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America x reader x 2p America Time 2


You were walking to the cafe. You sat down near a table outside of the cafe so Alfred can see you quickly. You started to check your phone for messages, hoping for Alfred to message you. A quick glance at the time on your phone, 2:31 pm. You couldn't wait for Alfred!

"Hey Doll Face, this seat taken?" A voice towered above you. You looked up and saw a tall, tan-skinned man with a dark colored bomber jacket, reddish brown hair with aviators hiding his eyes even though it was a cloudy day. He had this smirk on his face that tells you that he's up to no good.

"Um, it's for someone I'm waiting for." You said to him. You wanted him to leave right now but you also wanted to be polite to him.

"Great! I'm also waiting for someone. We can both wait together." He assisted himself to the other seat that was supposed to be reserved for Alfred. Your brows furrowed together at him but didn't say anything.

"What's your name, doll?" He asked you. You looked at him and his smirk didn't leave his face.

You internally fought against yourself if you should give your name. All your life it was always, 'don't give any personal information to a stranger' but, isn't that how starting friendships work?

"I'm ______." You said to him, extending your hand. You wanted to at least make this guy your acquaintance. The world is pretty much a small place so you could meet him again.

He took your hand and shook it too roughly for your choice. "Name's Al, sweet cheeks." He flashed a smirk. You didn't know what was bothering you, the annoying smirk he always shows or the fact he keeps giving you nick names when you just met.

"Hello Al." You murmured, trying to get your phone to avoid another conversation.

After a few minutes, "Have I seen you before?" He asked ruining your wish for silence.

You looked at him and raised your eye brow. "I feel like I've seen you before. Been to this cafe more than once?" He asked again.

"Yeah, I have." You replied, cutting your answers short.

Then, he lifted his aviators to his hair to show you his red eyes. You were slightly surprised at his eyes; they were rare to find but did not show this to him. His brows knitted together. "But, still doesn't feel right. I feel like I've met you before." You thought for a minute. "_______," he slowly repeated your name, "sounds like I met someone with that name before." Strange, now that you think about it, Al does sound like a familiar name.

"Your name sounds familiar." You told him. His smirk left and was replaced with a hopeful smile.

"So we did met before, haven't we?" He asked, leaning back to his chair.

I shrugged. "Al's a pretty common name." You remarked.

It was his time to shrug. "I don't know, you seem familiar right now. And ______ is something I've heard here and there too."

"Yeah." You muttered. But, there was something bothering you. The way he said your name, it felt like it flowed like smooth water from his mouth, almost like it was natural for him to say your name. And, that way he says it feels so...........nostalgic. You stole a glance at Al. Somehow, he did remind you of someone. Someone......

Your mind clicked and your eyes went wide, mouth slightly agape. You look at him again. The hair, the build, the smile or his smirk, yes, that must be it! "Well, you look a lot like my friend." You said under your breath. The thought of Alfred really made you happy and you couldn't hide a small smile.

He looked at you and raised his brow. "Oh really?" You were surprised that he heard you but still nodded. He frowned, that's a first. "His name wouldn't be Alfred F. Jones, would it?"

Your eyes were wide in shock. He knows Alfred? "You know Alfred?" You asked, stunned.

He looked at you again, looking up and down. "Yeah I do. So, you're also a 'friend.'" Al said word friend sarcastically.

"Are you his cousin or something 'cause you two look alike." You commented, slowing loosing your "polite" façade when you got to the topic of Alfred, dropping some shortened words here and there. But, you still didn't ask much. You were a terribly shy person and you wondered how you were able to talk to a familiar-looking stranger.

He grunted, hate in his eyes. "You can say that."

You were about to ask him another question when, "_______!" And you know that voice anywhere. You saw Alfred, smiling and waving at you.

You smiled and waved at him back but, he seemed not to notice Al in front of you. But then, too late, Al smirked rather evilly. And you head him mutter, "it's show time."

He stood and turned to Alfred. Alfred's face went from smiling to a face of shock and then anger. "Well, well, well, what a coincidence pork chop. Who knew you were also going here?"  Pork Chop? That wasn't nice.

Alfred gritted his teeth and scowled at him. "What are you doing here?"

He smirked and slung his bat on his shoulder. Wait, a bat? Where did that come from? You saw the bat with nails on the end, and you can see the dried blood on them. You gulped unconsciously as you stared on the bat, your heart starting to pound louder and louder. Al answered in a kind of matter-of-fact tone. "To play with you, porkchop. It's our monthly play date now." Monthly play date? You wondered in your head.

Before Alfred was going to say anything, you couldn't hold your curiosity anymore. "What's going on here?" The two glanced at you, like it seems they forgot about you during their conversation. You don't know where that courage to speak up came from but you were glad you had it.

