AmericaxReader- His Best Sidekick

Note: (Country)= random country name you like.  

~FUSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSO~ = POV switch. xD

   He was sitting on his own bed, gazing at the star scattered navy sky through the window, smiling at the atmosphere that’s out of reach. I stepped out of the shower while drying my hair; wore black boots, camouflage trousers and a white singlet. Oh, and that cute little round American flag printed necklace he gave me for my birthday. I sat on my own provided bed while throwing the towel in the laundry bag. I eyed him suspiciously because the America I knew was usually louder than the fireworks in Hong Kong during Christmas.

   “Look at that pretty sky.” America ushered. And so I did, I stared at it for a few seconds and furrowed my brows in frustration.

   “Yeah, it’s so pretty it’s like it’s mocking us. It’s just not fair, everything else is ugly down here while its so beautiful up there.” I said.

   “There you go again, you and your emo tantrums!” He sighed and rolled his eyes.

   “Yeah, well, you’ve done a pretty good job putting up with me for the last 400 years.” I teased. 

   “Touché, ma’am.” He cooed.

   “I don’t want to play tag right now.” I glared at him. I hate it when people refer to me as a ‘girl’, ‘lady’ or anything feminine. America does it to me from time to time when he’s bored to get me to chase him around. And then England would give us an earful about behaving like children at all the wrong times. Well, I should’ve tried to suppress myself during that one world conference. Hell, we made Italy (Veneziano) Cry! Because the ‘hero’ tripped his pasta, five times! You should’ve seen it, Germany was comforting Italy while glaring at us like we were potatoes and he was about to mash us for supper. Romano was swearing all over the place in Italian, I didn’t understand what the heck he was saying but luckily he didn’t send the mafia on us. Or make us face the corner.

   “But I want to, ma’am.” America smiled cheekily.

   “Dude, you want to make more people cry?”

   “Ma’am~ Girl~ Lady~” He started to stretch the words! Hold it in, (Country). Hold. It. In. We’re in the middle of war! Be more levelheaded! Like Iggy would say: ‘ I raised you better than that!’

   “What? Too girly to catch me?” THAT WAS THE LAST STRAW.

   I sprang up from the bed and we went Tom-and-Jerry all over the room. He was fast, well he’s America. But hey, so was I. We turned the whole room upside down until I glomped him to the floor.

   The next second, I opened my eyes to find my face inches away from his. His baby blue eyes staring right into mine through Texas. His eyes are beautiful. They shine prettier than the stars outside.

   “…You have beautiful (color) eyes, (Country)…” He muttered loud enough for me to catch it.

   A shade of pink tinted our faces and we sat up immediately.

   Cue awkward silence and gaze avoiding.

   That was just downright embarrassing! What was I thinking? Crushing on him at a time like this? Man up, (Country)! Oh, why did I agree to share a room with him?

  It was the year 2100, the whole world was in war against the zaliens. Yes, you heard me. Zaliens. These foreigners came without a warning a few months ago. They are vicious, bloodthirsty, bloody stubborn and ugly. These hideous creatures destroy everything in their path, gobbling up every piece of hazard, devouring the innocent land and turning what was once beautiful into a piece of slimy hell.

   It was chaos.

   People dying, children crying, soldiers fighting… And the unbearable pain of witnessing fellow nations fall… Why were they called zaliens you ask? Because they resurrect twice! It takes 3 bloody times to kill them, completely. And they get stronger at every respawn. They’re like zombies but much more terrible adding that alienic ability. The mere thought about them makes me sick.

   “(Country)."

   “Huh?” I snapped out of my thoughts and revert my gaze on him.

   “Spacing off again, huh? You’re clenching your fist too tight.” After he said that, slight pain was tingling at my hands.

   “Sorry…”

   “It’s cute.”

   “What?” WHAT?!

   “You spacing off. At a time like this.” He laughed.

   “S-shut up! You were the one who made me chase you!” Can you believe this guy?

   “I was just tryina to relieve your stress. Even though you’re badass and the best sidekick I’ve ever had, you’re still a girl.” He… was worried?

   “S-stop calling me that, dammit!”

   “Hahahaha! Your face is pink again! THE COLOR YOU HATE!” He rofl’d. Literally.

   I was fumed, I grabbed a pillow next to me and started hitting him with it. We had a small pillow fight until we ran out of juice and plopped onto the floor laughing together like kindergarten kids. He was right though, I do feel a lot better. This war is tiring, even blasting zombie aliens could get boring and stressful.

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   She’s laughing, good. The hero’s work is done! Her laugh is so cute, I don’t get to hear it much often now because of those damned bastards.

   It’s hell out there and I already feel bad for letting her join the war. I hope she doesn’t lose it, or worse.  If she weren’t the country with the most advanced military, I wouldn’t risk my best friend.  This isn’t just any kind of war. Battling them isn’t that easy, it’s much more difficult compared to my Wii-U. I swear when this is over I’m not going to play zombie games for a while. Gah! Why we just go back to the good old days?

   “America?” 

   “Yeah?”

   “I miss the good old days." 

   “Dude, you must be psychic!” she read my mind! She rocks.

   “Haha, like when we were mere kids running around with Iggy.”

   “And then getting independence together and go on heroic adventures together, ” She must be the only girl to make heroes fall, she’s just awesome! 

   “(Country)…”

   “Hello, Mr. America? (Country)?” Lithuania knocked and poked his head in. I looked up to see him giving us a weird look. (Country) quickly scrambled up.

   “Sorry!” She said.

