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That Smile- America x fem!Reader

Disclaimer- Hidekaz Himaruya owns Hetalia and is the creator. I'm just a fan.
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That Smile

Crimson red is splattered all over the room. A room that had angel feather white walls, that were originally pure. Sirens blared outside the house, some commotion stirred in the usually peaceful neighborhood.

The full moon shines brightly, reflecting off the tears of a young person who is murmuring and sobbing like there's no tomorrow into the bright starry sky. That person is still in the room looking through the window, trying to avoid looking at the wretched sight behind.

Her precious lover, the one who captured her heart some time ago with a smile and a loud laugh equivalent to the sirens blaring outside, but more lively. Who has captivating, energetic bright blue eyes that were framed by glasses that shall never open again. Beautiful dirty blond hair with an adorable ahoge. The perfect athlete who everyone admired greatly and who got girls fall for him as if a bird crashed from hundreds of feet from the air. The master of a legendary black hole stomach that usually hamburgers fuel. Her hero, the one who has many flaws, but is still lovable. Whose name is Alfred F. Jones, the one who often refers to himself as "The Hero". He now lays dead in a puddle of his own blood, with a knife in his neck.

~Flashback~

That night has gone so well, nobody would've expected for such a tragic event to occur. Another date night to the movies and dinner, such a casual way to spend a summer night for two teenage love birds. A session of sweet cuddling and simple chatting. Then, a slam and the sound of a falling bowling ball, which was the door that flew off its hinges. Footsteps clattered on the floor, silence filled the house. The two lovers were hiding in a room with pure white walls, a couch, a wide window, TV, table, and a phone. They both remained calm, hoping for the worst to not occur. Oh, how they, especially her, wished it never happened.

Meanwhile, the intruder grabbed whatever he could wrap his hands around. All of what he deemed valuable was thrown into a giant bag that's the size of Santa's toy sack. All the rooms he looked through were completely ravaged after he left. The sack bounced on his back as he walked, the weapons he brought laid on his side.

Only one room left, there better be great stuff I can grab. He thought greedily as he approached the room with two people.

In the room, panic and tension popped up a bit as the footsteps neared. The boy started to reassure his lover, whispering,
"Shhh... Everything will be okay. Remember, I am the Hero, and heroes are supposed to protect people, especially the ones they love. If that intruder gets in, I'll be here for you."

The doorknob was being it twisted, and it refused to budge an inch, despite the many attempts. Banging started, it increased until... BOOM!!! The locked door, like the front, flew off its hinges like Superman. In the doorway, a man dressed in all black with no skin exposed to eyes appeared. A feminine scream of terror ripped throughout the house as the invader and girl made eye contact. Blue eyes narrowed at the weapons around the thief's waist, ____ eyes were sealed shut for a moment and reopened with a glare.

"Get out of my house right this instant and return all my valuables. We can do this peacefully, or I can call the police," the girl stated bluntly. The crook smirked, lust was evident in his eyes and swam in them.

"I'd rather not give away all this stolen s***. And, I would actually want something from you on this lovely night. Something... pleasant that I think you, a young lady as yourself, can only offer." The girl cringed in disgust at the statement; her virginity was not for sale! He started walking more into the room, until he got tackled by the blond. Yelling and a fight started immediately.