One-shots! Hetalia x Reader!

Jacket (America x Reader)

I thought of this during my exams because I didn't know what the fucking formula was and I remembered what my friend did one time as a dare in school by another friend. Also I miss writing fluff.

-Pumpkin

"No... No! Nononononono!!!" You panicked as you explored through your closet, drawers and cabinets. "Where the fuck are my bras???"

Your bras were currently missing. All of them. It was a nightmare that came true. Every single one of them was missing. Even the baby bras you kept before were missing. This was a lifetime crisis. Bras were expensive as hell and all of them were gone. Oh god that's going to cost you a fortune.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! Where are they???" You opened the last drawer finding a note.

Dearest Stepsister,

Look outside.

-(Stepsister's name)

You opened the sliding door of your balcony and looked down at the garden to see all of them in the pool. Your jaw dropped in shock. You never thought that she would go that far. Throwing all of your bras in the pool including your sweaters and jackets.

"(Stepsister's name)!" You yelled in irritation and stomped back into your room slamming the sliding door.

It wasn't your fault that your (parent of choice) got married to her (stepparent of choice). Heck you don't even know why the hell she does this to you. She just despises you so much that she took it to the next level. This was the worst case yet. There was school today too and you couldn't afford to be absent again because you were absent the whole week last week. You hated the prep school you were sent to. You had to wear your white blouse and plaid skirt. The blouse was loose, that's what you're thankful for, but the blouse wasn't that thick.

"Fuck..." You cursed. You had no choice.

By the time you got to school, you covered your tits with the straps of your backpack. Your breasts felt free from the grasps of your bra, but it felt weird that you were around hundreds of people with no bra at all. You had an undershirt, but it still forms a shape.

You looked down at the floor as the people around started to whisper. Of course you were the Queen Bee's stepsister. It had to be her out of all people. Your life began to suck since she came into your life. Your stepparent was fine, but your stepsister? She needs to fuck off.

No, people weren't whispering about your tits. They were whispering on the new gossip about you. The bitch spread some rumor around the school again and it's only half of the first semester. School life sucked even more. You knew that if you transferred to this prep school, the bullying would becoming worse. Being bullied for having an abusive father and a poor family was hard enough, but untrue rumors spread about you hurt more. You thought that you could have a new life, but your stepsister released her true colors on you. She thought that you were a gold digger. A wannabe step-daddy's girl. But no. It wasn't your choice for your parent to get married to some rich dude who happens to be the owner of the biggest ice cream company in the world. It wasn't even your decision to come to this school or anything. Life definitely has a lot of fucking standards doesn't it?

You entered your classroom only bumping into someone. You looked up to see the school's team captain for American football, Alfred Jones. Shiny gold hair, bright baby blue eyes, and a smile that could make anyone melt. But you weren't falling for that. He was an obvious heartbreaker. He wasn't just an obvious heartbreaker, he was an oblivious one. There was this one girl who liked him a lot- by like I mean loved- and he never knew. Out of nowhere he just rejected her without letting her say anything. Douche? Not really. He's just really oblivious and idiotic.