Ukeamerica Stories

So I just read a yandere nations x America Oneshot book so i was like hey why don't I do it do? Also if you're wondering why couldn't I just made a bunch of yandere nations in my actual Oneshot book? Well because I just can, anyway request away and you can choose any version of America just make sure he's an uke

Just some head-canons about my favorite country <3 🦇🇺🇸

I'm bad at descriptions so just read the story please also none of the art is mine credit to all the wonderful artist there's also a bit of world/America cause why not

based off of a picture of a tumblr text post conversation that i saw and well you know how inspiration strikes so that's how i got the inspiration and motivation to write this smut now this story will delve into childhood abuse and abusive homes homophobia and bigots and other heavy topics and will end with smut and their will be blood (as in Alfred gets his blood drank that's about it in the blood spillage lol i wasn't to evil to our poor little cinnamon bun baby but i needed an excuse for the beginning of the story) I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS AT ALL OF ANY OF THE PICTURES I USED IN THIS THEY ARE NOT MINE I FOUND THEM ON GOOGLE IMAGES!!!

Request away, but before you do that, I shall tell y'all something... Just read the authors note.

"The more fucked up you are, the more I like you. As long as you've managed to hold onto your identity through all the shit, then it won't matter how twisted you are. I will love you more for it."

Alfred had always been a late bloomer. Through puberty to love, he was always last. None of it clicked. Love was disgusting and icky, why would anyone like it? All it did was cause heartbreak and sorrow. Maybe with some help he could learn the ins and outs. And maybe, just maybe, fall in love. Who knows? (One-shot book, open to requests)