Hetalia x Reader (shorts, bonuses, scenarios and previews)

Dirty Little Secret (America) 2 of 2

WARNING:

Strong language, violence/gore and sexual themes ahead.

It has only been a few days since Mathias' death, which only added fuel to the hype on the professor. Luckily for you, the people in the mall's only Starbucks didn't notice when you got in. Ranging from high-schoolers to college students to middle-aged friends; they were too busy laughing and gossiping about something else.

You scanned the room as you walked and found Allen sitting in the far-most corner writing something on his iPad.

"Hey" You clasped your hand down on his shoulder.

He almost dropped his tablet.

Glancing up to see you, he let out a sigh of relief "Hey."

You slid down to a seat in front of him and picked up the coffee he already ordered for you.

"Name..." He tapped his fingers on the table "If this is too uncomfortable, we can—

"Please." You stopped him "Alfred's been babying me enough as it is. I don't want you or Arin to feel like you have to walk on eggshells while you're next to me"

He'd asked if it was okay to interview you about your feelings on the deaths—most notably the man who tried to hurt you. While you hated being questioned, you preferred Allen over the random journalists who pestered you and many other girls every time you were out of the house.

"I agreed to this. Now do your damn job"

He smiled. He then placed his voice recorder in front of you and attached his tablet to its keyboard.

The questions were pretty forward: "What did you feel when you found out that the man who tried to attack you was killed?", "Do you think justice has been served?", and the like. All of which you answered without problem.

However, one particular question got to you.

"Do you have an idea on who could have done it?" Allen said it as he normally did; he didn't mean anything by it, but his question made you quiet.

When you didn't answer, Allen called your name.

"Are you okay?" He asked when you shook your head.

"I'm okay. I just wondered myself—who could've been so angry that they decided to kill him"

Allen watched you with sympathy.

He shoved his things back to his satchel, "I think I have everything I need."

You got up and left the café together. The late November was air cool and crisp, nipping on your pink nose.

"Anywhere else you need to be?" You rubbed your palms together.

Allen fixed his scarf around his neck "I have to speak with the editor-in-chief about..." He hesitated.

You gave him a stern look.

He sighed, "Mathias"

"Oh." You cleared your throat "Are there any leads?"  

He frowned.

"Right." You fixed the strap of your purse on your shoulder and exhaled "I should go now. Alfred and I are making dinner together"

Allen raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"Isn't that him over there?"