America x Reader - A Silly Confession

Why is it that seeing him brightens my day?

Why is it that time passes so quickly when I’m with him?

Why is it that I laugh the loudest when I’m with him?

Why is it that I’m the happiest when I’m with him?

And why is it that… I feel so lonely without him?

Your chest began to tighten at your last thought, causing you to squeeze the soft pillow you held in your embrace. Oh, how you hated feeling this way. If only you were someone very special to him, you would be able to be close to him without needing to come up with excuses.

Like… like lovers? Yeah… being lovers would be wonderful… You thought dreamily.

So, with a newly formed resolution, you made up your mind and decided to confess to the person you love!

But… how should I confess and make sure I wouldn’t get rejected? You buried your face in the soft pillow. Oh, right! I’ll just ask America for help.

America has always loved sticking his nose into other people’s affair so he would surely help you without hesitation, right? Not to mention, you two are best friends. Moreover, you have a feeling that the chances of getting rejected by your crush would drastically decrease if you asked for his help. Or maybe you were being too optimistic?

Knowing America, he would probably be more optimistic than me.

With a confident smile on your face, you threw the pillow away and jumped off the bed. You swiped your keys and cell phone off the table, and sprinted towards the door, heading for America’s house which was only 10 minutes away.


~~*~~


Once you had arrived in front of his door, you took out the spare key for his house he had given you in the past and unlocked the door. You came in, locked the door, and started climbing the stairs to get to his room.

It wasn’t hard to find his room since you’ve been here so many times, you’ve already memorized the entire layout of his house. Though, it was more like a mansion since his house was so enormous; in fact, the first time you came here, you got lost just trying to find the bathroom. Still, if only the walls weren’t painted in red and blue stripes, it would have appeared way better, but he is the country of the United States. And, hey, it’s his house! You can’t do anything about that.

Before you entered his bedroom, you knocked politely on his door twice and then, twisted the golden doorknob to enter his room.

“Hey, America!” You greeted cheerfully.

His undivided attention was currently on the video game he was playing on his PS4.

“Yo, ___!” He greeted back without giving you a glance. “Wanna play with me today?”

“Sorry, not today,” you declined and told him the purpose of your visit, “I came here to ask for your advice on something.”

“What is it?” He questioned; yet, he still kept his eyes glued to the TV screen while his fingers rapidly pressed the buttons on the controller at an incredible speed.

“I want your advice on how to confess to the guy I like,” you said plainly with your hands intertwined behind your back.

After your words left your lips, his fingers abruptly halted their movements, stopping the character’s actions in the game and within a few seconds, you heard the screen shout loudly, “GAME OVER.”

“What?” He spoke all of a sudden; this time, placing his full attention towards you.

“I-I wanna confess to this guy I can’t stop thinking about, but I don’t know how,” you clarified with a light blush slowly crawling on your cheeks.

“Who are you confessing to?” He questioned in a strangely calm manner.

“That’s a secret!”

“How am I gonna help you if I don’t know who this dude is!?”

“Just tell me how you would confess to someone!”

He gently placed the controller down, stood up, and walked towards you until he was in front of you. Then, without warning, he grabbed your shoulders with both of his hands and looked straight into your (color) eyes.

“It’s simple,” he said, “You go up to him and tell him your feelings… That’s it.”

“I can’t! You know how shy I can be!” You countered. “There must be some other way to do it indirectly!”

“A confession should be told face-to-face, ___,” he stated with an extremely serious face as he gripped your shoulders tighter.

“I-I don’t wanna do it like that!” You whined and shook your head sideways.

“Then don’t do it.”

“No! That defeats my purpose!”

“So, stop complaining and just do it!”

“You’re not helping at all!”

Seeing how you weren't going to comply anytime soon, he uttered a sigh and released his grip on you. He then looked up with a stern expression and said, “Just give up.”

“You’re not supporting me like a friend would, America!”

Without another word, he left the room. His actions certainly caught you off guard. It was something totally unexpected; you thought he would have been more supportive, but he became so serious and cold. Unconsciously, you covered your mouth with your hand at a sudden realization.

I wonder… You shook your head to brush off that incoming thought.

Anyway, I’m not going to give up without putting a fight! You thought with a determined expression as you stared at the TV screen flashing the words “GAME OVER.”


