Hetalia x Male!Reader

America x Male!Reader: Foot-baller

A/N: Sorry for the punning title. xD Just so you English guys know, America plays American football. Not english football/soccer. I'm English, so I want to write it as American Football, but I can't assume that Reader-Kun is, can I? One more thing: I love stories where America is kinda chubby and nerdy and stuff, but that wouldn't make sense here, since he's a serious football player. So I might write another separate x America chapter, where America is a huge video game nerd who doesn't work out so much. Anyway, enjoy!

You and your friend Matthew were walking towards your school's football pitch, even though school had finished for the week.

"Wait, Mattie, so what's happening again?" You asked. No matter how many times you said it to him, he always seemed to dance around the subject.

"We're going to watch my brother's football game."

"Yeah, I know that part, but why are you taking me?"

"Well, actually... Because I think he has a crush on you, and I want you two to meet."

"Wait- what?!" You spluttered. "He likes me?! But I've never met him..."

Your friend shrugged. "Love works in mysterious ways, _____."

"N-now I'm nervous... What if I don't like him? I don't want to hurt his feelings..."

"Don't worry. He can take it. And anyway, I really think you'll like him."

"Are you sure?"

Matthew nodded.

——-

About an hour later, the two of you were in the bleachers, watching the game. You didn't know much about football, so you just watched all the players, trying to guess which one was Matt's brother.

A tall, muscular guy ran past. He looked an awful lot like Matthew, but had darker hair in a ponytail. His eyes were also more purple and he had stubble. You figured he had to be Matthew's brother, despite how much scarier he looked.

After the game ended, Matthew told you to wait on a bench outside the entrance to the school's sports field while he went to get his brother from the locker rooms. You were nervous. The guy you had seen playing football seemed remorseless on the field, and you would be surprised if Mattie said he didn't smoke two packs of cigarettes a day.

"_____!" Matthew's soft voice called behind you.

You got up and started to turn around. "Ah! Hi, Ma-"

Your eyes landed on the tall, blonde boy he was with. And holy fucking hell. Your jaw hovered open and your heart started to race. This wasn't the scary guy from the field.

"Hey, dude! Matt's told me all about you." He held out his hand to shake.

"H-hi," You blurted out, reaching towards his hand. It was so soft, yet firm as he held yours tightly. You looked over all of him- his wheat blonde hair, messy with a cowlick sticking out, but somehow still perfect. His deep blue eyes, hidden by thin glasses. His muscular form, and his strong jawline, and his- oh God, his ass-

Suddenly, you realised you had forgotten to let go of his hand. Cursing internally, you dropped it, heat rushing to your cheeks.

"S-sorry," You muttered, unable to look away.

Matthew, smirking at the two of you, announced, "Alfred, this is _____. _____, this is Alfred."

Alfred smiled a winning smile. "Did you enjoy the game, _____?"

"Y-yes- But I don't know anything about f-football, really-"

"Well, I guess I'm gonna have to teach you sometime." He smacked your arm playfully, making your skin tingle.

"Do you guys want to go somewhere for lunch?" Matthew asked.

Alfred smiled with a sly expression. "Heck yeah I do..."

Matthew sighed fondly. "Are you good with McDonalds, _____?"

You nodded. You'd probably eat liquid (insert gross food here, I can't think of anything) if it meant spending time with the fucking hottest guy on the planet.

——-

The three of you sat in a booth, Matthew and Albert on one side and you opposite.

"I'll go order, okay?" Alfred said. Matthew handed him a few dollars and just as you were going to give him yours, he grinned. "Naw. I'll pay for you this time."

"What? No- Take it." You said.

He shook his head. "You're good, bro." And with that, he was gone.

Matthew turned to you. "So, what do you think?"

"Oh my god, Mattie, He's. So. Hot. Why didn't you tell me?!"

Matthew grinned. "I knew you'd like him. And what a gentlemen, paying for your McDonalds."

"Shut up!" You moaned. "No way he likes me. Did he SAY he likes me? 'Cause I don't believe it. At all."

"No, he didn't say, but I can tell. You wouldn't know, since you just met, but he's going all out to impress you."

"Really?"

"Mm-hm." Matthew said with a knowing look on his face.

Then, Alfred came back. Matthew looked up at him, not scooting over, so he shrugged and squished past, now directly opposite you.

"There ya go, Mattie." He passed Matthew his food. "And this one's yours, _____." He picked it up, purposefully making your fingers brush as you took it from him. You blushed, grinning despite yourself.

Matthew looked down at his phone, smirking to himself. "Sorry, guys, but I've got to go," he said, looking at you both. "I'll see you later."

"Byeee..." Alfred said, waving. You waved also as Matthew grabbed his food, still wrapped up.

"So, ______, dude, how's your lunch?"

"Um, g-great, thank you," you said. You couldn't bear having his eyes on you- you wanted to hide or run away.

"You cutie." He said, seemingly thinking you couldn't hear him. You looked away, blushing.

"Damn. Did I say that out loud?" Alfred laughed. You nodded, making him laugh harder. "What the hell. It's true. You know that, right?"

You leaned closer subconsciously, causing your knees to touch under the table. "N-naw. I'm not."

"Come on. Are you serious? Of course you're cute."

You looked away, taking a bite of your food.

Alfred snickered. "Dude, you got ketchup on you."

"What? I do?" You frantically tried to find and wipe it off. You were so embarrassed...

"Nope. Hey, come here." Seemingly without realising what he was doing, Alfred cradled your head in his hand and used his other hand to wipe off the ketchup.

You were so close now. You bit your lip and swallowed audibly, looking down at Alfred's wet, slightly parted mouth.

"S-shit, dude, I'm sorry," Alfred said in a panicked tone. "I didn't realise-"

"I-it's okay..." You said, smiling. Damn, he had almost kissed you. Next time, you would just grab him by the hair and go for it. If there was a next time...

You finished your food, chatting about one thing or another, and suddenly, it was time to leave.

"Thank you," you said. "This was great..."

"U-um, hey, wait, _____. Do you wanna come to my place? I'd love to hang out more."

You couldn't believe your ears. "Yes! I mean, I'd love to-"

"Alright!" Alfred pulled you into a hug. "Thanks, _____. It's not far from here." He pulled away from you, but his arm didn't leave your waist, and it stayed there the whole time you walked home.

A/N: I had fun writing this! I'd like to get further with this one. Expect more America in the future!