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LiteratureCollege Chaos - 1pAmericaxReaderx2pAmerican [3]Catching a ball when nobody else could. Catching the perfect moment in a selfie that would get thousands of likes. Catching his breath after showing one of his many fan girls his ‘hero’. Alfred F. Jones was really good at catching things. Things like balls, especially in relation to football. Yeah, that was his thing. Catching his things and catching all the cute girls’ glances when he was on the field as the team captain or working out like a boss at the gym. Especially the later, since his helmet would cover his Prince-Charming memorial hair-style. His luscious blonde locks, with his prominent curl. How it glows in the suLiteratureCollege Chaos - 1pAmericaxReaderx2pAmerica [1]The ascending sound of Birds chirping was heard in the background, normally a beautiful symphony of nature, if it wasn’t for the fact that the birds appeared to be too close by and somehow, they were getting louder and louder. You didn’t bother to open your eyes, so tired that you would fall asleep again any second. If the birds wanted to angrily chirp at mankind, mocking it for the lack-of-sleep inducing schedules of the workplace, then you would be the last person to satisfy them by not sleeping some more. Suddenly the birds stopped, and you sighed in satisfaction, dozing off into a deep slumber. But only until the birds startLiteratureBullyAmericax Reader-Hate me-Chapter 4Was he supposed to be doing that, watching your every move? Didn't that border on stalking? You never expected your exchange experience to be so much of a cliché. Just like the boy himself. Popular, stupid, in a team of course. But you couldn't deny his good looks. He probably based his whole self-esteem on them. And on his athletic abilities. But that was probably everything that compromised the Jock Alfred F. Jones. Except for the feline part, that was cute. But he probably only got it to lure girls into his room. Really seemed like a player to you. Not the kind of person you wanted to affiliate yourself with. Arrogant guys were not yoLiterature2p America x Reader-My own private prison-10"Did you try to kill me, you monster? I'm not some zoo animal! Let me go, this is leading nowhere!" You managed to push him off and ran to the door. But of course it was locked. This much you had expected and it was really heavy and didn't move an inch. Allen grabbed you from behind, pulling you back to the bed. ,,Why can't you just do what I say? I mean no harm. I never wanted to hurt you and I never will, like I said. Why can't you just believe me? I know it's unjust to compromise your freedom, but I feel that you would leave me alone otherwise. Don't say you wouldn't, I know it. Everything could've been so nice and easy from the beginninLiteratureAmericaxCountry-Reader-My one and only-Chapter 1You were running as fast as you could, looking for a place to hide. After a while you saw a broom closet and quickly went inside. Who you were running from? Your lifelong friend Alfred F. Jones. And your ally. He was acting very weird lately. The american tried to spend every minute with you and was very touchy-feely. It was a bit unsettling. Why did he have to do this? He only saw you as a friend in your opinion and that hurt you. You had feelings for him, you did, but you didn't ever think of confessing. He would never return your feelings, you were certain. And why would he? He was strong, powerful, rich, the most influental nation inLiteratureCollege Chaos - 1pAmericaxReaderx2pAmerica [2]-What do you want? -I just told you to meet me there ;) -Can't you just tell me what I missed? -Aww, don't be like that, aren't we supposed to make new friends in college? :D -Aren't you getting a little ahead of yourself? I don't even know your name. -The name's Allen, but my friends call me 'Al'. And my Girlfriends with Benefits call me 'Oh yes, Al!' ;) -... You dropped your phone on your bed in frustration, not knowing exactly how you managed to run into a First Class Fuckboy on your first day. 5 minutes into the introductory speech! You’ve had your fair share of idiots in high-school and had hoped it would be better in thisLiterature2p America x Reader-My own private prison-Chapter8A few days went by and you got to know him a little better. He really loved to hear himself talk. Of course, most of the information in his letters was wrong. He was a lunatic. That much you already knew, but the more time you spent with him, the crazier he seemed to be. Violence was a major topic in his life. The list of crimes he had committed was long. He wasn't exactly evil, just too lazy to be moral and do things the right way. But he really loved Animals. He had a dog at his house. The words he used to describe it were full of his affection for the pet. Allen also had a brother and two strange uncles. He was closer to his brother, hLiterature2PAmericaxReader-My own private Prison-Chapter 12A few more minutes passed before you dared to move. Five to be exact, as the clock on the wall claimed. Your hands grabbed the window frame and after some jerking it actually opened. Finally! Freedom! You peeked your head out of the window and saw a porch that looked like it was easy to climb on. Your dominant hand grabbed the window sill, which wasn't entirely easy, it was shaking like never before in your life. A quick thought came up in your mind. Before you left, it was probably better to grab some food, in case you were far away from civilization. Which would come as no surprise to you. You would have to be prepared for anything. It mig