   “Yeah, we we’re just having a pillow fight and forgot to get up from the floor. So, whatchu want?” I sat up.

   “Uh huh… Oh, Mr. China, Mr. Japan and Mr. Russia wants to see you now. Ward H3.”  He told us.

   “Do we have to?” I whined.

   “We’ll be right over.” (Country) said with a smile. Cute.

   “Okay, goodbye.” And with that, Lithuania shuffled off. Do people still shuffle anymore? But damn, he got moves!

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   I just bet he’s laughing at Lithuania’s shuffling thinking that “Party Rock Anthem” is so last century or something. I got the rest of my war suit on and hit him on the back of his head.

   “Ow! Hey! What?”

   “Come on.”

   “Where to?”

   “You’re unbelievable.”

   “That’s why you like me.” He made a heroic pose.

   I turned around to hide my pink cheeks, and headed for ward H3. I hear him shouting behind but I ignored and walked faster.

   The ward smelled of weird medicine and chemicals that are foreign to my nose. 2 beds situate together, there lies China and Japan, close together. Bandages cover most of their body hiding scratches, burns, bite marks; revealing how we nations can be so helpless. The oldest one, China scowled as if he can see the zaliens once he shut his eyes as he held his brother Japan’s hand tightly, refusing to let go. Russia, was sitting next to China’s bed with his left arm in a cast and a few cuts here and there. I frowned. They were strong nations, to think that I could see them cornered while trembling in fear makes my stomach go swirly.

   “Hello.” Russia turned to us and said cheerfully.

   “Ah, America-san. (Country)-san.” Japan opened his eyes and struggled to sit up from his bed.

   “No, no! Don’t get up.” I rushed to his side and helped him lie back down. China still holding his hand, smiled at us gratefully. 

   “Yeah, gramps, forget about your formality rules for once. We didn’t go through all that trouble to see your formal greetings.” America said.

   “Xie xie, aru. Fei chang gan zi! Thank you so much, (Country), America!” China looks like he was about to bawl!

   “Hai, if it weren’t for you guys, we would be, what you call, ‘toast’.” Japan smiled brightly.

   “Oh it was nothing! The hero was just doing his job!” America laughed.

   “I’m sorry we couldn’t get there any sooner.” I held Japan’s hand, it felt fragile and cold. 

   “Nonsense! You helped more than enough. I… I thought I was going to lose Japan,” He sniffed. “T-thank you!”

   “If only we could’ve saved the rest, you were the last one we could save, I'm sorry.” I said.

   “Don’t feel guilty! At least we saved 3 of them right?” America put his hand on my shoulder.

   “The whole Asia was wiped out by zaliens! First Africa then Asia, what’s next?” I furrowed my brows in anger and sighed.

   “Don’t be angry at yourself. We are most grateful that you saved us, good girl.” Russia moved next to me and patted my head with his good hand.

   “I just wish I could’ve done more. I’m sorry that you lost so many brothers and sisters, China.”

   “It’s okay, really, at least Japan is safe now. Thank you.” China smiled.

   “I helped too, you know.” America said.

   “(Country), don’t be so sad. When I'm better, I’ll gift you some manga, okay?”

   “Hey, I want the latest gaming system, PLEASE!” America shouted.

   “No, it’s okay, please recover soon! You guys are like brothers to me, please get some rest.”

   “Shi de, aru.”

   “Da.”

   “Hai.”

   I kissed them all on the forehead and left.

   I was sulking in the pantry while sipping (Favourite drink) while gazing out the window. I still felt guilty. America walked in. He made some coffee and sat next to me.

   “You took all the credit.” He said.

   “Are you really jealous? You win wars all the time. Can’t you be considerate and care about them for once?” I said.

   “Jealous, yeah. But, no, not for that.” He pouted. What is he up to?

   “What are you talking about? It’s not like you to beat about the bush."

   “Dude, you are my best friend. Please don’t die. I don’t want you to die.” What’s happening? Why is he getting all sentimental?

   “Are you okay?” After I end my speech he smacked his lips right on to mine. What. What. What. What.  My widened eyes eventually close and I melted. He wrapped his arms around me. A few seconds later, I pulled away and stare at him.

   “I love you, (Country). You’re awesome. I don’t want to lose you.”

   “So, you’re jealous I kissed them on the forehead?”

   “Not gonna lie, yes. But not anymore cuz i just stole your first kiss.”

   “What the hell? Why now? Why is my brain saying ‘ well that escalated quickly’?”

   “If I don’t say it now, I’m afraid of not getting the chance.”

   “You… you cheesy bastard!” my cheeks were scarlet red all of a sudden. He just laughed and hugged me.  We continued to talk while gazing at the stars. We drifted to sleep in each other’s arms.

   The sudden burst startled us awake. It was Italy.

   “America, sir!” One of the soldiers said while carrying a limping Italian.

   “Help, you have to help, you will help, si?”

   “Whoa, Italy, slow down and tell us what happened.” America said.

   “Help, help. Germany, Romano and England are defending Switzerland, Hungary, Austria and Liechtenstein! They can’t hold on any longer, help!”

   “Awaiting your orders, sir!” the soldier said.

   “Send troops to them, ASAP!” America said and the Soldiers rushed off. We carried Italy to the emergency ward because he past out after he delivered his message. 

   There were tears in Italy's eyes. 

   America looked at me and I looked at him. He held out his hand to me, “Ready for another battle?”

   “Just grab your gun and keep your new flirty ability to yourself on the battlefield.” I said and took his hand.