Hetalia/2p Hetalia x dead reader

America x dead reader.

He waited in line at McDonalds. Since he had been there for so long he just said

" I'll take the regular please"

After he got his meal and paid he sat down in a window seat.

The same one that you both used to sit at. He looked on the tv hanging on the wall.

Your picture was shown .. again.

You had been missing for a week now and he was tired of it.

He really wanted to see you again. More then he wanted burgers.

And that means a lot coming from him.

After he ate he headed to his car and went home.

He didn't really have much to do so he just put the tv to an old cartoon.

He remembered sitting on the couch with you, laughing at the old cartoons and eating McDonalds.

He was awakened from his daydream by the ringing of his phone going off.

He quickly reached into his pocket and looked at who was calling. It was the local police station.

"Hello?"

"Hello, are you Mr. Alfred F. Jones ?"

" Yes! It is did you find out anything about where (y/n ) is ?!"

He was holding his phone so tightly now his knuckles became white.

" Sir , please calm down I think it would be better if you come down to the station. "

The man hung up after that.

The ringing of his phone was all he could hear.

He quickly stood up and grabbed his keys.

As he headed to the station he thought he would see you there. Smiling and then standing up from where you sat.

You ran up to him and gave him a bear hug.

Then you both would head home and everything would be back to normal.

But it wasn't like that.

When he arrived at the station a man in a black suit lead him into a closed off room.

The whole room was grey and concrete ,in the middle was a single table and two chairs next to the table one on the east side and one on the west side of the room.

"Sit down please"

He sat down and so did the man in the black suit.

He handed Alfred a tan folder. He bought it closer and opened it.

His eyes were met with a picture of you bruised and beaten.

Underneath your picture was a picture of a evil looking man.

" (y/n) (l/n) was sadly kidnaped and human trafficked. We found her dead in an ally in a Colorado city. I'm very sorry about her loss"

He was shaken looking at your face bruised. While he couldn't do anything.

He thought about how you were treated. Looking at your bruised face made him sick.

His teeth clenched. He could feel water going onto his checks.

The man looked at him with pity. He seemed to see this a lot because he was the one who told people if someone died.

Alfred stood up out of his seat and walked out of the room. In tears and sadness and a broken heart.

••• timeskip brought to you by a heartbroken america. (;_;)•••

His day went as normal.

If you consider mopping around the house normal.

He didn't take your death well.

It basically ruined his life.

What is a superhero without a motive?

(( tell me if there r any mistakes so I can fix them))