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2p!America x Reader-Don’t go Ch.7

“Excuse me?”You chuckled nervously.

“Did you-a not hear me-a, idiota? Look around you. This-a world hasn’t gotten any better since I was-a last here.”Luciano muttered.

“You are an idiota! Mama mia!”Al mimicked with hand gestures.

“Grr!”Luciano pulled out a knife, but decided to put it away since he was injured after all.

“Didn’t know Luciano sounded like Mario.”You laughed.

“B*st*rd sounds like a messed up Mario.”Al muttered, then started laughing with you.

“When you’re-a done making fun of my accent, will you-a go home!! This is-a my side of the realm. Don’t-a go…then we’ll really-a have problems.”Luciano gritted his teeth.

“Ok, pasta, settle down.”Al chuckled and started walking away.

With that Luciano glared into Al’s back and looked at you. Nervously you went to pick up Al’s bat and looked back to Luciano. He was still looking at you.

“What the f*ck do you-a want!?”Luciano yelled.

“HEY!!! Don’t f*cking treat her like that.”Al shouted.

“Heh. You’ve gotten soft.”Luciano smirked.

“With (F/n) around, I get hard any day.”Al grinned.

“Wha….”You blushed.

“Nasty American…GET OUT!!!”

“Why the f*ck should I?”Al questioned.

“What is with your-a stupid American mind?”Luciano tried to not throw a knife into Al.

“I don’t know…I haven’t cleaned it in a while. It was pretty dirty in there last time I checked.”Al grinned, showing his missing tooth.

“I SAID GET OUT!!!”Luciano yelled his patience with Al gone.

“FINE!!”

Timeskip~!!!

“That happened.”Al muttered as he opened the door to his house.

It looked different from your usual imagination of his house, but contained what you knew would be there. Half destroyed couch, tables, and seats. Wait. Half destroyed couch? Why is that there?

“What’s up with the couch?”You asked.

“Matt did that.”Al threw his baseball bat out of your hands and onto the couch.

“Ok.”

Walking over to the couch, you sink in it and wait for Al while he goes to the kitchen. Finally. You were in 2p Hetalia, but you didn’t feel any different. Maybe it’s because you gotten used to Al and Luciano.

Plus it’s not like you’re gonna see any 2p’s. They’re probably out killing or at home. Rest of the 2p F.A.C.E must be with their new master. Though the curiosity lingered. What does Al do here? Who does he hang out with? Like tell your master everything!!!

At that moment Al came out of the kitchen with a beer in one hand and apple juice in another. The beer was probably for him since you were under aged. And alcohol never really caught your attention. Maybe when your older you might have a few sips now and then, but either than that. Whatever!

He sat down next to you, then immediately started drinking the beer. Nervously, you reached for your apple juice and started to sip it. Watching Al, it didn’t seem like he was going to stop. Like he wanted to forget something.

“You okay, Al?”You asked.

“I’m fine.”He muttered.”I’m gonna get another beer.”

“Why?”You grabbed his arm and made him look at you.

“…I need an excuse if we fight…”Al mumbled, still not looking at you.

“W-why would we fight?”

“You might wanna go home. You might worry about your parents. Everything that includes you leaving me!!”Al threw the bottle at the wall.

All the glass shards jumped back onto the floor. For some reason you actually felt a bit frightened. It might be because Al was now slightly intoxicated. He was panting angrily and looked back at you angrily. Slowly you backed away on the couch a bit.

It seemed like Al took notice of your actions, plus your expression. His face softened and he looked down with shame in his eyes.

“Dollface…I didn’t mean to scare ya…”

“I…I just need a minute.”You rushed out of the house.

Near the house was a big old tree, so you decided to go sit there. Al watched you from the window and your heart was pounding. Why was it though? You trust Al. Taking a few breaths, your heart began to pound real hard on your chest.

It hurt. It felt like your heart would just jump out of your chest. Tears formed in your eyes and they started to slip down. For a while you didn’t even notice them until Al looked upset with himself.

