AmericaXReader Scary Movies

AmericaXReader
Scary Movies

"Hey dudes! I'd like to introduce you to [Name]! She's a new country that formed!" America called to the Allies. You were standing beside him looking out of place in you [favourite band] -shirt and jeans. Your country had just formed but people swarmed to it, like moths to a flame. Right now, you were a country of rocking teenagers, and you loved ever moment of it.
"Hey!" you greeted the rest of the countries. They just stared at you.
"Mon amie, she reminds me of you when you went through tat punk phase."
"Shut up, frog."
You leaned over towards America, "France and England?"
"Holy Shit Dude! How did you know?" he shouted
"Pretty obvious with those accents."
"But, dude, you know their names just by their accents!" he shouted again.
"Just because I'm a rocker doesn't mean I'm stupid. I do my homework, America aka Alfred F. Jones, 19 years old, favourite food: Big Macs form the downtown Detroit McDonalds, shoe size 10mens and favourite color: sky blue. Who also has a slight hero complex and watches "scary" movies as a hobby, even though your scared shitless of them," you listed off matter-of-fact-ly. You weren't usually like this but you hated it when people judged you on your appearance.
"Those movies are too scary, Dudette."
"How 'bout I show you a truly terrifying movie by my standards, and we'll see who's is scarier," you challenged.
"Fine, my place, 5:30 tonight. Be there."
"Fine by me. May the best movie win," you said with a smirk.
"Can ve start za meeting now?" asked a blonde man, his head in his hand.

Later that Night

You and America, or Alfred as he asked you to call him, had just finished watching his scary movie. It just consisted of a spooky voice and a couple of pictures of dead people. You had laughed at the whole thing, while Alfred had Mr. Pillow in a death grip.
"[Name], how c-can you laugh a-at this? I mean, dude, it-it's scary."
"Not really Al, it's just a bunch of photos, and photos can't hurt you. Unless you count a paper cut of course," you laugh. "Anyway it's time for my movie now!"
You go over o the DVD player and pop in [favourite horror movie].

10 minutes later

"Okay [Name]! Your movie is scarier, now turn it off!" shrieked Alfred. He was clutching Mr. Pillow so hard; it had started to rip in half.
"Gladly!" you exclaim. You weren't fairing any better. The movie seemed scarier then before, maybe from Alfred's sound effects. After you turned off the TV, you turned on the light and sprinted back to the couch. You and Alfred were still shacking in fright after ten minutes of the TV being off.
"H-hey, [Name]."
"W-what is it Al?"
"D-do you want to stay h-here tonight?"
You gulped, "Y-yeah, I think that would be best."
You both got off the couch carefully, as if there was a monster sleeping under it. A monster with huge claws and teeth that were dripping crimson from its last meal, and eyes that were the purest form of red ever seen, and could see your deepest fears and turn them into reality…
Alfred apparently was thing the same thing, as he grabbed your hand and sprinted to his bedroom. Once there you both collapsed on the floor, gasping for air.
"H-hey Al?"
"Ya-yah?"
"You're crushing my hand. Can you let go?" you said blushing.
"O-oh, yeah. S-sorry," he muttered pulling his hand away while blushing furiously. You two sat in silence for a few minutes until the power went out.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" you both screamed and you grabbed the closest thing and held onto it for dear life. The storm raged outside, causing branches to scrap against the window and create shadows that danced across the wall.
"H-hey, [Name]?"
"Yah?"
"You're crushing me. Can you let go?"
"Sorry Al-," you were cut off by him wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his lap. "A-al?"
"The hero is suppose to comfort the damsel in distress, isn't he?" he murmured into your hair. Your head was pressed into his chest and you could hear his rapid heart beat. Even in the dark you could tell his face was red and so was yours.
"I didn't think it would matter what I was wearing," you weakly joked as you snuggled closer.
"H-hey [Name]?"
"Yeah, Al?" you say sleepily.
"I love you- I mean, I love that you're here-!"
"I love you too, Al."
"W-what?"
"You heard me, hero. The damsel loves her hero, too. And this," you lift your head up to look at him, your lips inches away from meeting, "is your reward." Your lips crash against his and after only a small moment of shock, he kisses back. After a few moments of pure bliss, he pulled away to breath.
"Now that beat spidey's upside down kiss any day," he smiled.