Al evilly grinned. "Well dollface, Alfred here and I have some things to do here." But he looked at Alfred. "Unless you forgot about it." Al scowled through his aviators. But Alfred didn't reply.

"_______! Get away from here!" Alfred said in a fearful tone. "You aren't safe! He might hurt you!" Hurt me? Why would he hurt me? 

Al chuckled a bit darkly. "Nah, I won't hurt her," he looked at Alfred. "But, if you aren't cooperative, we might be painting the town red later, literally." He stressed out the word you.

Your eyes went wide as you heard that. Was that suppose to be an idiom or did he really mean that? You trembled without you knowing and your breaths became faster and shorter. "W-what?" You shakily asked him.

"Just go!" Alfred shouted, loud enough to make other people hear. W-wait, where is everyone? You looked around to see no one, which is unusual for the famous cafe. You sprang up from your seat and rapidly looked around.

"W-where is everyone?" You asked rapidly in panic.

Al raised his eyebrow. "What? The cafe closed already." But the cafe doesn't close until 3:00 pm, you thought. But, you looked at your watch, 3:30 pm. You shook your head. But, that felt like only five minutes! You mentally groaned to yourself, great, I did it again.

You always had a thing with time. Sometimes, time would run so fast when you are in panic while sometimes, time is so slow when you're relaxing, or vice versa. Weird right? Well, you learned to accept it but it has it's ups and downs.

"Ah, it happened again." ________ muttered inwardly, sighing in annoyance. But in a flash, you were forcefully held on the shoulder. You quickly glanced up to see Alfred, with his hand on your shoulder. You slightly felt warmth all over you as you were silently screaming in fangirling. But, you blocked that thought out, thinking that there is a grave situation that needs your focus.

"What are you doing?" Al asked, his glasses were a bit down to see his pair of crimson red eyes.

"I'm just going to take _______ home." He told you. "Since its pretty obvious that she isn't going anywhere with you." Wow, for once, he read the atmosphere, you thought, chuckling to yourself. And he's being the hero, you gave a small smile as you thought of that.

"And we aren't going to hang out?" Al was getting angrier by the second, stressing the word hang out quite roughly. He gripped his bat more. "Look Pork chop, I wasted time to get here so don't you-"

"We are. I'll just take her home first." Alfred cut Al out. You have never heard Alfred use a very serious tone like right now. You saw that Al was quite ticked off by getting cut off.

"Oh, you were supposed to hang with her?" Al asked. Isn't it that obvious? You thought. Man, they must be related.

"Yeah, we were." He said to him proudly. "_______," you turn around to see Alfred frowning. "I know that we were supposed to have a hangout together but, I have to go with him first, as much as I would want to ditch him for you. I-It's complicated."

You felt heat on your face as he said, 'for you.' You replayed how he said that I'm your head over and over again. "Hey, dude, you alright? You're not talking and your face is red."

You snapped from your train of thought to smile at him. "I'm fine Alfred. And, I understand."

Al kept quiet for a few seconds but then smirked evilly. "No need for you to take her home."

"What? I'll leave her to go home by herself? That's so not cool dude!" Alfred argued.

"Since when did you become the gentleman?" Al muttered loud enough to make you hear it. You laughed a bit at the joke, remembering how much Arthur, another friend of Alfred used to tease him a lot.  Arthur , you thought, frowning slightly, Wwe never do get along quite well. Why you don't get along should be left to be told in another day. 

"It's alright Alfred." You spoke and the two looked at you. You noticed that Alfred's hand was still on your shoulder. You panicked and as much as possible, you move forward, just enough to let Alfred's hand let go but not too much to be near Al. "I can go home by myself."

Alfred pouted. "But _________,"

"I think it's better like that, I already came in between your hang out so, I think it's right." You flashed a smile to Alfred. "We can just have another day to hang." You turned to Al. "I'm sorry for getting in the way."

"No need to apologize Doll Face," he walked up to you and put his hand on your shoulder, with the greatest smirk you have ever seen. And he put his aviators a little more down for you to stare in his burning crimson eyes.

"'Cause you'll be coming to us," he went closer to your ear and whispered, "and I won't take no for an answer."
Hello Everyone! Thank you for reading this new chapter! 

So, the reader has met Allen. Will they get along? What will happen to their hang out? Find out in the next chapter. 

Also, in my writing style, I do not put time skips. In place of them, I usually put a really big space to indicate a time skip. The thoughts of a certain character will be in italics. The main POV of this story is the reader's but I shall indicate a POV switch. 

Thank you once again and have a good day! :) Comments and remarks will be much appreciated! 

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