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

Chapter 37-Confusion

Sorry for the late update everyone. I'm going to try updating each of my current stories until I finish them before I get started on any new ones, that way I can focus on them and not worry about the ones I haven't finished beforehand.

Anyway, enjoy!

America had been surprised by many things throughout his life, and he will continue to be surprised by things for as long as he existed. It was, after all, how life worked.

However, what he didn't expect (or rather the last thing he expected to ever happen) was seeing (Y/N) and France cooking together in the kitchen.

Now, he could only stare, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him.

"You are doing amazing, mademoiselle!" France cheered, smiling cheerfully at (Y/N). "I didn't know you liked omelets!"

(Y/N) only smirked, but didn't look away from her cooking.

"Darling, Mr. Bonnefoy?" America finally called, drawing the pair's attention. "What are you doing?"

France flinched into attention, even though America felt nothing but confusion at the moment. (Y/N), however, wasn't as jumpy, and moved to place her cooking to the side so it wouldn't burn and signed to him.

Mr. Bonnefoy requested we make some French dinner tonight, and I didn't think it would hurt. Right now, we're making classic French omelet; you know, the omelet that only has salt, pepper, and some herbs mixed in and not cheese and pieces of meat such as bacon?

America nodded in understanding. "I see that, but..." He couldn't say anything else.

Regardless, (Y/N) seemed to understand, then pointedly looked at France, gesturing her head to him. France too seemed to understand what she was implying, and as he proceeded to walk towards him, (Y/N) signed to America.

After you're done, do you mind helping me with dessert? I've already got it made, I just want to know if you're willing to make the ice cream and whipped cream to go along with it.

"Can do, darling." America smiled lovingly in his wife's direction before stepping out of the kitchen's doorway with France in tow. Though, from the look on the older nation's face, this was going another exhausting conversation.

He was suddenly glad that England was nowhere near him at the moment.

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(Y/N) was busy finishing up the omelets and getting started on the next dish she was going to make when her husband came back in, and from the way he was staring at the ground and not saying anything to her, he was tired, probably more tired than he had been in a long time. She quickly abandoned whatever she had been doing and reached his side.

Are you okay? she asked.

Alfred looked at her, and he smiled, but it didn't feel truly genuine. "I'm fine darling," he answered, voice low. "Just a little tired is all."

Alfred. (Y/N) gave him an unimpressed look, or at least one that told Alfred that she did not believe him.

It must've worked, because Alfred sighed mutely. "France apologized to me," he then said. "He also told me that he talked and apologized to you too while England was talking to me. It's just...it feels so weird, hearing apologies coming from those two."

I don't think there's anything wrong about that, (Y/N) replied, gently grasping her husband's arm. After all, those two were only a couple of the many people who hurt you for no reason other than the fear of losing control of their power.