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Brother!America x Sister!Shy!Reader
pessimistic (adj.): tending to see the worst aspect of things or believe that the worst will happen
"(Name), quit staring all googly-eyed at your crush. I'm trying to eat."
At your elder brother's words, your cheeks erupted into flames. "I-I was not!" You nervously messed with your sleeves, avoiding his gaze. "I was just worried, that's all. They've just been sitting there, alone, doing paperwork for the past few hours. I was just wondering if they were okay."
Alfred grinned sheepishly. "That's probably my fault. They've been cooped up inside doing paperwork the whole week, so I thought I'd bring them to the bar so they could watch old Iggy-Brows while I spend some quality time with my baby sis." You rolled your eyes, blushing lightly as he slung an arm over your shoulder.
When he saw your gaze wander back to the overworked country, he frowned a bit. "Lil' Sis, you should go talk to them if you're so worried." Your eyes widened as you wildly shook your head.
"N-no, I can't! I'd be too scared to talk to them, I can't! I'd just make a fool of myself, and they'd laugh at me, and--" A hand that smelt faintly like McDonald's cupped over your mouth, efficiently cutting off your short tangent.
"(Nickname), stop being such a downer and just trust me when I say that they won't laugh at you. They're a good person, which is probably the reason I'm not beating the crap out of them for being my baby sister's first crush. Go talk to them, I'm sure they'll enjoy your company."
You still shook your head, eyes teary. You were simply too scared to approach them, and so many things could go wrong. You didn't want to risk it.
Frowning, the sky-eyed American removed his hand, sighed, and pulled out a flask from within his jacket. "This, my dear baby sister," he held the metal container up to eye level, "is a special drink. It's liquid courage."
Tilting your head to the side, you echoed, "Liquid courage?"
He nodded. "Yep, liquid courage. You just drink it, and it'll give you the bravery to go talk to your crush. You dig?"
Hesitantly, you reached for it. Unscrewing the cap and sniffing the clear liquid, you frowned. "Big Brother, it smells like Bud Light."
The towheaded man abruptly stood, biceps bulging as he did a muscle pose. "Yesterday, you said tomorrow! Don't let your dreams be dreams! Just DO IT!" He yelled in his best Shia LeBeouf impersonation, gaining strange looks from several tables around you. As you laughed, he grinned, knowing it was a surefire way to persuade you.
"Fine." With a resigned sigh and a lingering chuckle, you screwed your eyes shut and tipped the flask up. Several gulps later, you slammed it down on the table, a faint echo resonating within the empty container.
"Big Bro, I feel so much better!" You slurred, eyes lazily crossing before focusing back on his cerulean orbs. "Thanks for that whatcha-ma-call-it stuff,"
"No prob, Sis." Alfred grinned, patting you on the back. Taking you by the shoulders, he spun you around and nudged you towards your crush. "Now go get some!"
"Yessir!" You saluted, stumbling towards him.
Alfred smirked. Thank God she's a terrible drunk.
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Twirling your pencil around in your hand, your bored gaze never shifted as your English teacher was partnering the class up. Alfred sat a few desks away from you, and you wondered if the two of you would have to be partnered. He was such a thorn in your side. He keeps acting like he’s this hero, this funny guy. He refuses to see how he has this messed up image issue. It felt like Mrs. Schwartz was punishing you way more than Alfred. Sure, he could lose his dream college, but you had to put up with the guy. He was such a d*ck to you the other day. Not to mention it was the first day of the month!
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Okay, okay, I know it's terrible, but I had a bit of writer's block... (I literally just spent five minutes staring at this screen, trying to remember the word 'writer's block'--that's how bad it is. )
Anyway, this is 6/100... 6% done... Hurrah~ ;w; Thanks for reading my crap writing anyway.
I DON'T OWN HETALIA OR THE IMAGE.
Arigatou gozaimasu,
Ima G. Nation
Anyway, this is 6/100... 6% done... Hurrah~ ;w; Thanks for reading my crap writing anyway.
I DON'T OWN HETALIA OR THE IMAGE.
Arigatou gozaimasu,
Ima G. Nation
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Man I want Alfred to be my brother now..