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America x Reader: Snowfall's touch.Snowfall.America x Reader: Snowfall's touch. by NezumiHaruka
Peaceful, the stuff was. You found that even if you sat still for hours on end - the seconds ticking by as slowly as each snowflake gently fluttered - you were never bored, staring out that breath-fogged windowpane. The white expanse spread before you was like an invigorating wonderland - no, it /was/ an invigorating wonderland. Absolutely breathtaking.
However, just because you weren't bored, didn't mean that everyone else was as compliant as you.
You muttered, just as you felt yet another warm fingertip prodding at your back, silently asking for attention as it had been doing so for a good hour or so - no. How long had the two of you been sitting here? Ah well, it didn't matter. You'd lost count of the time once again. Had you left your watch at home?
A quick glance at your wrist indicated that you had;
Twice you felt the poking sensation - clearly, he still wasn't relenting.
"Whaaaaat...?" Was the faintly whiny retort quickly off
America x Reader~You Can't Fear What Isn't ThereAmerica x Reader~You Can't Fear What Isn't There by Moniposa
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You sighed. "Alfred, I told you to stop following me around; this is getting ridiculous!" Your face heated with embarrassment.
The blonde-haired man was behind you, trying to keep an eye out for anything that could harm you. It was always like this, and it annoyed you.
But it also hurt you.
Alfred went around and stood in front of you, blocking you from going anywhere. His gaze was trying to hold yours, but you refused, not wanting that type of intimacy.
"I already told you, ___; this is the least that I owe you." A small smile quirked on his lips.
Ah yes; the thing that caused this epitome of an adventure.
One night as you were walking home from the grocery store, two bags full of chocolate, chips, and loads of other junk food, you noticed a man staggering along the sidewalks and streets, a tired way to his stride. You had looked at your watch; it was 3:17 a.m.; hardly the time t