RECIPROCAL HEROES - America x Reader fanfiction

“Y/N. I have a request.” Alfie, your best friend, stood before you. You roll your eyes. “What would that be?” His blond eyebrows knitted together and he looked at you with concern. “I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend.” You laugh loudly. “How much will you pay me?”
“50 dollars an hour.”
“I was kidding, dude.”
He groans loudly. “Pleeease.” You stand up and nearly knock the wooden chair you were seated in over. “Why do you need that?” You ask. He makes a pathetic squeaking noise and pouts. “Promise you won’t laugh.” You sigh. “I promise.”
“Pinky!” He thrusts his pinky in your face and you giggle before linking yours with his. “Charlie, my best friend from school, is visiting me. He was on the phone to me and boasting about this super exotic model girlfriend he got, and I kind of maybe lied and said that I had a girlfriend too.” You glare at him. “What part of your brain went ‘that’s a good idea!’?” He looks at you with a very sad expression. “Why don’t you just get Italy to do it? He’s worn a dress before.” You joke. He glares back at you. “Fine. Belarus?” His glare turns to an expression of horror. “Don’t even joke about that.” You scoff. “You owe me so much.” His frightened expression turns into one that looked like a unicorn had pooped on his face. “You’re the best, Y/N! I am so glad I decided to put up with you for this long.” He puts his arms around you and gives you a large, full of love hug. You can smell the faint aroma of hamburgers and freedom on his clothes.

“Okay. I agreed to meet him out the front of this restaurant.” Alfie gives you a lopsided grin. “I also told him we’d be here at 7.30pm.” You pull out your phone and glance at the clock. It reads 8.02pm. “Great. Wonderful. This ‘date’ has started wonderfully.” He places his hand on your shoulder. “Ah, do not fear young maiden! For your hero shall rescue you from humiliation.” He takes my hand and yanks me through the door. “Reservations for Lester?” He yells, his hand still holding your arm. A waiter directs you two to a table where a handsome, mature looking man and a woman with glossy black hair are seated. You glance at Alfie and see him gulp. They’re certainly an intimidating couple. “Ah, Alfie! Haven’t seen you in so long!” The man who you assume is Charlie stands out and puts out his hand. Alfie takes it and then watches as Charlie sits back down. He grins at you and nervously adjusts his glasses before pulling out your chair. You sit and Charlie smiles at you. “This must be your girlfriend. You’re right, she’s lovely.” You blush slightly and push a piece of your H/C hair behind your ear. “Thank you.” You reply politely. “And yours too!” Alfie says in a much too loud voice. People from other tables turn to glare at him. “I mean, your girlfriend is lovely too.” He says more quietly. You’ve never seen him so nervous. “Shall we order?” He asks before Charlie or the mystery exotic girl can reply. “Actually, Clara and I ordered some Marmite scrolls for starters. Who doesn’t love a good Marmite scroll, hey?” Charlie beams. You cringe at his speech pattern. He sounds like your dad. You then realise what he said. Marmite. Oh no. You turn your head to Alfie and see him sweating profusely. “Alfred, you okay?” Charlie asks. “O-oh yes. Marmite is my favourite.” He gives a weak grin and forces his shoulders to loosen. You are a bad friend so you are excited to see how this turns out. Small chat is exchanged between all four and Charlie and Alfie reminisce. ‘Clara’ looks bored through it all. Soon, the waitress walks over with four marmite scrolls. They smell delicious, and they’re covered in cheese. Before you take a bite, you glance over at Alfred. He’s sweating and shaking and glaring at the scroll. You know what you have to. It’s time for you to be the hero. You cringe at how corny that sounded, but stand up nonetheless. “I have to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” They nod and Alfie almost begs you to stay with his eyes. You’re aware you’ll lose all dignity doing this but walk with your head high anyway.

You prepare your plan in your head. Trip over something, Alfie will save you after knocking Marmite scroll off table, everyone will be happy. Once you’re about 5 or 6 metres away from the table, you pretend to trip over a chair leg. You leap forward and unfortunately for you, actually break your ankle. You hear a large crack and feel very sharp pains. You’re in large amounts of pain and howl. You hear worried murmurs and a plate smashes. “Y/N!” You hear Alfie yell as he rushes to you. “Allllfiiiiie.” You groan. “Oh no, oh no, oh no.” He says worriedly. “Are you okay?” You flinch in pain. “Not really.” He lifts you up in a swift movement and yells at everyone to get out of the way. “Alfie, it’s probably just a sprained ankle.” You murmur, though your eyes are filled with tears and you really want your mum. He ignores you and walks out the restaurant air before seating you in his car. “What about Charlie and Clara?” You whisper. “They can wait.” He says in a quiet, serious tone. He drives you to the hospital and carries you the whole walking span. It doesn’t take too long for a doctor to see you. After an x ray it’s apparent you’ll need surgery. According to the doctors, it’s only a minor surgery and it won’t take long at all. This doesn’t stop you from becoming a sobbing mess. “Hey, hey, shhh.” Alfie murmurs to you as he strokes your hair and rubs your back. You feel you’re being very over dramatic and know you should pull away, but there’s something that keeps you from moving your head from his chest. Alfie holds your hand during the needle and he’s the last face you see before being put on the anaesthetic.

“Ahooh ga?” You awake to a scary looking man with a surgical mask on. “Hey! Good morning.” You squint. “Where’s Alfie?” You say, starting to panic. He chuckles and pushes your bed through to your hospital room. Alfie’s there looking very tired. “Y/N! Oh my god, Y/N.” Alfie nearly knocks his chair over and rushes to your bed. “Are you okay?” You’re still a bit out of it but manage a weak nod. “Oh my god, Y/N. I know it was just ankle surgery but I was so worried. I was so worried because I read all these stories on the internet about people going under anaesthetic and never waking up and I didn’t want that to happen because I love you-”
He pauses. You are now a lot more conscious than you were a second ago. “You love me?” You ask, eyes wide. “As a friend.” Alfie blushes. Your heart sinks. “Oh.” He looks angry for a second and then bursts out with “Oh, who am I kidding, Y/N. Yes, I love you. I love you a lot. I love you more than hamburgers and video games. I love you more than I think I’ve ever loved anything in my life. I love everything about you, from the way you always throw your head back when you laugh and the things you say. I could hear you talk for hours. You’re the most perfect bundle of cells I’ve had the privilege of meeting. I love you so much and to tell you the truth the whole pretend to be my girlfriend thing was actually a cover up because I really want you to be my girlfriend I just never knew how to ask so I guess I’m asking now.” He pauses to breathe. “Y-you don’t have to feel the same way.” You look at him for a little while before saying quietly “Just kiss me already.” And before you know it he’s kissing you. He tastes a bit like what a Sunday morning would taste like if it was a taste. His arms are around you and nothing else exists for the seconds- no, minutes - that you’re kissing for. After awhile, he pulls away. “I have never been more happy than this moment.” He whispers into your hair. You rest your head against his chest and cuddle for what seems like an eternity. A few times you have to remind him of your leg (now in a cast). He absent mindedly twirls his finger around your skin and he drags his lips over every piece of exposed skin, lingering on your lips. “I love you, Alfie.” You murmur. “I love you too, Y/N."