2p!AmericaxChubby!Innocent!Killer!Reader

Real Name

You and Allan were having one of your quiet times; the two of yousitting in a room, usually one of your two of your rooms or sometimesanother room. You were sitting at the end of the bed with Freedom inyour lap as you stroked his soft fur while Allan was lounging on thebed reading a comic book. As he finished the comic he put it on hisnightstand Sitting up onto his knees he moved to pull you into hisarms setting you onto his lap.

You gave a yelp holding tightly to Freedom who looked at Allan andmeowed in protest and kitten anger. "Eh, quit it cat. It's my turnto have attention from your mommy!" He said as the cat growled whenAllan pushed some (hair color) tresses out of your (eye color) orbs.You giggled at how cute your two favorite boys were when they werejealous of the other. Allan was chuckling when he stopped and seemedto be more serious.

Uh...hold on, Allan wasn't serious...ever.

"Allan?" You were quiet and almost shy as you stroked his tannedcheek. He looked at you with obvious conflict in his ruby eyes. Hiseyes shined with resolve before he sighed.

"I haven't been honest with you, Name." He whispered as youfroze. No. No, no, no, no, no! You should have known, he didn'twant you like this; you were fat and he didn't love you. Crystaltears gathered in your (eye color) gem like orbs.

"You....you don't....l...love me?" You could barely stutter outin a shuttering breath. Allan's eyes widened and he looked shockedand horrified.

"No! Not that, I love you Name! I love you and only you! Your mine!Ich liebe dich! Ich liebe dich! Ich liebe dich! (I love you! I loveyou! I love you!)" Allan promised stroking your soft face kissingalong your (skin tone) face. "I love you," he whispered promisingyou and holding you tightly to him.

"A...Allan." You whispered as he showed a rare moment oftenderness as he stroked away your tears, usually he showed a morepossessive side but you loved when he showed his tender loving side."Than...well than, what is it?" You whispered as he smiledslightly kissing you, you were well aware of what this kiss meant,when it was like he was devouring you to be his and his alone, youloved it as he claimed you as his and his alone. When he had pulledaway you pecked his lips as he smirked at before getting serious.

"Well, the thing is doll, my name isn't really Allan." He strokedalong your jaw, the soft skin absolutely fascinating him, "wheneverything happened with my parents, and I met my brothers..." Headded before sighing and pushed some of your hair behind your ear.

"So your name isn't Allan?" You asked and it was weird to you, hewas Allan, you couldn't imagine him being any name besides Allan.

"No, it was Alfred." He answered as you started to giggle,"darling?"

"SorryAllan, it's just the idea of your name being...Alfred?" You giggleda bit before taking a deep breath. "You areAllan, any other name seems so weird to me." You soothed strokinghis hair and kissing his neck gently.

"Yeah, yeah, my name is Alfred." He said before just snorting,"Alfred doesn't feel right. Allan is who I really am."

"Well than you are Allan, but thank you for telling me." Youwhispered kissing him gently, and nuzzling his neck. "It does meana lot that you told me."

"Of course I'll tell you darling, you are mine." He said kissingyou back, "I wanted to tell you before but I honestly just didn'tknow how. But I know I wanted you to know, even if Alfred isn't who Iam anymore." He confessed as you kissed his forehead lovingly.

"You can tell me anything Al." You swore holding him tightly ashe smirked, moving your hair his lips attaching to where your neckmet your shoulder, licking, sucking, and biting. "Allan?!"

"Your mine." He answered your gasp as you blushed, he was givingyou a hickey again. He loved to give you hickeys since it marked youas his and Allan was a possessive man. Luckily it was something thatyou loved about him, his possessiveness wasn't something that wasthat you were a object, it was that you were his and his alone and hewas yours and yours alone. It was equal and there was nothing wrongwith a little possessiveness.

"You know if you give me a love bite I'll give you one to." Youthreatened as he hummed in agreement, he loved you doing it just asmuch as he loved doing it. He liked to show off his own marks as muchas he liked for you to show off who you belonged to.

I see 2p!Americaas possessive, not as much as I see 2p!Canada, than next would be2p!France and 2p!England not very much possessive. But then againthey are second players so they are all possessive but how possessiveis another thing. I like the possessive, jealous types so I likethis.