Cross My Heart, Hope to Die (America x Autistic!Wife!Reader) *SLOW UPDATES*

Chapter 32-Safety

Thankfully, the nations had been sated enough for them to not ask any questions when he finally left the house.

Still, it had been irritating setting up lunch, and America had not been in the mood to answer any questions they may have had regardless, for as soon as he set the table and had the food ready, he had zoomed out of the house without any explanation and into his car, driving all the way to (Y/N)'s workplace as quickly as the speed limit would let him.

When he finally arrived, nothing appeared out of place, but America had quickly taken note of the tense atmosphere of the building. In fact, the customers that were coming out of the building looked on edge and were talking amongst themselves, and when America got out of the car, he heard their conversations.

"Did you hear what happened earlier?"

"Heard what?"

"You know, the customer that came in and nearly struck the boss."

There was a gasp. "No way, seriously?"

"Yeah, it got so bad that the police had to be called!"

"Isn't the boss developmentally...what do you call it again?"

"Autistic?" There was a pause, then the person continued. "Yeah, the boss is challenged mentally, but you have to admit, that was brave of her to do what she did even though it must've been scary for her."

The reply was hesitant. "Yeah."

America was inside the building, therefore he didn't hear the rest of the conversation, but he didn't need to. He had heard enough from all sides, and right now he only wanted to find (Y/N).

Once more, the scent of all kinds of things greeted his nose, but despite the pleasantness of it, America wasn't elated like he normally would be, and instead moved his eyes to look upon a familiar-looking boy.

Nathan looked up, opening his mouth to say his normal greetings until he saw him, then a tired smile appeared. "Hello Mr. Jones," he greeted.

America smiled back. "Hello Nathan, is (Y/N) still in her room?"

Nathan nodded. "Yes." He then turned to Amy and told her to inform (Y/N) of her husband's arrival, which she did without any hesitation before Nathan turned back to the other man. "I know Aya probably already told you this, but (Y/N)'s been in there for hours."

America nodded. "I know," he said. "It wasn't fun for any of you, was it?"

Nathan chuckled bitterly while shaking his head. "Mrs. Jones had it the worst though," he said. "Danny and I tried to prevent her from checking out the problem, but she came out anyway."

America nodded. "My wife can be so stubborn sometimes," he said.

"You're telling me." Nathan ran a hand through his hair. "Though, normally Mrs. Jones is not the kind of person to immediately do something like this, so I'm guessing she either forced herself to do this or someone persuaded her, I'm guessing Amy since she too doesn't like conflict in the facility."

That was understandable, but then again no one who worked in this building liked conflict anyway. Still, Amy must've understood how terrifying dealing with a bad customer would be for (Y/N), who again was too empathetic for her own good, especially when it concerned negative emotions. She couldn't stay calm in those situations unless she knew the situation was under control, and America knew it had not.

America mentally shook his head as Amy came back. "(Y/N) is in there still," she announced. "Aya's in there with her just so you know, but you're welcome to go in there now."