Happy Birthday America! (America x reader Lemon)

Happy Birthday America! (Lemon)

(Quick authors note, you have a curl like Italy, but not exactly like his. Also I'm trying to make the lemon REALLY dirty, well at least dirtier than how some people write it)

Song: America ~ I'm your hero (It's one of America's character songs)

Ugh...

Today's America's birthday...and all day yesterday he kept on screaming "HEY DUDES TOMORROWS MY BIRTHDAY!!" like literally a million times. I swear all we heard at the world meeting was what he planned for his birthday party. He invited every country , including me, (c/n). (That's Country/name) Really that wasn't a big surprise though since we're best friends.

I plan on going, and I actually have a present for him. Being the artistic country I am, I made something he's gonna LOVE.

I walked down the street to America's house, annnnnd of course he has American flags EVERYWHERE. Oh my god...

Good thing I was wearing a patriotic dress. The shirt top part of the dress was white and red strips going up and down the sleeves stopping at my elbow, while the skirt bottom part was denim and it came up to the middle of my thighs. My hair was is a (your choice of hair style) to hide my curl. I'm soooo embarrassed about my curl.

Well at least he'll be happy that I'm dressed in his flag.

I step up on the porch with his present in hand. Before I could knock, America swung open the door and pulled me in screaming, "(Y/N)! DUDE!! YOU CAME!!" He gave me a bone crushing hug.

"Al......your crushing me...." I gasped out. He realized that he's practically killing me and he let go of me.

"Sorry, dude! I'm just glad you came!" He smiles and noticed the box in my hand. "Woah dude! You didn't need to get me a present!"

A light pink blush grew on my cheeks and I smiled. The heat from outside that was making me hot covered up my blush. "Well I wanted to, and besides dude it's your birthday for crying out out!"

He smiled and took the American flag wrapped box out of my grip and placed it on the gift table, touching my hand a little in the process. "Well thanks anyways dude!" He beamed that gorgeous smile of his. Oh yeah, did I mention I have a very minor case of serious crushing on him? (As in like, a major crush .////.)

I sighed and smiled looking around at the party. Every country came. Well most of them....mainly the bigger countries came like Canada, England, France, Russia, etc. (yes, we just noticed Canada.)

Oh great...I'm gonna look like an idiot wearing this American dress...

Just then America started slapping American flags on everyone's forehead.

Oh...well never mind

~~~time skip~~~

It's now 6 pm...and everyone's drunk out of there minds...even me sadly.

France and England are going between fighting and making out, Italy is screaming about pasta while Germany is in the pool sitting in a floaty, Japan thinks he's a ninja, Canada is talking Russia's face off, Prussia is trying to jump from the roof into the pool while China chants "JUMP", annnnd last but not least America was streaking....showing his cute little butt and his ding dong hanging around, which actually I didn't get to see sadly. :(

Oh, what was I doing...? Well being the only girl country that came, the guys got me soooooo drunk to convince me to take off my dress. Luckily I was planning to swim at the party and I was wearing a bikini, bad thing is they want me to that THAT off as well. I may be drunk but I wasn't gonna show off my goodies to anyone! Although secretly I was hoping to show America the goodies but whatever.