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[Hetalia] 2ᴘ!America x Reader

A Chance Meeting Perhaps?
Paralyzer - Finger Eleven

You were part of a local rock band called "Blaze the Way". You and a couple of your friends from high school decided to form a band. You were the lead vocalist and guitar. You'd been inspired by bands like Starset, Breaking Benjamin, In This Moment, just about every band known to man.

Late one night you were walking home from practice because your car was in the shop. You lived in a small town where nothing bad really happened and everyone knew everyone, so you really weren't very afraid. Until you felt a pair of eyes fall on you and burn holes into the back of your head. You shivered and stopped, turning around to look around. Nothing was out of the ordinary.. bushes were in place, trees looked fine, streetlight was clear. You dug your hand into your Notre Dame college jacket and put a hand on your pocket knife. You take a deep breath, having seen enough horror movies to know that the killer was gonna be behind you. You pull it out and flick it out, spinning around to face forward all in one motion. You don't see anyone there. You close the knife and facepalm.

"Stupid paranoid idiot.." You mumble

You pocket the knife once again and continue walking home. Nothing else really happened on the way there, minus the fact that you still felt those eyes burning into the back of your skull. You dig into your pocket once you walk up to your front door and pull out your anime key chain. You flip through the keys and jam the right one in the lock, turning it. Your parents were out of town on vacation so since they trusted you more then anyone else in the neighborhood, you were left to watch the house. You open the door and walk inside, tossing your keys on the couch as you shut the door behind you. You look outside and notice that it started raining. Good thing you got inside at the time you did. You hang your coat up and kick your shoes off next to the shoe rack.

You sigh in relief as you walk upstairs to your bedroom. You shut the door behind you as you grin, your puppy was asleep on your bed, how cute! You go to take out your phone to take a picture, but you realize you left it in your jacket. You smack yourself on the forehead and walk back out and downstairs. You notice that your door it open a crack. Oops, you must've not shut it completely. You close it and lock it. You dig into your jacket pocket and retrieve your items, including your pocket knife. Wow, you were forgetful.

You walk back upstairs to see your dog is still asleep. You snap the picture and proceed to post it to facebook, tagging your parents in it. You set it down on your nightstand and walk over to your dresser. You pull out the drawer and grab some clothes to change into and you start changing.

You suddenly hear a hushed chuckle come from the closet not to long after as you take off your jeans. You freeze for a moment before you sprint over to your dresser, grabbing the pocket knife. You slowly creep up to the closet, flipping the blade out you put a hand on the doorknob as you take a deep breath. You blink before throwing it open. You fall back on your ass in shock as someone stands up in the dark closet and walks towards you.

"Nice ass. I'd call it a homerun." The male voice says

"WHO THE MOTHERFUCKING FUCK ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU IN MY CLOSET?!" You screech

The male steps out with a baseball bat draped over his shoulder, he chuckles. You chuck throw the knife at him but he deflects it with his baseball bat, you now see how stained red it was and how nails were hammered into it almost aggressively. The knife ends up sticking out of the wall. You stare at it before looking back at him, fearfully. He glares down at you and starts towards you. You crawl away, but he grabs you by the hair and holds you up. You cry out and hold your hair. He leans down to your ear.

"If I didn't have such a nice view of that thong I think we'd have a problem." He whispers menacingly

He releases your hair and you fall to the ground. You wipe the tears out of your eyes and glare up at him. You pull your shirt over your exposed american flag thong. He glares back at you and raises his bat at you threateningly. You let go of your shirt and flinch. He stands there enjoying the view as you stop flinching, staring at him as he stared at your area. You whine loudly and he rolls his eyes. He extends a hand out to you.

"The name is Allen. Allen F. Jones." He introduces

"Oh.. um.. uh.. [f/n]..?" You stutter

He chuckles at your uncertainty and kneels down. He takes your hand and jerks you forward, capturing your lips, you gasp. This was weird for a number of reasons.

One, he's clearly a murderer
Two, you just met him
Three, HE'S PROBABLY GONNA RAPE YOU
Four, HIS LIPS ARE RIDICOULASLY FUCKING SOFT LIKE HOW
Five---WAIT YOU'RE ENJOYING THIS?!

You pull away with a blush and he grins, leaning back in and kissing you again. You.. were feeling very mixed emotions right now. You push him away forcefully and he falls back on his bottom. He stares at you. You hug your knees to your chest, avoiding eye contact with him. He suddenly smiles.

"How about I take ya out?" He suggests

You look up at him, surprised. He just looks back at you with a sly grin.