AmericaxReader: Sleep-Talking

  You rested your (h/c) head on America's shoulder gently. He insisted on you coming overnight to watch the 'Star Wars' marathon on TV but he didn't even make it through the second movie.

  But sci-fi movies were cool with you, even if the person beside you had fallen asleep in the midst of it. The fourth movie was on and it was hilarious seeing the lame special-effects compared to the previous movie.

  Turning slightly, you scanned America's face; he looked so peaceful, almost like a big child. Giggling a bit, a small blush ran across your cheeks and you rested on his shoulder again,"Hey America..."

  He didn't budge. 'How deeply asleep is this guy?' You thought to yourself as you stood yourself up and went to the 'hero's' bedroom to grab a blanket. It was like stepping into the world of comic book heroes and red,white and blue.

  Snatching a blanket, you walked tiredly down the halls in slippers, pajama pants and an oversized tee. Your (h/l)(h/c) hair was messed up and your (e/c) eyes brimmed with exhausted tears. It was 2 in the morning and you're best friend fell at about 11.

  Propping yourself next to America once more, you swing your feet onto the side and slung the blanket over both of your shoulders. You noticed America still had his glasses on so you slid them off; closing them and placing them on the coffee table.

  Ignoring the scene flashing on the screen, your eyes slid shut. You felt America's arm grab your waist as he pulled you to your side. He was still asleep and apparently did that involuntarily. But it felt warm and comfortable having his arms wrapped around you.

  Snuggling with him a bit, you started drifting off into a peaceful sleep. "______'s...hero..." Hearing America mumble in his sleep made your heart soar a bit.

  But you laughed a bit too,"Are you my hero America?"

  His grip tightened a bit more as placed his forehead on the back of your head,"Y-yea..." He mumbled again very drowsily.

  "Do you want McDonalds?" You snickered a bit at this hilarious sleep-talk session,"I'll get you an extra-large fries~"

  Again, he spoke with sleep in his voice,"I want...a Big Mac..."

  It was hard to contain the laugher from his responses now,"S-so...do you like me?"

  Expecting he would say something stupid about how you two were friends, you sat in wait for the answer. But his answer came as a shock to you,"No."

  Shooting up, you pried his fingers off of your waist,"Y-you don't like me America!?"

  "No...I love you..." Laying yourself back down, you took a minute to let it sink in. He didn't like you. He loved you. But that could've been a stupid, sleepy response. But then again, everything else seemed truthful.

  Turning around to face at the cute American boy, you rested your forehead on his and put your arms around him. How is everything going to go now? You know something that'll change your life now. How could you face him in the morning?

  You shook him a bit,"America...wake up..." He didn't budge,"America...wake up...!" You pleaded now, but still nothing. "Wake up...please...? Please...I want to talk to you now..." But your efforts were in vain since he didn't breath another word that night.

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  America awoke early next morning to see your face, a bit distraught in front of his. He smiled a bit and kissed your forehead gently,"I wish I could tell you...but you would never take it seriously." He sighed a bit, brushing a few strands of dirty-blond hair out of his face.

  Looking at the flickering screen, the 6th movie was ending and he simply reached for the remote and shut the TV off,'So much for that plan.' He thought a bit pissed as he positioned himself back next to you.

  Wrapping his bare arms around you, he snuggled a bit closer to you, sharing some of your body heat. Pulling a pillow under both of your heads, he tried to sleep again, seeing as how it was still dark out and a few more hours of sleep wouldn't hurt.

  But looking at you again, he sighed and sat up on the cushions, staring at you with a sweet smile.

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  Awakening the next morning, your nose was filled with the smell of America. But he wasn't there beside you. No, you were asleep in his bed, under his sheets and in his room. Looking around the room, you spied no trace of America himself though.

  You quickly stood up and went back into the living room. He wasn't sleeping on the couch either. 'Probably at McDonald's getting breakfast.' You assumed and snatched the blanket which was lazily tossed on the side.

  Walking back to his room, you fix his bed and go back to grab your things and change in his bathroom. "Hey ________! You awake yet!?" Hearing his voice made chills shoot up your spine. You didn't know he was home...

