Seme Male reader x Various~!

2P!Male Reader x 2P!America

(Lots of cussing and smut. This is a request from weird_chick34 ( see ya at school gurl~!))
(You're also the largest/ riches 2P country alive and is feared by all of the other 2P's. You're welcome.)
~Pajamafox

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2nd POV:

"ALLEN F. JONES WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU HIDING!?" You bellowed, running down the halls of a sorority house party looking for a certain NatIve-American lover of yours. Now you may be wondering ' Why am I searching for Al like a lunatic?' Well dear reader-kun it's simple. Allen F. Jones. Fucked. Up.

See it was your 5 year anniversary of you dating the masochist-loving vegan, but you found out that Al (being Al ) forgot. This didn't bother you, since you didn't usually keep good tabs on special events/ dates (bad reader-kun!), but this year was going to be special. You were going to ask him for his hand in marriage, and boy you did not hold back on the money. Since this is Al we're talking about, everything had to be perfect and special, and since your the 2P country of (C/N) this surprise really showed how much you love him, if Heaven forbid you can actually muster the inner strength to actually say the damn three words (yeah you can be as emotionless as 1P Sweden at times). Anyways after spending all of your time, energy, and money on all of the essential items that one would need to make this proposal so romantic that it would make even 2P France blush, all was left was to get your lover for the anniversary, that is if you could find him. Sighing you picked up your phone and called the one person who knows where Al is at all times (besides you of course)

??? "Yeah, what is it (M/N)? I'm in the middle of watching the game right now- Shit! C'MON! HE WAS OPEN DAMNIT!!" (M/N), unaffected by the usual act of yelling/ shouting replied emotionlessly " Hi, Matt, you know where Al is?" "How the fuck am I supposed to know, eh? I'm not his damn babysitter." An aggravated Matt sighed out before continuing " Besides isn't he supposed to be with you? It is your anniversary with the dumbass." "That's true, but I thought that you'd know where he is since he obviously isn't with me at the moment" you said.
starting to be irritated by the situation you say goodbye to Matt and hung up, allowing him to watch the rest of his hockey game.

' Maybe I should drive to Oliver's Bakery and see if Al is mooching off of Oliver for some vegan cupcakes again...' you thought putting on your helmet (and grabbing a spare for Al) and getting on your motorcycle. Driving down 3 roads down you notice another sorority party in action on a collage campus, which is pretty normal in this area. Glancing over something catches your eye, it was Al's signature bomber jacket in the middle of the lawn. This causing some red flags you immediately park your bike on the said lawn, ignoring the complaints you make your way into the house of a thousand spiked punches. Passing many drunk minors, a handful of high partygoers, and one/two passed out minors, you finally find who you've been looking for. And he was flirting...at a bunch of drunk ,and possibly drugged, collage jocks...who were also flirting back...and letting them put their hands on him in a sexual manner....OH, HELL NO!

"Allen F. Jones what are you doing?" You asked with a dangerous black aura surrounding you, startled Al let out a not-so-manly squeak before replying "(M-M/N)!? What are you doreing here?!" "That's what I should be asking you. But you didn't answer my question; what are you doing flirting with these fucktards, hm?" You said with a deadly calm voice, scaring only,Al but angering the intoxicated jocks. "W*hick*who'd ya-you think your t-talkin' tu *hick*, HUH?! Thi-thinkin you can jhust w-walk in he-*hick*-re and staurt messin' with our moment?!" Slurred the leader of the group, as he started to push you around.
With an annoyed sigh you pull out your (f/w) (or fists) and knocked him (and some of his buddies) out. Once you are done knocking their teeth out (literally) you turn to see your lover bounding down the halls with a nervous shit-eating grin, that seemed to show off his missing tooth.