Around The World ( Hetalia X Reader)

The shirt ~ America X Reader

"Alfred!" You yelled, covering your eyes. "Put your shirt back on!"

"Whaaat?" Alfred turned his head so he could see you.  Your face and neck were flushed a deep shade of red.  He grinned, a sudden devilish plan poping into his head. "(Y/n~)" He called seductively.

You heard his footsteps approaching and tried to back away, but seeing you couldn't see where you were going, you backed into a wall.  You refused to uncover your eyes.  "Alfred just put it back on!" You pleaded.

"Well~" He pured.  You let out a little squeak as you felt his long, slender fingers wrap around your wrists.  He gave them a small tug but you held fast, pressing your hands harder against your eyes.  "I could do that.  But I could also try too seduce you with my beautiful abs~" He pured in a low voice.

"No!" You ripped your wrists out of his grip, allowed yourself one second on vision to locate the door and booked it out of Alfred's room.  "If you don't have one on by the time I come back, I will kick your butt!" You yell as you run down the hallway and lock yourself in your American friend's bathroom.

Your heart hammered in your chest as you leaned against the white wooden door.  Sure, Alfred was one of your closest friends, but seeing him shirtless made your feelings swing out of control.  You had been harboring theses tingly feelings for him for as long as you could remember. 

You had managed to suppress them for awhile now and you thought you were finally getting over them. Everything had been under control until he had to take off that damn shirt. 

You sighed and flicked on the light switch.  Light floods the small room , permitting you to see.  You leaned over the sink, staring into your (E/c) via the mirror.  You pushed your (H/c) hair out of your face and sucked in a deep breath.

There was a knock on the door.  "(Y/n)." You heard Alfred's muffled voice through the door.  "You can come out you know."

You blinked once at your reflection in the mirror and fixed your hair before placing your hand on the doorknob.  "Wait," You froze.  "Do you have a shirt on?"

You heard a sigh from the other side. "Just open the door."

You took a deep breath and pulled the door open. Alfred stood there, grinning proudly.  Shirtless.

"Damn it, Alfred!" You yelled. Without thinking it through, you pulled your (f/c) shirt off over your head and threw it at Alfred. "Put it on!" You demanded.

Alfred's face turned a dark shade of red as his eyes gilded over your chest. "O-ok." He stuttered, yanking the shirt over his head.  It was too small for him and outlined his muscular chest but it was better than nothing. 

The two of you stood there in silence before a cold draft reminded you that you were standing in front of your crush, the only thing covering your chest was your bra.  "Oh my god!" You tried to cover yourself, retreating into the bathroom, kicking the door shut.  "Alfred I need it back!" You pressed your back to the far wall.

"No, I think I'll keep it." He laughed.  "I like the colour!"

You panicked and ripped an American flag towel of the towel rack, wrapping it around yourself.  You burst through the door and tackled the laughing American.

"Give it back!" You gripped at the shirt's collar. "Please"

You had been so focused on regaining your shirt, you hadn't noticed your faces were only an inch appart.  You froze. 

Alfred smiled.  "Hello, beautiful."

Your breath caught in your throat as he laced a hand around your neck, pulling your face down towards his. The moment your lips touched, you swore sparks flew.