~~*~~


Pulling the chair from under the desk, you sat and got a white sheet of paper and a ballpoint pen from the drawer.

I think a love letter sounds like a good idea, you thought with a tiny smile and immediately began writing your feelings.

A couple of minutes later, America suddenly barged into your bedroom, startling you in the process, and unnecessarily yelled enthusiastically, “___! LET’S PLAY!”

He found you sitting on your desk with your head turned in his direction, showing an annoyed expression.

“I think it’s about time you started knocking, America,” you deadpanned.

“What are you doing?” He purposely ignored your comment and went to your side.

He peeked behind you to check what you were up to and when he noticed the sheet of paper you were writing on, he swiftly took and read it with curiosity.

“Hey!” You exclaimed and puffed your cheeks in annoyance.

“What’s this? A love letter?”

“Uh, yeah. It’s just a draft, though,” you replied with a shy smile.

His cerulean eyes scanned the paper in hopes of finding the receiver of this letter, but you luckily didn’t put his name yet. This caused him to make a disappointed expression.

“It’s so cheesy,” he said with an unamused face.

“How rude!” you angrily exclaimed. “You're hurting my feelings!”

“My bad, my bad,” he playfully apologized with a smirk. “But, it’s still garbage.”

A vein popped on your forehead due to irritation. You crossed your arms and challenged him, “Well, can you write any better?”

He shrugged as a reply and discouragingly instructed, “Just don’t give it to him.”

And with that, he placed the paper back on the surface of your desk and left soundlessly again.

“I wonder if he came here just to say stuff like that?” You whispered aloud with a raised eyebrow and a frown. Then, surprisingly, you covered your mouth to suppress your giggle.

Honestly, this guy… He’s such a kid.


~~*~~


The following day, you were planning on devising a puzzle as another method of confessing your love, but the idea was quickly shot down by America for the second time.

“I’m telling you that it won’t work!” He pressed as if he had already envisioned the outcome of your confession attempt.

“Don’t you have any trust in my capabilities?” You asked with a frown and hands gripping your waist.

He stared at you for a bit and then looked away to the side. While sweat-dropping, he tried to dodge the question by changing the topic. “Boy, don’t you feel like eating ice cream today? Ahaha…” He laughed nervously.

You narrowed your eyes at him and pouted, “I’m doing my best here!”


Since the puzzle confession was apparently not good enough, you discarded the idea and thought of something else. This time you attempted to create a video of you confessing your feelings. As you were setting up the video camera, your blond best friend came into the room and it took him seconds to realize what you were about to do. He knitted his eyebrows together and crossed his arms while shaking his head at you pitifully.

“That’s lame.” He insulted and you glared at him as a response.

“Why do you keep stopping by my house anyway!?” You demanded an answer.

“I’m bored.”

You facepalmed. Doesn't he have anything better to do than insult me?


For your fourth attempt, you whipped your phone out of your pocket to simply just confess through a text message.

“Hold up there, ___!” He held his palms out to you as a sign to stop your actions. Then he continued to state his opinion quite frankly with a disappointed face. “That’s just awful. Texts are seriously the worst way to confess.”

“Leave me alone!” You yelled in frustration. “You’re so mean nowadays!”

“Criticizing is a way of helping, too, you know?” He argued back.

“Yeah, right!” You retorted sarcastically. “You’re just making fun of me!”

“I’m just being honest!” He defended with a smug look.

“Shut it!”

“Nyahahahaha!!”

“Go awaaay!”


~~*~~


As you worked hard on another confession method, America gazed at you at a distance with half-lidded eyes and a frown. Despite all of his cruel remarks, you never gave up trying to find a solution. He could sense how much this guy he did not know of mean to you and he absolutely detested knowing that.

“Is this dude really that great?” He muttered sadly to himself.

Suddenly, a surge of strong emotions began welling inside him. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists in anger. His resentment for this unknown man grew deeper and deeper. He will never forgive this person for taking your heart away from him. Even if he was fully aware that you really admire-- love, this guy, he wasn’t planning on giving up on you either.

“The hero always gets the lady. You’ll see.”


~~*~~


Days passed by and your plans kept getting coldly rejected by America. You were beginning to feel hopeless and tired, but you still weren’t going to surrender! You were very resolved to confess your feelings and get an approval from America. However, there was one tiny problem: you were running out of ideas! So, you resorted to searching online for new confession ideas.

