What a terrible fate to have it storm on a day that it wasnt supposed to.
I wish i was granted the wish to control my own countries weather, apparently that was not on the 'contract'. The non-existent, dumb contract.
There is no way in hell that i am going home. Maybe i can find a motel.....or house. Something..
Oh well would you look at that. A house. With the light on. Just my luck to find it in the bad part of the neighborhood but who cares. Then again a hero doesnt need sleep! I can......nevermind.
(A/n: ••• means it changes to allens pov, *** is alfredo sauces)
i knocked on the door. No answer for a while till i hear footsteps. Oh sweet titty croissants here we go. I hope it isnt someone bad.
need i quote that i hope. I REALLY DO.
The door opens and a man is standing there.
Oh god.
No.
No.
NO.
•••
"Who the hell is up at this goddamn hour?"
I got up and walked toward the door...with my bat of course. I call her Liberty, because she gives people the freedom to go to hell. So anyways, the door opens and there stands him. The little shiteater himself, my 1p. My first thought was to slam the door on his face. That would be hilarious. But instead i felt like i should ask why the fuck he is at my place in a damn storm. "What do you want." I said in a tone more concerned than annoyed. "I..i..uh..well...erm...eh...." He was stuttering like someone was choking him. I was considering actually choking him if he didnt tell me.
***
I couldnt speak. Oh god oh god oh god i cant speak what will i do oh god he looks annoyed. This guy always makes me act like this. I hate him an all, but i cant speak around him!? Why? Also why do i feel...warm inside? Oh god oh god EEEEH. "Soiwaswalkingforabitbecauseiwasmadanditwasstormingcanistayforabit?" He raised his eyebrow, then sighed. "Hell no" he grunted. Oh wow way to be subtle about it. I complained, on accident...can you do that? I dont know, "Why not?! Please! Just one night."
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Fanfiction(A 2pAmerica x America ship) It wasnt well. A rough fight and a rainy night all in the same day, what house does Alfred F. Jones stumble upon? His polar opposite. They both thought at that moment, This wont work out. ((Cover art was two different p...
