America X Little! Reader

“America!” Slightly surprised a familiar voice was calling his name, Alfred turned, cheeks puffed out, full of burger. He swallowed, quickly wiping his mouth and returning the Chinese man’s call.

“Yea? Over here dude!” “Ah, there you are. Do you mind watching my little cousin for me? I have some errands to run” tilting his body to look around China, he spotted you, small hand gently holding onto a wad of China’s clothes.

The moment you noticed him, you tried to move farther behind China to avoid the stranger. Alfred smiled “Sure, I love kids!” “Just please, don’t infect her” “Infect?”

“I just don’t want her coming back saying ‘dude’ and eating burgers” America laughed “Don’t worry, we’ll have tons of fun!” China nodded, guiding you from behind him “____, this is America, America, ____” you shyly looked up at him, “K-konnichiwa”

America raised an eye brow “Konnichiwa? Isn’t that Japanese?” “Yes, she spends more time with Japan then with me” “That explains how shy she is” China handed you over to America, He gently grasped your hand, as you turned to wave to China.

“Sayonara Yao” “Zai Jian ____” China turned, walking rather swiftly. Once the seemingly worried Chinese man left, America spoke up. “You can just call me Alfred. So, dude. What do you want to do?” you shrugged, features closely resembling Japan’s common expression.

“Are you sure you aren’t related to Japan?” Alfred asked, finding the resemblance alarming. You shrugged again, not really taking an immediate liking to Alfred. “I know what will get you out of the rain! How bout some junk food!” “Junk food?”

Alfred swiped you off your feet and into his arms, not responding to your question. He placed you into a chair and dropped a strange looking breaded something onto a plate. “What is this?” His jaw hit the floor, expression overloaded with shock. “You mean to tell me you don’t know what a burger is?”

You nodded “I only ever eat Japanese and Chinese food” he dramatically sighed “Then you MUST try this!” “I-it won’t kill me will it? It looks incredibly unhealthy” you poked the top of it.

“You’ll be fine, these are all I ever eat and look at me!” you hesitantly took a bite of the new American food. The food wasn’t at all as you expected. Surprisingly, the greasy food was tasty. Alfred’s brow knitted together in concern as how fast you devoured one.

“I like it…Another!” you hit you small fist on the table, demanding. “Whoa little dude, don’t beat me at my own game. And I only brought two” “Awww” you whined, hands going up to cover your mouth in embarrassment.

Being raises by Chinese people plus Japan you had never whined, complained or threw a tantrum.  You had actually expected to be scolded by Alfred, but he just stared at you, strange look on his face. “What?” you blurted out.

There you go again, another tone of speaking that would get you scolded. Alfred struggled “nothing you just looked as if something had happened” wanting to avoid getting in trouble you dropped the subject. “Do you have a shogi game set?”

“Shogi?” you nodded “It’s a Japanese board game” Alfred shook his head “no, sorry. Just American stuff here” you sighed, slightly disappointed. Alfred suddenly stood up, pointed finger in the air as if he had a great idea.

“The amazing hero Alfred will be right back! Stay put!” the hyper American grabbed his mobile phone and scrolled through the contacts until it landed on Japan. He waited for him to pick up. One beep, two, three. “Hai?” “Japan! Hey dude!” “America? What do you need?”

“Umm, China has me watching ___ for a while and I heard she had been around you a lot.” “hai” “And I was wondering what she likes to do..” “Werr she enjoys praying Shogi” “I know, I just don’t own that”

“Oh, she rikes reading” America sighed “Does she like anything fun?” “Isn’t that fun?” He mentally facepalmed “Never mind, bye” he hung up before Kiku could respond. Alfred scratched his head in though as he returned to the living room where you were at.

“Hey ___! I know what we-” he cut himself off when he didn’t see you where he had left you. He started frantically searching for you. “___!____!? God China’s going to kill me! She’s not outside. Not in the closet, or under the bed” he was just beginning to lose him mind when he walked by his room.

Seeing the door wide open he ran in, letting his shoulders slump at the sight of you looking at a comic book he owned. He quickly snatched it away, causing you to gasp, not knowing he was there. “Aha, this is a bit to explicit for your age” “What’s that mean?”

“Oh, umm. Nothing” he reached up and place the mature comic on the top of his book shelf away from you. “You almost made me lose my head. China would kill me if I lost you” “Gomen” you responded, hanging your head slightly. “It’s alright” he lightly rubbed the top of your head.

“I just really like hero’s” you smiled at the thought. “Whoa really!” his sudden outburst startled you “Yea, There just so cool” Holding back the urge to have a fan-boy spazum, he closed his eyes and twisted his torso around in joy. “Who is your favorite?” “Captain America!” “Mine too!”

~Time Skip 10 pm~

China wondered through the halls of America’s house.“Hei! America, ____! Anyone ho-” China stopped himself once he spotted the sleeping figures in America’s room. Walking closer he smiled at the sight of America and ____.

Cozy under a fluffy American flag blanket, America had his arms around you protectively while you lightly clutched his shirt. There were comic book scattered on the ground and the TV had a smallville episode playing. China switched the TV off and leaned over America to kiss your forehead. Not wanting to disturb you both, China left. Deciding to come back later tomorrow for you.