AmericaXReader chapter 1

AmericaXReader
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Chapter 1: Trouble brewing


                                                The time was World War II
     Miles away… three men stood in a darkened room pouring over papers that laid spread out on a small metal table.
     "Vee… Are you sure this is going to work?" a voice said from the darkness. There was a cold laugh.
     "She is the key to his undoing. And even if she won't tell us what we want, we can still use her as bait. You would be surprised at the things a man would do for the one he loves." A second voice said.
     "Hai, I agree." The last man spoke.
     "Everyman has a weakness," the second man said picking up a photo of a young lady form the mess of papers on the table, "And we've found his."

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     "Hey (name)!" you looked up from the book you were reading to see Alfred standing not too far off in the grass holding a football. "Wanna play?" he asked excitedly grinning at you with his typical goofy grin.
     "No, not really Al." you sighed. He frowned.
     "Well why not?" he asked.
     "Because you usually end up tackling me, and I end up covered in grass stains and sore for a week. You really play to rough sometimes." You said turning back to you book. Alfred walked up to you and put his hand under your chin. Gently he pulled your face up so you would have to look at him.
     "Please! I promise I'll play nice." He begged giving you his sad puppy eyes. Oh those eyes…you couldn't say no to them no matter how much you wanted too.
     "That's a dirty trick Alfred." You said pulling your face from his hand. He gave you an innocent look. "Okay fine…I'll play." You put your book mark in the book and closed it, setting it down in the grass under the tree where you had been sitting. Groaning quietly to yourself, you got to your feet and walked a little way away from Alfred.
     "Ready?" he called to you holding the football with both hands looking like he was about ready to pass it.
     "As ready as I'll ever be." You said. Alfred laughed and threw the ball at you. It made a perfect spiral in the air as it flew at you. You caught it with both hands, hugging it close to your chest. You looked at the ball half expecting Alfred to come colliding into you any second, but he didn't. He was keeping to his promise of not playing rough and was standing about ten yards from you, giving you the 'are you going to throw it already?' look. You gripped the ball tightly as you placed your hands in the right spot. You took a deep breath and threw the ball at him. However, your passing skills were not anywhere near as good as Alfred's. The ball clumsily tumbled through the air, flying feet to his right. Laughing again, Alfred sprinted towards it, diving to catch it. You couldn't help but smile at him, because he reminded you so much of an overexcited puppy in that moment. Picking himself up from the ground, he motioned you to run to your left, which you did. Grinning, he threw the ball at you again.
     The game passed like this for a while. You and Alfred passed the ball between the two of you, laughing when ever either one of you would trip. You couldn't get over some of the catches he made. Your passed was…well…quite terrible and it caused him to have to sprint and jump and dive to get the ball half of the time, but you could tell he was having fun. You passing slowly improved as the game went on, and you were starting to enjoy yourself…until Alfred tackled you. He had just passed the ball to you and you were about to pass it back to him when he came running at you for the side. He grabbed you around the waist and pulled you to the ground, pinning you between his knees. He looked down at you grinning, his sandy-blonde hair hanging in his face, and his bright blue eyes twinkling at you from behind his glasses.
     "Ouch…there you go with the tackling again…" you glared up at him.
     "Sorry, I just got so excited, I couldn't help myself." He said panting slightly from running around.
     "Humph…" you turned your face away from him pretending to be madder at him then you actually were, and he bought it.
     "(name)…" he said turning your face back to him. "You're really not that mad are you?" the look on his face was priceless, and it took every ounce of yourself control not to laugh at him.
     "You promised to play nice." You said quietly.
     "I think I know something to make it up to you." He said a small grin playing across his face. You raised your eye brows.
     "Oh really? Is that s…" he cut you off by crashing his lips into yours. All your anger with him faded away, leaving your head spinning slightly. His kisses always did that to you. 'Another dirty rotten trick…' you thought. He broke off when you both needed air and rested his forehead on yours looking into your (eye color) eyes.
     "I hate it when you do that." You said giving him only a halfhearted glair.
     "Oh? Whys that?" he chuckled. You gave him a small smile.
     "Because I can't stay mad at you when you kiss me like that." He smiled at you.
     "I don't see how that is a bad thing." He said.
     "Of course you wouldn't." you laughed. He laughed as well and flopped down in the grass next to you. He wrapped his arms around you, and pulled you close to him so that your head was resting on his chest. You sighed and snuggled closer to him. "This is nice…so much better then football." You said Alfred chuckled.
     "You're such a cuddle bug." He said.
     "Yup, deal with it Jones!" you said playfully.
     "I'm not complaining." He said and kissed the top of your head. You spent a while lying out in the grass in the early afternoon light with Alfred gazing up at the clouds. You took turns pointing out clouds and saying what you thought that looked like, and laughing at some of the really random things you came up with.
     "What time is it?" Alfred asked after a while.
     "About…12:30. Why?" you said glancing down at your wrist watch. Alfred groaned.
     "I gotta go to an Allies meeting in a little bit." He sat up still holding you close to his chest. "Wish I didn't have to go. Hey (name)," he looked at you. "Are you sure you don't wanna come with?" you took his face in your hands looking straight into his eyes trying to make him understand what you were about to say.
     "Alfred, I told you…I don't want to get involved in your stupid war." You said. He nodded.
     "It's probably best if you didn't anyway. I wouldn't want you getting hurt, although I would be there to protect you." He wrapped his arms a little tighter around you. You felt so safe in his arms, and believed that nothing bad would ever happen to you as long as you had him.
     "And besides," you said grinning up at him, "saving the world is your gig."
     "True…very true." He chuckled. Letting you go he stood up and stretched.
     "What time do you think you'll be back?" you asked him, getting to your feet as well. Alfred shrugged.
     "No later than ten I'm hoping. Do you think you can manage until then?" he sounded kind of worried.
     "What do you think I can't take care of myself for a few hours?" you asked sarcastically. Alfred blushed.
     "No, no! It's not that! It's just…" he started to say, but you cut him off with a playful punch on his arm.
     "I'll manage, it's not like you're going to be gone for weeks." He brushed a stray piece of your (hair color) hair back behind your ear and pulled you face up to his for a kiss.
     "I just don't like leaving you alone." He said after breaking apart.
     "Don't worry about me, just go save the world okay." You said smiling at him.
     "I will! Because that's what a hero does!" he said in his 'hero voice' and disappeared into the house to get ready for the meeting. 'What a dork.' You thought smiling to yourself as you grabbed your book again.