  "Y-yea..." You brushed some knots out of your hair and made your way back into the living room. Sure enough, he was sitting on the couch with a goofy smile plastered on his face. "Where were you hiding?"

  "I was outside for a bit." He said confidently,"Sorry I feel asleep on ya last night. I missed the best movies..."

  Your face heated up a bit, thinking about what he had spoken the night before. You couldn't say in now. If only he had woken up last night! "S-so..." Trying to avert his baby blue's, you turned your head away,"Um..."

  "Dude, are you feeling okay?" His voice echoed a bit in the silence of the room,"You seem a bit...tense."

  "I-I'm cool...u-um..." You fidget in your spot a bit,"H-hey America...u-uh..."

  "D-do you want to sit?" His voice now held concern for you. "You look like you're gunna pass out or something!" A hand grabbed ahold of your arm tightly as you were pulled into a warm embrace.

  You hadn't even noticed America getting up, but maybe he was right. The room was spinning a bit and a cold sweat broke out making your body tremble a bit,"I-I'm fine..." You lied.

  America saw through the lie and picked you up bridal-style and laid you on the couch, kneeling beside you,"What's up with you _______? Do you want me to get you something fromMcDonald's or something?"

  "I'm not hungry..." You said a bit upset. "I just wanna be alone..."

  "The hero never leaves his girl alone!" Your eyes widened in shock; not only because of the noise level, but because of what he just called you. His girl.

  "When did I suddenly become your property?" You snapped at him a bit,"I don't belong to anyone!" Standing up, you swayed to the side a bit.

  Luckily, America held your balance for you,"The hell is wrong with you _______? You've been acting weird since you woke up. Where's my happy, energetic best friend?" He sounded like a needy little kid.

  You just wanted to cry,"A-America...I-I can't be friends with you...I-it's too hard..." With that, you went to the door, leaving America completely dumbfounded.

  His eyes held such sadness in them and in a moment, he sat down in defeat and started to lightly cry,'What...what did I do wrong...?'

  And you bolting outside with a light head really didn't help either. You didn't walk much farther past the driveway to his house before you had to sit down and try not to pass out.

  Looking back over, you held such pity. "I didn't mean that...I'm sorry..." you sit there for a few moments before walking back to his home. It was stupid since he was probably really mad or upset with you...maybe even both.

  When you opened the door, America was on the couch with his head between his knees. Apparently, he didn't even notice your entry. Silently shutting the door behind you, you sit next to him and wrap your arms around him,"I'm sorry..."

  He looked up slightly and you gasped seeing tears in his eyes,"Leave me alone..."

  "I'm not...I'm sorry I've been acting so weird...it's just..." You took in a deep breath and shut your eyes,"You were talking in your sleep and you said something about me...! A-and I-I don't know if it's true or not..."

  "I don't talk in my sleep!" He snapped a bit. "Heroes don't talk when they sleep!" He grinned just a bit.

  But your mood didn't change,"Oh yea, then was your dream last night about how you were my hero?" His eyes widened a bit,"America...you said you didn't like me-"

  His arms went around you once more,"But I do like you...why would I say I didn't like-"

  "You said you loved me..." The room fell deathly quiet and America tensed up. "I-is it true...?" You gently whispered a bit afraid and nervous.

  "I see why you've been acting so weird now..." He said laughing a bit normally, but it still held nervousness in it,"L-look...I didn't want you to find out just yet..."

  "Why not?"

  "Because..."

  You narrowed your eyes a bit. Was he really playing this game now? "I love you America..."

  "I-I love you too..._________..."

  You smiled,"Now common. You're not acting right. Look, you're supposed to smile and be happy. But you still sound so upset."

  He smiled a bit back at you reassuringly,"Okay, okay." He leaned over and kissed your lips gently which you responded to by doing the exact same thing. Both of you broke off after a brief time and looked at each other with smiles on your face.

  "I want a Big Mac now..."

  "It's ten in the morning."

  He grinned and pulled you a bit closer,"Common!"

  "You're gunna get fat 'hero' so lay off the burgers." He seemed a bit hurt, but you smiled, showing him that you were pulling his leg. "I'll go with you at lunch...okay?"

  "Yea." His placed a gentle kiss on your cheek,"That sounds great."