Zero to Hero [America x Reader]

There he was again, every time you walked into your favourite bookstore you saw Alfred Jones on the cover of every opinion poll in the entire nation. You never understood why he was so popular, he wasn't a singer, or an actor and his interviews aren't funny so he definitely not comedic. Yet the girls are over him more than they were with One Direction. It was pure utter madness, and it definitely got on your last nerves.

For goodness sakes if there was a fight in the middle of the streets he could stop it, Hell apparently his presence is so angelic it could turn even the most sour person into a happy-go-luckily one. Sadly your friend was obsessed with this Wonder Boy, so you were always stuck with listening to his background story.

It was your typical cliché rags to riches story, his parents were divorced, and he lived with his mom in poverty and one day he became a hero. It's not that you resented those who lived in poverty, you felt sad about his background. It was the fact he was famous for absolutely nothing, he has shown no talent what so ever and it annoyed you.

"____! _____!" You heard your name being called frantically.

"Eliza is that you?" You asked as you turned around to come face to face with the Hungarian teen.

"You won't believe it! You won't believe it!" She squealed jumping up and down.

"What won't I believe?" You asked confused.

"He's here! In the parking lot! Alfred Jones is here!" She exclaimed grabbing your wrist and dragging you outside against your protests.

Once you got outside in the parking lot of the bookstore, you saw that Eliza hadn't been lying. There must've been at least fifty girls their screaming, and 'ooohing' and 'aahing' in their pathetic attempts to try and get the ego maniac Alfred's attention.

"Eliza can we please-" You tried to talk to your friend but it was too late she was already amongst the other girls screaming their love for Alfred.

Great, a bunch of fangirls who will probably get nose bleeds you mentally groaned.

You decided to walk back into the book store and wait for Eliza in the peace and quiet. Except you never made to your destination for you were pushed to the ground which caused you to scrape your knees and palms.

"Shit dude are you alright?" A voice asked you, you then heard the deafening screams of hormonal teen girls. "Just take my hand and run, unless you want to be trampled." The voice urgently said reaching a hand out to you, you reluctantly grabbed it as the person pulled you up to your feet and began to run.

Not once did the person let go of your hand, which stung a little from your previous fall. After a lot of running and the screams of the girls died down you found yourself in an abandoned field a little ways away from the book store.

"Yo bro you okay?" The voice asked, you looked up to see the very man you hated.

"Get away from me." You growled as he approached you.

"Look I am really sorry for knocking you over dude, honestly." He apologized.

"I am not worthy of being in your presence, I am but a mere person." You dramatically cried pretending to worship him.

"Dude what's your problem?" The American asked confused.

"Really? Mr. Nouveau Riche and Famous? You think I want to be around an ego maniac? Because if you do then you are sadly mistaken." You spat turning to walk away.

"You think I am an ego maniac?" Alfred asked sounding almost hurt.

"I have seen your interviews. It's all 'I'm the hero' or 'I can save you I am a hero'." You mocked.

"Well I want to be a hero." Alfred said barely above a whisper. "But why do you resent me so much? Bro you don't even know me!"

"Trust me I probably know more about you than you do about yourself." You sneered.

"Favourite food?" He questioned.

"Hamburger." You replied smugly.

"Country I was born in." He asked.

"'Murica." You smiled mocking the meme.

"Brother's name?"

"Matthew Williams, but he lives with your dad."

"Favourite horror film?"

"You can't stand them, you cry like a baby."

"I do not!" He argued.
"My friend showed me a video of you after the premiere of Sinister, you were crying like a baby." You smirked.

"So you're a fan who hates me?" He questioned arching his brow.

"No I am a person who despises you, with an obsessed friend." You retorted, a sudden gust of spring wind blew by the two of you making you shiver, since you were only wearing a short sleeved top.

"Cold?" Alfred asked looking at you with dazzling blue eyes.

"Uh, yeah a little." You shrugged.

"Here take my jacket, I am used to the cold." He smiled shrugging off his bomber jacket and handing it to you.

"T-Thanks, maybe you aren't so egotistical." You smiled pulling on the jacket.

"And maybe you aren't such a piss off." He smirked swinging his arm over your shoulder.

"Yeah, I apologize before. Maybe you aren't so bad." You apologized.

"Not a problem, the hero is never conceited." He smirked.

"Don't get too full of yourself hero." You smiled tapping his nose with your finger.

"Oh shit, your palm is still bleeding." Alfred exclaimed examining the wound.

"Well I was pushed over." You stated.

"The hero will save you." He proclaimed.

"Wait what do you-" You yelped as Alfred lifted you up bridal style.

"I can take you back to my hotel room to patch up those cuts." He smiled carrying you across the field.

"How do I know you aren't going to hurt me or anything?" You asked seriously.

"Please just trust me, I know you resent me but just trust the hero bro!" He smiled.

"Fine I trust you, but I could walk. I didn't break my legs." You laughed.

"But you look so cute flustered." Alfred winked causing you to blush and burying your face into his chest. "By the way I never got your name?"

"It's ____." You smiled.

"Well, I'll be your hero bro!" He exclaimed.
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"So, the article got it wrong. Yes I lived with my mom in poverty but she wasn't even my real mom. I don't technically have a mother or a father to be exact. I lived a pretty shitty life, but what hero hasn't? I was bullied and teased a lot when I used to stick up for my brother and such." Alfred said sadly, "I am America, like I am an actual personification of America."

"Oh cool!" You exclaimed as you sat on the hotel bed in Alfred's room.

"You believe me?" Alfred asked astonished.

"My friend Eliza is the personification of Hungary I've already been through all the rules and such." You smiled.

"Dude! That's cool." He smirked lying beside you on the bed.

"So you went from zero to hero." You smirked.

"Sometimes I don't know about the hero part bro." Alfred sighed.

"Will you be my hero?" You blushed.

"Of course." He smiled sitting up beside you, you both gazed into each other's eyes for a long time before slowly  inching closer to each other before pressing your lips to his in a passionate kiss.

"Zero to hero." You smiled pulling out of the kiss.

"In no time flat, and just like that." He snapped before pulling you into another kiss.