Worldxamerica Stories

Okay, I think I'm going on a writing craze. I'm now uploading so many books, and writing so much, oh god. Anyways, don't mind that, I hope y'all enjoy this. Please don't be offended with my writing, I just wanna write for y'all ;-; Please also note this is mainly my own ideas, as well as some of Fiorella's, because she helped provide some of these headcanons. Please give her credit, because she's amazing! ^v^ With that said, peace out Girl Scouts! ;)

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)