Meeting on Hamburger Street (America X Reader)

33: Fortune! Fortune Cookie?!

YES THAT'S RIGHT. MORE CHAPTERS. Now praise me. Call me the hero.
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You and Abel walk into the airport, going to your set terminal. Yes, you thought ahead, if you saw Alfred, you'd either act normal or just avoid him. 90% avoid him.

Why? Well because he is suicidal and has depression, so why let him see your face? Let's try not to be the cause of his death, alright?

You sat there on the waiting chairs, wishing that Alfred didn't have the same flight schedule as you.

But that tiny piece in your heart prayed to the heavens to let him be here.

Was that tiny piece fate itself?

As you thought about it, that part of your heart started to grow, why?

You were nervous. You already thought of a plan if Alfred was on the same ride as you, that piece in your heart had a plan to let you two grow closer.

"(Y/N)~!!" A girl voice shouted.

"B-Brina?!" You were shocked. She ran to you, jumped and hugged you.

And you stayed like that for a minute.

2 minutes.

3 minutes.

You thought as you stayed like that, 'If Brina's here then that means...'

"Yo! Brina! Where did you go this time?!" A very familiar voice shouted. Heck, you didn't even need to say that it was familiar. You already knew who it was.

"I'm sorry, Alfred... It's just that I MET YOUR ONE AND ONLY OMG! IT'S DESTINY!!" She fangirled.

You awkwardly smiled with a dark shad of red on your face, "W-What? Psh, no way..."

"Yeah!" He laughed, "No way in hell!"

Brina smirked, "But we're not in hell, are we?"

Alfred groaned, "Well, Brina, I could just drag you there!"

She whimpered and laughed. "You suck at being mean. Go back to real America."

"You really do suck..." You muttered.

"Suck what?" Abel smirked and laughed afterwards. He just looked away and giggled by himself.

There was awkward silence until Brina asked, "DO YOU SHIP IT, TOO!?" Her eyes sparkled.

"N-No," He looked away in shame. Maaaybbbeeee he did learned to ship it for the past few days.

He totally didn't make a fanfiction on WattPad about it.

Alfred just placed his hands in his jacket's pockets and pouted with a small tint of pink blush on his face.

The boarding announcement finally came, you quickly grabbed your luggages and grabbed Abel's hand.

You walk in the hallway like entrance with Alfred and Brina following right before you.

'Dammit! Why are they still here!?' You thought.

You reached your seats with Abel, the sides had 3 seats, you were on the window seat and Abel was right beside you. On the third seat, it was just some random man.

The middle part had 5 seats, Alfred being near that random guy and Brina beside him, doing paperwork.

'Shouldn't he be in the business seating?! Wait... Shouldn't I be in the business seating?'  You curiously thought to yourself.

You got your book from your book bag and started reading.

"Hey, that looks interesting. What's that about?" Abel asked, and as usual, no emotions.

"Oh, well it's about a pianist and violinist. The pianist can't hear the notes he plays, and so the girl helps him find the colors in life. It's a beautiful story." You explained. You showed him the cover.

"Your Lie On-"

"SUCK BALLS! I knew my bag was to fat to fit in!" A thick Asian accent said. Apparently, it was the man who's sitting beside you and Abel.

In this situation, he dropped his bags on the floor.

"Guess I have to put it here myself..." He muttered.

"China?" Abel asked to the man.

"Woaahh!! Dude, Yao! What are you doing here!?" Alfred asked surprised, as well.

"Fortune," He replied sternly, then he looks at you. He stares at you for a while then smiled, "Fortune cookie."

He then grabs a fortune cookie wrapper and flicked it to your face.

"What?!" You fumed.

First fate, then fortune!?

To Be Continued...
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WELL HAHA I SUCK. SUCK WHAT?? I'm totally not Abel, I swear!! I'm ssssooo not the America loving, 1/8 Dutch person who loves to get her hands on money!

Well about that-