SMIH Hetalia x Male!Reader - America

       “It's...” A laugh escaped your lips as you pulled out a monopoly stub from McDonald's. A very old monopoly stub that's over due. “A free medium size french fries from McDonald's. Yum.” You smiled up at Al, only to see he wasn't in front of you with the hat anymore. You looked around the room until you spotted him near the closet, throwing some stuff out. You furrowed your eyebrows as you stood up and walked towards him. “What are you doing?”

       “Making sure there's no baseball bat in the closet.” Alfred responded quickly. You blushed, pouting. “Or any other thing that could be a harmful weapon in your hands.”

       “I said I was sorry! Geez, for all you know, you deserved it. Coming into my house when it was locked tight like you don't give a care.” You crossed your arms, upset.

       “He did what?” England's British accented voice questioned as he came over, taking over Al's job of closing and locking the closet door for the two of you.

       You sighed. “He broke into my house just to get me to come here.”

       “I did not!” America finally stood straight in front of you. “Your front door lock doesn't work. Didn't you know?” Your (e/c) eyes bored holes into his head, knowing full well that your front door lock was working just fine. He chuckled slightly, scratching his cheek. “Well, now it doesn't, anyway.”

       “Bloody git.” Arthur rolled his eyes, upset as well. “You will install a new lock and give (f/n) the keys for it. Don't stall, either, twat.” America huffed, ready to protest though he already promised himself he would do just that. England shook his head as he lightly pushed you into the closet. “Now let's get on with this dumb game so the others can have a go. Seven minutes and one of us will come get you.” He nodded to you, glared at Alfred then shut the door.

       Instantly sitting in the now cleaned out closet, you staid silent, not facing Alfred. It wasn't cheap to replace locks and you didn't have the money to spend. You needed to keep the money you have for tuition and school books. Damn Alfred's inhumane strength. Then again, he is a nation. There's bound to be differences among them. You sighed.

       Alfred sat on the other side, staring at your form. A sigh escaped from his as well, guilty about breaking into your house. In truth, the front door's lock could be fixed easily since he's the one who broke it. How was he supposed to know that you locked your doors at night. Were you that afraid of robbers? He chuckled lightly at the thought. With your arm and a baseball bat, the robbers would be the ones afraid.

       “What's funny?” You asked him as you noticed his laugh. When he waved you off, a brow raised. Your curiosity peaked, you inched closer. “I asked what was funny.”

       “Nothing. Just wondering why you lock your house up.” Your (e/c) blinked, thinking the reason would be obvious. “I mean, not many people in your neighborhood do, and with your bat, the robbers would be scared, not you.”

       A pout at his remark formed on your face. Soon, a frown took its place. You circled your arms around your knees as you pulled them up to your chest. “You know how I moved here when I was seven, right?” Alfred rose his own brow as he nodded. “Well, I used to live in a city. My parents always made sure to lock the doors and windows because we lived on the boarder of the bad side. It was futile, though.” You hide your face in your arms. “When I was five...I was kidnapped.”

       “What?” Alfred's eyes widened in shock. He never knew. In fact, not one of the countries knew, he bet. He wondered if anyone else knew here.

       You let your (e/c) eyes show, staring into the wall of the closet. “I was taken one night because my window was left unlocked. My parents didn't know I unlocked it to open it. When I fell asleep, I felt arms taking me up. I didn't recognize the hands and woke up to see a stranger. I screamed.” Alfred felt sad. He moved over closer to you and lightly placed an arm around your shoulder. You jumped, not realizing you were shivering at the memories coming back to you. You didn't hesitate to lean into him. “They couldn't find me until two years passed.” Alfred's hand petted your hair in a calming, kind gesture. “The police were surprised I was still a live, but honestly, there was one man in the group that kidnapped me that refused to have me killed. If it weren't for him, I’d probably be dead.”

       “Well, thank God you're not.” America softly spoke. “We would have a great friend if that happened. And... I wouldn't have been able to fall in love with you, either.” He mumbled the last bit aloud to himself but you were able to hear him.

       Turning your head from leaning on his shoulder, you looked up at him. “Really?” His blues eyes widened then he turned bashful when he realized you heard him say that. “Alfred?”

       “Well, yeah, really.” He brushed his fingers through his own hair with his free hand. “I-I... I’ve been in love with you for a while now. Like, since...” You listened to him, smiling as a chuckle escaped you. “Dude, it's hard to pinpoint one time when, you know, I’m a nation, but, honestly and seriously, I do love you.”

       “I believe you.” You chuckled again, leaning up and pecking his cheek, then his nose. “Would you believe me if I said I love you, too?”

       Alfred's bright smile lighted the room up. He nuzzled your noses together and kissed you passionately on the lips. “Yes.” He cupped your face. “I'd believe you.” You smiled sincerely, cuddling up to him as you clench his shirt in your hands. “And I promise not to tell anyone about, you know.”

       “Thank you.” You nuzzled your face into his chest. “And... I’ll also promise to tell you everything when I’m comfortable.”

       The blond patted your head, fingers going through your (h/c) hair. “Don't force yourself. I bet it was very traumatizing, so of course it'll be hard to come forth with everything. Take your time. You know I have nothing but time.” He kissed your head.

       A sudden knock on the door and the sound of the door unlocking broke the peaceful atmosphere. “Seven minutes are up, Alfred. Time for you two to come out.” England's voice notified you two.

       Alfred sighed. “Okay, Artie.” He chuckled once he heard the other country grumble at his nickname. “Well, guess we should get out then.” You groaned, not wanting to get up. He sighed with a smile, shaking his head as he took you up in his arms and stood. “Lazy.”

       “You interrupted my studying and sleep time.”

       “Hah, like Tumb1r is considered studying.” He pushed open the closet door, causing all eyes to be cast on you in Alfred's arms. You blushed, grumbling about being put down. “Nope. Not gonna put you down.” He turned towards the stairs. “Artie, I leave you in charge of the game until I come back.”

       “What are you thinking?!” You asked in shock.

       “Don't worry, I’m just gonna let you rest in my guest room.” He chuckled, knowing your mind went completely in the gutter. “I mean, if you want to do more than just rest on the bed, I could-”

       “No! I’m not ready for that.”

       “Yet.” He chuckled again when your red face grumbled. “I love you, (f/n).” His dazzling smile brightened when you burrowed your face in his shoulder, replying with the same sentence for him to hear. Yeah. He really needed to fix your lock. Which, he wouldn't mind spending more time with you for something he did wrong.