Slowly getting up, you were about to head into the house to clear the misunderstanding, but you heard a voice.

“Who are you?”

“What?”You turned around, to see a man right next to the tree.

He wore a Canadian mountie uniform, except without the hat. Instead it was a pair of shades that lay on top of his messy blond hair pulled back into a pony tail. Though he didn’t really seem to care on who you really are. His violet eyes seems bored and he had a hockey stick in his hand.

Immediately you knew who it was. 2p Canada!!!

“OH MY…IT’S YOU!!!”You began to fangirl.

“It’s me?”Matt seems confused and a bit scared.

“EEh!!! Okay, okay, I’m calm. I’m (F/n)!!”You squealed with a wide smile.

“Oookay. What does that have to do with me?”Matt looked around to see if he could escape.

“Come on, Matt!! Don’t be like that! We’re friends, ok, you can tell me anything.”You nodded; quite proud of yourself on how well this was going.

“…the f*ck. How the f*ck do you know my name!? I asked who the f*ck are you and you really haven’t given me a god d*mn answer!!”Matt snapped.

“Wow…your temper is probably worse than Al’s.”You stated.

“Huh…are you Al’s?”Matt said.

“I’m his master.”You smirked and headed inside, feeling all bubbly and giddy. 2p! 2p!! 2p!!! More!! You want to meet more!

Sneaking inside, you looked around to see where Al was. In the kitchen you heard the refrigerator door get closed. Checking in there, you noticed Al had already drank 3 cans of beer and was drinking another bottle of one.

“Al? Why are you drinking so much?”You asked nervously.

“(F/n)?”Al slurred.”I remember when you let me spank you.”

“I didn’t.”

“Then I got inside you. Ggggoood times!!”Al laughed for a while before glaring behind you.”Why the f*ck is he there?”

“Didn’t think you’d lose it now, f*ck face. Also didn’t think you’d be here.”Matt smirked.

“Maaaattie!!! Why are you being so mean to yo wittle bwuder?”Al said in a baby voice.”Well screw yo then!!”He shouted and threw the bottle as hard as he can. Then it hit the floor three feet in front of him.”Direct shot.”

What now? You looked at Al as if he came from another world. Drunk Allen wasn’t really doing so well on how to be sane. Matt rolled his eyes and sat on the couch. Then he stared at the half eaten part of the couch.

“So Canadia, how about your girl? Where is she?”Al pointed at him.

“I asked her if she wanted to come with me, but she was too busy b*tchin about her grades so I left.”Matt sighed.

“You got a teen too!! Sweeeeet.”Al giggled?

“Can I sit here next to you?”You asked Matt.

Matt’s violet eyes looked at you for a while before patting the seat next to him. Gladly you sat down, and you were still slightly spazzing. A 2p!! Though you did calm down and just smile on the couch like an idiot.

Al seems to get jealous. So he growled and barked at Matt. Then Matt threw a pillow from the couch onto Al’s face to shut him up. Knowing Al’s personality he would probably try and fight Matt now. But it seemed like drunk him wouldn’t do that.

“I’m too strong for you…”Al stumbled as he walked closer to the couch.

“Uh huh.”Matt grabbed the remote control for the T.V.

“So I’m just gonna sit here.”Al threw himself onto Matt’s lap, including your lap as well.

“Al?”You poked his head.

“Deal with me now motherf*ckers!!”Al yelled and had his hands up in the air. His left hand was the usual rock and roll hand sign. Then his right was just pointing the middle finger.

“You’re doing it wrong!”Matt tossed the remote onto Al’s head.

“Ow…zzzz.”Al snored.

“I-Is he sleeping?”You freaked out. Was he dead?

“He’ll be fine.”Matt said without a care in the world for his brother.

In shock, your mouth was half open while Matt was relaxed and watching a hockey game. How could he just lay there!!?? Al was still sleeping on his brother’s and girlfriend’s lap. It did look like he was tired. Yeah…let him sleep. He needs it.