America x Reader : Jealous Much?

The Truth has Reveal Itself

"Alfred!" I shouted as I chase him. Damn it,my thoughts scream. He's too fast!

I think that America got the wrong idea. He probably thinks that I'm dating Canada. He's wrong.

Gotta think a way to chase him. Gotta find something, gotta find... Ahah! I saw a skateboard. As fast as I could, I take the skateboard and say a quick shout, "Sorry! I'm borrowing this!" to the owner of the skateboard.

I quickly use put the skateboard on the ground and roll out. Soon, I was behind America.

"Alfred F. Jones, stop in the name of freedom!" I shouted.

To my surprise, he stop running but stood still, like a statue. And to other my surprise, the skateboard skids a rock. Making it not balance and making me to fall out from the skateboard. I closed my eyes and prepare to hit the ground.

Wait, I fell something, something warm and... strong. I open my eyes and saw that America had saved me. Just like a hero.

"A-America?" I whispered. He looked at me, with a hard look on his face. America stood up while carrying me, bridal style.

"Let's talk where we no one can listen or see us." He said. I nodded my head. "Uh, sure." I squeaked.

The people in the park surrounds us as America carries me. He gave them a smile and said, "Don't worry. She's a-okay." With that charming smile of his, the people in the park went back to their usual bussiness.

By a place where no one see or listen to us, America meant the bench that faced the trees. That place is popular for its quietness and well, no one knows this place but only the countries. Why? I do not know why.

Anyways, America gently place me on the bench. He was careful because the fall maybe cause me injuries at my legs, mostly the knees.

"Does it hurt?" He asked. I snap out from my trance of watching America. "Huh?"

"Your knee, its bleeding."

"Which knee?"

"The right knee."

I took a glance at my right knee. It is bleeding but its just sratch. I gave him a sheepish smile. America tore out his white shirt and wraps it at my right knee.

"Thanks." I muttured. America gave me a nod. He stood up and went off. With my fast hands, I grab the edge of his bomber jacket. "Wait!"

"What?" He replied, with venom in his voice. "What do you want?"

I took a deep breath. "I wanna tell you something... so could you sit next to me and listen what I have to say." I mention the space beside me. "Please?"

America, with no complaint sat beside me. He grunts as he look away from my face. Oh America, I wish you could understand the situation and I think this moment is the right time to explain the situation between Canada and I.

So without furthur ado, I talk.

"Canada and I are not dating." I blurted. America whipped his head, his face was utter shock. Now, I got his attention. "Both of us, have an alliance with each other. Techincaly, our boss did it and as a country, we have to make alliance with other countries."

"So, our boss decided that Canada and I should spend time together as friends not lovers." I shoot a glare at America. "As time pass, Canada and I became best friends. Canada was happy that someone notice him even though no one in the World Meeting as usual, does not notice him. As a friend or allied, I did what friends do: Stand up for him and help him but we all know that Canada is the 2nd Biggest Country and Russia is the 1st Biggest Country."

"Anyways, I've been wondering why do you act all weird around me, America. Whenever I said hi to you, you just... walk away and act like I wasn't there. That hurt me, ya'know." I lowered my voice. "I thought we're friends. What happen to the America I used to know? What happen to all those days hanging out with you, playing and laughing with you? Tell me, America. What happen to you?"

I look at him. America stared at the lake. He did not response or make a move. He just stared at the lake. I gave a long sigh.

"If that is your answer, then I shall go." I stood up. "Well, see you in the next World Meeting, America." And with that, I leave America at the bench but I was stop when someone hold my wrist.

I look at the hand that was holding my wrist. It was America. His face was blank, no emotion.

"America..."

"Don't leave." He speak, softly as if he had someone who left him. "...please."

"America, I... have to go," I said, trying to free my wrist from his hand.

Suddenly, he pulled my wrist and I was in front of his chest. I blushed into a crimson red as America hug me. His arms snaked around my waist and held me like there's no tomorrow. Me? I'm blushing like hell here as Spain's tomato.

It just happen. Its no accident.

~End of Chapter 9~

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