AmericaXReader You Can Always Find Love in America

Slowly pulling yourself from the bed, arms aching, head pounding, you made your way to the window. You had been waiting a year for this spring day. It was supposed to be the best day of your whole life! But a month ago, on an icy road in Vermont, your fiancée was driving home from a late shift at work and crashed. Remembing it brought the same wave a grief back. Hurting so much you could barely stand.

He was the love of your life, even though you just turned eighteen a few months ago, and new he was the one for you. But not you sulked, moped, and cried. Sleeping half the day away, eating nothing, staring out your window, and screaming into your pillow at night. People tried to bring you out of the house, like your best frirnd America, and a few others, Canada, Finnland and England. But pushed them out to have room to sob.

Slipping on your slippers, you staggered out the door and gazed at the padlocked bedroom door. This was the home you were going to live in, raise a family in, and behind that doorcwas your room. Not baring to go into it or sleep in it. Bending down to take the black, soft blanket you always drag around and cover your frozen body with you hid your diseveled appearace, only showing you (e/c) eyes.

Walking down the stairs to the blue velvet couch with a dark stain of tears, you grabbed the TV remote to see what horrid things were going on in the world; terrorists, deaths, accidents, horrible laws, etc. But before you could sit down, the doorbell chimed, racking your body with a terrible vibration.

"I'm coming..." you said, voice horse.

The person pressed the doorbell again and again, the terrible chime eching in the silent house. Dling-dling-cing-dling! The noise was overwelming. Taking the cold door nob into your bony hand opening it to your best friend; America. He still wore his brown leather coat with the number fifty written on the back even though it was a prefect day. Or was the perfect day.

America gagged, "Oh God, ____, you reak!" He stepped back. "When's the last time you showered?"

"Before Vermont...now what do you want?"

"I just thought you might need company, that's all. Besides you are my best friend, I care so much about you!"

"You want to use the indoor barbeque, don't you, America?" He loved the little veranda the fire pit, pool, bar (even though both of you were to young and your fiancée's parents bought the place for you to as a wedding presant made sure it wasn't stalked), ping-pong table, and best of all the huge barbeque and smoker!  They made the best meat in the whole world.

"Please, ____? Besides you need to eat...and shower...because your a stink! And its Alfred."

Nodding in agreement, you did loose a good thirty pounds from lack of eating. "C'mon in..."

"Sweet! Burger time!" Alfred rushed in, blond hair in a wild mess. You didn't notice that he had been holding six grocery bags in each hand. Alfred first stopped at the frig and filled it with milk, eggs, cheese, etc. Then the cabinets and finally he went out to the veranda.

"You might want to shower, ____, I don't want the food to smell." Alfred said playfully. 

Slowly walking back into the house, blacket now falling off you shoulders, and climbed the stares to your room, which was originally the guest room. Choosing your black sun dress you wore to your fiancée's funeral and took off the black belt and put on a (f/c) belt. Laying it on the bed and slowly getting out of the pajamas you've been wearing for a month.

Turning on the hot water, and tried to comb out ghe knots but decided to let the conditioner do that, you stepped into the falling warm water. Washing the stink, knots, and shaving away all not wanted hair relacted you. Washing you puffy face from crying as you eyes were dried of their tears.

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Slipping on the dress, which was now too large for you, you had to ditch the belt and us a (f/c) sash. Tying in around your waist. Before you left, you opened the blinds and cracked open the window so the fresh spring breeze could get in. You nearly ran out to get to Alfred quicker.

Decending the stairs was a bit different; less stiff and not as heavy a burden. Walking through the kitchen and out into the veranda. Alfred was cooking away and the smell of ham burgers, his favorite, was strong and powerful in your nostrils.

"There's my beautiful friend!" Alfred said. "And you smell better too!"

"Haha...and, thanks."

"For the complement?"

"No, for coming over here." You smiled. "I guess that mouring has to end at some point and that point is now."

Alfred smiled and beckoned you closer. You walked toward the American, and he took you into a grand hug.

"I'm always here for you...in sickness or in health...as long as I shall live."

Tears a joy filled your eyes as you slowly pulled back, brushing your nose to his. "Alfred..." the smell of slowly burning meat now taking the place of your moment. "...the meat's burning."

"Oh, crap!"

Stepping away, you ran your fingers through your (h/c) and sighed. Flowers bloomed and birds sang and today was the first time you noticed any of them. Maine was beautiful in the spring time and you just noticed it now. Alfrew helped you notice it.

"Burgers are done!"

Alfred had already set the table with (f/c) plates and burger topings and different sides. Pickles, onions, frech fries, onion rings, bacon, BBQ sauce, ketchup, mustard, butter, letuce, tomato, and a lot of other things that he couldn't of cooked himself. 

"How did you make all this?"

"I'm a super genius!" Alfred grinned as he doctored uo his burger.

You put on all the things you loved on you burger and took a bite of delisiousness.

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Night fall came sooner than you thought. Talking and laughing and enjoying the time with your best friend flew. Nothing in the world could make you happier than being with Alfred. His blue eyes were the doors to your new found happiness. But soon you feared he had to go and you kept talking so he wouldn't. But that failed after midnight.

"Wow! Look at the time. Midnight!"

"Oh...so...you're leaving?"

"My brother might want me home...you get the idea..." Alfred smiled.

Getting up you both embraced. The American's arm around your waist as you walked him to the door, having you fill of fun to help you sleep tonight away. The smile on your face was now impossible to get off and you loved it.

"Come again tomorrow? I'll cook."

"Deal!"

Alfred grinned at you, his blue orbs staring into you (e/c). A moment of silence, peace, possibly love was in the hearts of the two of you. Not an once of grief filled you, like your fiancée's death never happened, like you never met him. This was right. It always has been. Always will be.

He leaned forward and whispered, "I have always loved you...even more than he."

With that, his lips found yours and locked to them in a passionate kiss. Mouths moving in unison and hearts fluttering at a million miles a second. He snaked his other hand around your waist as you took a hand and cupped his cheek. With your other hand you placed upon his neck, the fur of his collar on his coat ticklingv your wrist.

Pulling away you whispered, "I was too blind to see you right in front of me."

"Just remember," he whispered, "you can always find love in America..."