader

     You are just a 20 year old typical American woman that has dreamed of going to states that you haven't been to before. You tend to mind your business when traveling outside of your state and your country, but you can't always contain your excitement when traveling. But today, you have a meeting with the President of the United States for the first time, and you are clueless of why you are needed.

     It is 7 am, so you decide to take the bus instead of driving. You board the empty bus and walk to a seat close to the window, and stare down at your phone and sigh. "I barely got any sleep, I don't have anything professional to wear, and now I have a meeting with the President for something..." You look out the window and begin to day dream about the time you and your girl best friend joked about how America is all kinds of trouble, immature, energetic, treats the huge group as if they were his puppets, has a very adorable and cute brother, and how the guy is "said to be" horrible in bed. You are not much of a romantic lady and you have barely any experiences because some asshole of a guy had played you or completely taken away your ability to experience love. Your day dream was interrupted by the driver telling you that you are at your destination. You quickly grab your bag and thank the driver, and rush off of the bus.

     You walk a few blocks down until you find the place you are supposed to be. "At least I was not invited to the White House because it is getting some renovations," you said to yourself as you walk up to the door and knock on it. You look at your phone again and look at a text from your girl best friend, she looks like she is having fun on her Paris trip with her college class. She has been gone for a week. You send her a quick text back and put your phone away when the door swings open.


     You are greeted by a guy that seems to be either 19 years old or maybe 21, but he does look like he is 19, and you can already see that he stands at 5 feet 9 inches tall. He is wearing a tan suit, but you aren't wearing one, which doesn't really matter since the White House is getting renovations and everyone expects you to dress professionally if you have been invited there or if you've got a job there, but you're at a house and what you are wearing is good enough. He looks you up and down, and compliments you on your clothing. You're just wearing all black clothing because you were going through your old punk rock phase. 

| ( look up Hetalia Season 7 America & look for a tan suit ) |

"Your clothes look awesome!" he said with a big smile. It's like he is always happy, and you sometimes wish to be just as happy as he appears to be. "Britain told me about you! He told me your name, but I forgot," he chuckled nervously. For the first time in a few months, a guy actually compliments you and asks for your name. "I know it's rude for me to ask about your age, but it is kinda necessary to ask because I don't wanna be talking to a teenager and it is very illegal for me to talk to a teenager. I'm twenty one, my friends think I am nineteen, but I'm not nineteen," he added.


"Thank you, sir. My name is y/n. I'm twenty years old. And you mean Arthur? Is that his real name?" you asked him. "And what is yours?"


     The twenty one year old American man, or as Americans refer to him as the President, looked over your shoulder and waved at someone. He looks back down at you and welcomes you into his house. "That is his real name, yes."


"The name is Alfred F. Jones! Just call me Alfred!" he said with excitement. He goes to sit down on the couch and you sit down on a chair across from him. "So," he began. "You are the new foreign agent for the allies?" he asked.


     Your jaw dropped. "Oh, uhh... I think so. I'm also a music artist. I make music, too." you answered. "H-how did y-you know?" you asked nervously.


"Well, my brother and Arthur told me! You are the youngest American woman to graduate very early with such a degree! Arthur thought it would be a great idea to invite you over to my place while the White House is getting renovated!" he said with a smile. "You got any questions for me?"


     You nod and try not to look frightened. "Well, uhh... What type of position are you gonna put me in?"


"Since you're young, I will not send you to a dangerous country like... I wouldn't really say Russia, but he can be a bit... Suspicious of random foreigners like you being sent into his territory uninvited..." Alfred said. "I wouldn't send you to a country like Belarus. Russia is scared of her. Your safety is our concern."


     You are being hired as a spy and a foreign language translator. "So... You're hiring me to be a spy and a foreign language translator?" you asked.


     Alfred nodded and his smile faded. "Yes. You'll be with me and the allies at every meeting and every trip that we take. You know how we are. We need a translator to tell us what a non-English speaker is saying."


"Are you going to an ally conference right now or-" you take a moment to think.


"Not right this minute. And you're coming with me. Remember what I told you?"


"Then who were you waving at earlier?" you asked.


"I was waving at my brother, Canada. Matthew is his real name. He is attending the conference today as well. The conference is at six and it is being held in France this time."


     You sigh. "You got anything to eat?" you asked.


     Alfred nods and shows you that France had made something sometime around midnight. "You like French food by any chance?" he asked.


"I sure do! It's better than British food to be honest. Well... Some anyway."


