Hetalia X Reader Collection

Taste the Rainbow (America X Reader)

It was a lovely, normal March day. The air was fresh with the smell of approaching spring, and the weather was a bit too rainy for your liking. Tucked away in your house with your laptop, you found yourself feeling bored as you clicked your way through varying stories, searching for a good fic to read. Your best fellow American friend and crush since forever, Alfred F. Jones, sat in front of your flat screen television, looking rather transfixed by whatever the hell was flashing across the brainwashing screen. All was quiet except for the faint pattering of constant rain. Well, all was quiet until—

"(Name), what do rainbows taste like?"

Raising an eyebrow, you glanced up from your laptop and met Alfred's eyes to briefly answer, "No fucking idea," then went back to reading fanfiction.

Alfred pouted. "You didn't even think about it! C'mon, what d'you think rainbows taste like? They're a bunch of different colours, so they must have a bunch of different flavours, right?"

Sighing, you shut your laptop, knowing he was just going to pester you about this until you gave him an answer that satisfied him. "What's there to think about? Literally, a rainbow is just a brief colour show created by sunlight filtering through raindrops and refracting into a pretty arch. That's it."

"Don't get all sciencey on me!" Alfred jumped up onto your couch beside you and added, "Did Arthur tell you that? Iggy's such a freaking stick in the mud!"

You shook your head. "Nah, he and Seamus actually tried to convince me that there was a leprechaun at the end of every rainbow."

"Oh." Alfred's smile came back. "Bet you there is a leprechaun. A leprechaun with a huge ginger beard and a four-leaf clover in his green hat. OH! And you know what else? I bet there's a pot of gold, too! No, no, no, wait. More like a pot of hamburgers! Or maybe Skittles!"

"Why the fuck would there be Skittles at the end of a rainbow?"

"Because the Skittles commercial said so! And commercials never lie to their loyal customers!" Alfred slid off of your couch and skipped over to your kitchen, heading through the doorway and disappearing from your line of sight for a second. You twisted around and watched him go, then stood up to make sure he wasn't emptying your entire fridge out again. Before you could follow Alfred into your kitchen, however, he reappeared in the doorway, brandishing a bright red, fucking huge pack of— oh joy!

Skittles.

"Why do you have Skittles?" you deadpanned, crossing your arms. "And as a matter of fact, where did you even get those? I don't buy that artificial junk!"

Alfred grinned. "I keep an emergency stash of sweets in your kitchen so Arthur won't be able to throw all of my candy out when he finds it back at our place."

You threw up your hands. "How do you do these things without me noticing?!"

"I'm the motherfucking USA! DON'T QUESTION ME!" Alfred shouted, then ripped open the pack of Skittles and shoved a handful into his mouth. He smiled happily as he savoured the taste, then his baby-blue eyes widened. He swallowed the candy and yelled, "(NAME), OH MY GOD!"

You jumped about five feet and snapped, "What!?"

"What do you think rainbows taste like?"

"Shut the fuck up." You collapsed back onto your couch. "I thought you had, like, a stroke! Or remembered something extremely important! Don't fucking do that! I almost had a heart attack!"

Alfred snickered. "Sorry. But come on, you never answered! What do they taste like?"

"Water. They taste like water. They're made of water, so they taste like water. See my logic?"