At the moment, you were sitting in the living room with your phone in hand, trying to find new ways to confess to your crush with the help of the trusty Google.

“Let’s see… Oh, this one looks-”

“___! ___!!”

You jolted at America’s piercing scream. W-what now?

From where you sat, you could see America’s rushing figure appear at the door frame seemingly overexcited.

“This time for sure, I, the one and only Hero, will be helping you in solving your problem,” he proclaimed as he poked his thumb into his chest. “I started feeling bad for you since you were trying so hard but was getting nowhere-- oof!”

He abruptly stopped mid-sentence because he was caught by surprise when you threw a small pillow from the couch at his face. When the pillow slid off America’s face, it revealed his unamused expression.

“What? I felt offended by your words,” you explained nonchalantly.

“Anyway, I have an idea on how you should confess to this dude.” He grinned proudly.

“Oh, really?” You gave him a doubtful look.

“J-just hear me out, okay?”

“Alright…”

You watched as he came closer to you with a mischievous smile. Then he stood on the side of the couch you were sitting on and pulled out a pokeball from the pocket of his hoodie. He held the pokeball out to you, motioning you to take it, which you did but not without giving him a look of confusion.

Don’t tell me… I have a funny feeling about this, you thought while maintaining your composure.

Afterwards, he proceeded to explain his “bright” idea to you excitedly while gesturing his hands frantically. “So, you know how Pokémon trainers tend to shout ‘YOU’RE MINE!’ to the Pokémon they’re catching!? You can throw that pokeball to this dude while you’re confessing and shout at him those exact words!”

A moment of silence passed by as you let his words sink into your mind.

“Uh…” You were at loss for words.

“Isn’t it such a cool idea!? Right? Right?”

“Out of all the ideas I came up with, yours is the most ridiculous.” You snorted and smirked.

That’s the point! He would surely reject you if you confessed like that! He screamed in his head while having a fake, innocent smile plastered on his face. I just hope he doesn’t like Pokémon…

Taking a glance at the pokeball in your hand, you chuckled at his foolishness and threw it right back at him, hitting his chest.

“That’s a very silly way to confess!” You told him with an amused smile.

As soon as he made contact with the ball, he was slightly startled, but he managed to catch the ball with his hand. For a couple of seconds, he stared at the pokeball in the palm of his hand and smiled.

“Hey, does this mean you wanted to ‘catch’ me?” He teased and laughed cheekily.

You looked up at his face with flushed cheeks; you certainly did not expect him to say that. On the other hand, he was grinning cockily at your agitated state until he unexpectedly caught sight of your smirk.

“Well, if that’s how you want me to confess to you then so be it,” you uttered and then smiled sweetly.

He stared at you with a bewildered face, “H-huh?”

With a fast-beating heart, you gazed at his round blue eyes and revealed to him your true intentions. “All of my confession attempts were for you, America.” You flashed a sly grin. “The reason I asked for your help in the first place was to find out how you would want to be confessed. I thought I’d have better chances of getting a ‘yes’ if I knew...” Feeling your cheeks getting warmer, you gave a deep breath and continued to explain, “However, you didn’t seem to like any of my ideas so I scraped them all up until I could find one that was to your liking!”

Though I have to admit, it was very entertaining to see him get jealous like that. It was kind of hard to conceal my grin whenever he acted all silly to hide his jealousy.

As you kept on explaining, he stood there completely dumbfounded that he didn’t dare to move a muscle.

“Still, I should have known that a geek like you would have preferred a silly confession like that,” you giggled cutely.

Kneeling on the couch you were sitting on, you leaned on the armrest with one hand while the other took the pokeball in his hand and prodded it in the middle of his chest. “So, did I manage to catch your heart, America?”
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Blood was wildly rushing to his cheeks and a few beads of sweat were forming on his forehead. He was wishing that you didn’t hear or feel the loud pounding of his heart.

He gulped and gave a nervous smile, “Y-yeah…”

At his reply, you grinned widely and cheered in your mind, Does that mean my confession was a success!?

“You caught my heart a long time ago,” he further added with a tender smile.

And with that, he sealed your confession with a soft kiss on your lips.


Fin.