Hetalia X Reader [The Dating Life]

Your Career (America)

Your POV:

"Urgh! I don't like the rainbow road track! It's too difficult to drive on!" Alfred said, gripping on his controller.

"It may be difficult, but that doesn't give you an excuse to lose." You said, casually moving the buttons around on your controller. Eventually, you beat him.

"Lost again. But good game, dudette." He said, giving you a kiss.

"You didn't do too bad yourself." You said, patting the top of his head.

"I'll do better next time, just you wait." He said, with full confidence.

"We'll see until then. Anyway, I have to go to work for today, I'll see you later." You said, giving him a big hug.

"See ya, dudette. Be safe and have fun!"

"You too and please, don't do anything dumb while I'm gone. You know the drill."

"I'll try not too!"

His POV:

Time to go to target practice then!

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I shoot my handgun at the target. Missing once again.

"You haven't hit the bullseye yet. What's up?" Canada asked, watching me.

I sighed. "I've been thinking about telling (Y/N) that, you know, I'm a country. But she probably won't believe me. Who would anyway? She'll think I've finally lost my mind."

"America, you losing your mind, that happened a while ago. But if she's understanding, she'll accept and believe that fact."

"Have you told your girlfriend?" I asked.

"No, but I'll have to. She is my partner after all. They have the right to know what we really are. Right?"

"Yes, of course." I stood up, gesturing the gun to my chest. "But what if she doesn't like the things I've done? She'll think I'm a psychopath."

"If she truly loves you, those things won't matter to her. Besides, it's in the past now. We have to let go of those things."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." That's when I wasn't paying attention where I was aiming the gun and shot myself in the chest.

"America!" Canada yelled, catching me as I fell. "You idiot! Watch where you're aiming that thing."

"I wasn't paying attention..."

"Like always..."

"Hey!" I flinched at my harsh movement. I was bleeding pretty bad. I wasn't worried though since I wasn't going to die either way. Though, I needed to clean the wound for the hole to heal properly. Out of nowhere, a worker rushed to our side.

"Oh my goodness! We need to take you to a hospital!"

"No, it's fine! Really!" But they didn't listen and took me anyway.

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"Someone help! This man is bleeding really badly!" The worker and Canada had been carrying me even though I could walk just fine, but Canada had to roll along with it. Suddenly, I see (Y/N) running towards me. Crap... I didn't know she worked here.

"Oh my-! Alfred! What happened?!"

"This idiot accidentally shot himself during target practice," Canada said before I could even say anything.

"Alfred, come with me, quick." (Y/N) said, grabbing my arm and putting it around her shoulders and leading us into a surgery room, closing the door behind her and laying me down on a hospital bed. She started unbuttoning my shirt. I could feel my face getting red.

"H-hey, what are y-you doing, dude-"

"Oh, grow up. I need to do this to clean your wound first, it's basic logic."

"Oh, right..."

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"There, all done. Thank God that you survived this. This should have killed you, but thankfully you're alright for now. I'll stitch up the hole now." I put my hand over it.

"I'm fine now, dudette. You're a great surgeon!" I got up and started to button my shirt. "I'll just head home now." I knew that after the wound is clean, it would start to heal fast. She quickly pulled me back down.

"Yeah, no. I'm not done, mister." She tried to remove my hand. "Alfred, remove your hand, now."

"I can't..."

"Don't be silly, it's never going to heal if you don't-" I removed my hand to reveal the wound already healed. "Al... how did.." She gently put her hand on my chest.

"Dudette, there's something I need to tell you..."

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