     He chuckled and carefully placed the food in the microwave. He takes off his coat and sets it on a coat rack beside the door. He watches you walk to the kitchen and take out the food, and pour some water into a glass. You didn't eat this morning, so this will fill your stomach. Your mother is French and your father is American, but they are both great at cooking. They know that you are privately meeting with the twenty one year old President, so they aren't too worried. You've been cooped up in your room since your best friend had left to go with her college class for a trip to Paris, so you've been alone for what it feels like a month and it has only been a week. At least your best friend will be in France for a month and you'll be able to see her.


     You finished eating and carefully set the plate beside a pile of unorganized cups. You walk back into the room where Alfred was sitting and you don't see him. "Uhh. Mister Jones? Where are y-" your sentence was interrupted by your wrists being grabbed and put above your head.


"Mister Jones?! What are you d-" Alfred covers your mouth with his right hand and whispers in your ear.


"I could see that you looked lonely while you were talkin' to me. I think I can fix that. ~" he smirked. "Now, keep your voice down. I don't want my brother hearing us."


     He picks you up and carries you to his bedroom. Your heart is racing and you're trying to hold back tears. You let out a whimper.


     Alfred's blue eyes looked dark as you looked at his eyes. The look in his eyes changed, and his expression softened. "Oh, shit. I'm sorry! I didn't know what got into me!"


     "S-sir... You caught me by surprise and scared me... I didn't think a guy would do that to me considering the fact that guys who did that had hurt me when they'd slam me against a wall. I hate to admit it, but I... Kinda liked what you just did," you were blushing as bright as a tomato.


     Alfred smiled a little and felt comforted by your voice, including how you spoke to him. He always got yelled at by his father, Arthur. Alfred possesses some of France's romantic traits. France always likes catching a lady or a man by surprise, but mostly the women. He is always gentle with the women. You swear he is Bi-romantic and he obviously experiences sexual attraction, but you don't want to assume and you should never assume something like that. France gets all the b*tches and he enjoys the attention. Alfred is being rough with you right now and that really says something about him.


"Did I scare you? Did I hurt you? Did I-" you put your index finger on his lips to shush him for a moment. You shook your head "no". He took the head shaking as a "yes" that he didn't scare you and he didn't hurt you. "So... You're okay with me being r-rough with you? What if I do hurt you? I promise that I'll be gentle!" Alfred told you. You smiled a little bit and he just stared down at you. You are 5 feet 2 inches tall. "You're short," he told you. You rolled your eyes. His expression went back to what it was before and he grabbed your hands, leading you to his bed. It is has the American Eagle on the covers and music is playing in the background.


"You listen to my shitty music?" you asked.


"Your music is awesome! You are a punk rock artist! I love punk rock artists!"


     That is the first time someone has said that your music is awesome, and truly means it because he has your face almost everywhere on his wall! While that distracts you, he is taking off his white button up shirt and his tie, throwing it to the side. He puts on a jacket with a star on it (which was for the first 100 people who bought it before the first show started) that you and your band mates had released last year when you first went on tour to Washington, DC. When you turn back around to look at Alfred, your face lights up and you cover it. He is HOT! Your best friend was right!


He smirks. "You like what you see, baby? ~" he whispered in your ear.



     You walk backwards until you fall on to the bed behind you. Alfred crawls on top of you and takes in your beautiful body. He lowers his body on to yours a little bit and starts kissing your neck softly. You still have every single piece of your own clothes on, but he takes care of that for you. You gasped when he found your sweet spot and you felt his right hand move to the zipper of your black ripped jeans. When he gets it fully unzipped, he slowly moves his hand to your warm panties and begins to rub. While he is doing that, he moves from your neck to your lips, kissing your lips softly and waiting for you to kiss back.



     Alfred notices that your eyes are shut and you are obviously nervous about what he is going to do next. He takes his right hand out of your pants and wraps his arms around your shaking body, and pulls you closer to his body, kisses your forehead. He begins to hum a little tune and he begins to softly sing, his voice is absolutely beautiful and it begins to calm you down. You take a moment to process the lyrics he is singing. He is singing lyrics from "She Looks So Perfect".


"You look so perfect standing there
In my American Apparel underwear
And I know now, that I'm so down
Your lipstick stain is a work of art
I got your name tattooed in an arrow heart
And I know now, that I'm so down"



You shed a tear because you never heard a guy sing to you before. You start singing along to it since you know the song so well.