Hetalia Oneshots {Book Two} {Requests Open}

America X Reader: Good Cop {Fluff}

Dorky America here I come.

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Nowadays, the media only shows us the bad cops. The officers who murder because of race, the ones who cheat, and lie, and steal. The media loves showing us the dark, bad sides of everything and everyone. And us, as a whole population, drink up every last little bit of anger and pain we can get.

We soak in it, and we refuse to work to the bigger picture. We bicker and argue over small, insignificant things. Why can't we just accept all religions? Why must there be terrorist organizations killing their own people to prove their religion is better, why are there still wars over the gods who watch over us? Man kills man over what may not even exist.

Although most people enjoy all the drama of the world, unconsciously or not, there are still a few precious, golden people in this world. They ignore the hate, they support those who need it, and fight for the rights of those who didn't get the chance to live the lives they did.

One of those amazing people is your lover. The sweetest man to ever grace the planet...

Alfred F. Jones. He's a sheriff in the state of Maine, living with you and your daughter... He was one of the few men who hadn't ran after realizing you were a mother. In fact, if it wasn't for your daughter, you never would have met the one and only, amazing Alfred.

After a normal, long day at work, you and Amelia had been sitting outside, playing with cars. Your small, pretty young daughter had always loved cars, which was great for you. Toy cars have always been a cheaper toy... and with your minimum wage, and Amelia's daycare... making sure she had everything she wanted was impossible. But her needs came first, and you'd always kept the girl fed, clothed, and housed.

You were 16 when Amelia was born... 15 when you got pregnant... Your parents had never liked your boyfriend, Allen... But you didn't necessarily listen. You'd also never told Allen you were pregnant... he left you to live with his brother in Canada before you even knew...

Anyways... you'd gotten a phone call and ran inside the house to answer it, leaving your four year old in the driveway... wasn't the best parenting choice, but still.

Alfred was passing by your house just as you'd ran in, and his parental instincts had made him stop outside your small, shabby house, getting out of his car to join your daughter. Amelia had, naturally, been hesitant. You did raise her right. But... since Al was a cop, she had quickly trusted the handsome blond, and thank god she did.

Sighing, you hang up your phone, slowly moving back to the front door. After a small struggle with the rusty, half rotted hinges, you tug the door open, eyes fluttering over to your four year old... and the cop.

A soft groan escapes you, and you grab your wallet from the side table, rushing over to the squatting man. His eyes light up a little as he looks over at you, a small grin crossing his lips as he hurries to his feet, fixing his glasses. 

"Officer!" You yelp out softly, hurrying to pick up your giggling, grinning daughter. "I am so sorry sir! God, I wasn't thinking, I got a phone call and I just..." Your words catch in your throat, and you close your eyes, sighing shakily.

Alfred suddenly chuckles, making your confused e/c eyes flickering open. "Miss, don't apologize... just be a little more careful next time, okay?" His sweet smile, and slightly teasing voice makes relief flutter through your body, a soft blush crossing your warm cheeks as you look away. The toe of your old, battered sneaker digs into the dirt, and you bite your bottom lip softly.

"Thank you so much Offic-" You're cut off by another laugh. "Alfred, Miss... just call me Alfred. Now, what should I be calling little miss Amelia's mother?" He asks teasingly, a dorky smirk crossing his face as Amelia giggles, grinning up at you.

Blushing, you look up at him in awe, looking back at Amelia... she doesn't normally get so close to people, and not in such a short time. "Uhm... y/n." Smiling softly, you look up into the handsome Officer's pretty eyes.

"Pretty name... You know, you might need to pay for leaving little miss all alone." Fear strikes your heart at his words, your eyes widening. "A date. Saturday night..." 

Your fear fades away, and a light laugh escapes you. "You're awfully cocky, Mr. Officer." Giggling softly, you set a wriggling Amelia down, watching as she waddles over to grin up at Alfred,  tugging his leg sweetly so he'll play with her. "But... I think I'd love to. Amelia only chooses the good guys."

Al laughs, plopping in the dirt with your daughter, a childish grin crossing his perfect lips. "M'glad she knows a hero when she sees one." He smiles up at you sweetly, kissing Amelia's forehead softly. "You raised a good little girl, Miss y/n." Your  heart patters softly, and you sit next to the two.

"Well... your mother raised a good cop. Tell her I said thanks..." He blushes at your words, letting his happiness explode over his features. Alfred F. Jones truly is a good cop... a good lover... he's a real life hero, and you are more than lucky to have him in your life.

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I wasn't watching Suicide Room while writing this... what, pshhhh...... Anyways, sorry for shit quality... M'sleepy.