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“That’s right [y/n]! ‘The people need it!’ It’s not about us, [y/n]! It’s about her God-forsaken people, goddamnit! She didn’t care about me or us! She cares about her people! She used me and she used you … She used us to get what she wanted and that was her people’s survival! I’m sorry [y/n] but I will NOT marry you!”

“Alfred! Alfred, wait! Come back! Alfred, please! I need you! ALFRED!” I cried and screamed after him as he stomped away….

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Let’s Finish This!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

*Reader POV*

I … I was astonished… How could everything we worked for, suffered for all over the years just fly away in a dust of anger? You were at a loss as to what to do…
This wasn’t just you…  Well part of it was, but it was more about my people than anything else! Why does Alfred have so much hatred about this?! Didn’t he want to save my people too?

That’s when it hit me.

Everything my people did to him… All the wars, blood shed, fighting, the decree of race superiority… White held supreme power. Although I wasn’t one to believe in such a shallow idea, everyone has power and the ability to be anything, but it all makes sense now! Why Alfred would want to save everyone and me, yet feel such hatred about it in the first place! Bingo!

You immediately raced after him having finally figured it out.

*Alfred POV*

I was so freaking pissed! God! Seriously Mom?!?! Don’t do this! Toying with my heart just to save your people?!?! That’s bullshit!!! I should’ve killed all of your people from the start! From the very beginning, just lengthened the Trail of Tears… Yeah, a slow death… How do you like that, Mom? my thoughts chuckled darkly. I couldn’t believe I was thinking like this… But I was so done. I was done with my mom, I was done with Native Americans, and I was done with [y/n]. Done. She will never see me again. I’ll let them die. I’m done. They can scrap for everything they are worth because I’m the superior one here, I won the wars, and I am the top dog. I control everything. I am freedom! I ripped open the kitchen drawer and stole the key to my chopper, I was going to be as free as free could be. I threw everything into disarray, I didn’t care what destruction I made, my chopper was in the back shed and I was taking it out after 20 long years.

I drug out the lifeless hunk of metal and shoved the key in the ignition before kicking off, only to hear it stall… And find it’s out of fucking gas!

“DAMNIT!” I shouted at the sky. She believed her spirit would be reincarnated into some element or animal, well how’s this Mom?! Can you hear me now Mom?!


Then something strong and slender ran into me and shoved me into the ground, causing to bite the dust, hard. I couldn’t believe my eyes but here was [y/n]. Trying to stop me… Trying to keep me from being free… No. No she wasn’t like that! She loves it when I’m free, she would never do anything like this unless… She was desperate. I tilted my chin down to see her big… gorgeous… sparkling… [e/c] gems.

Those beautiful eyes were carrying diamond tears that rained down her face as she looked into my eyes.

*Reader POV*

I was sobbing so hard. ‘Please, Alfred!’ I thought. No… No more thoughts!

Everything that has been happening was put out to everyone well in advance. It’s my turn to tell him and everyone else what is going through my head!

“Alfred F. Jones,” my voice broke into random sobs as I tried to talk to him. “Don’t let this be like the fight in 1967… You were so frustrated at me for not getting what you were trying to tell me and for me wanting you to be like a normal husband… Wanting to be a normal couple with a normal life… But we are not normal… You took your bike and left for a month… I couldn’t live without you… I suffocated… And I bought those stupid drugs! And I overdosed! You came back the day I died. Don’t let this happen again!”

Yeah, I pulled a lost memory card, but I needed him to stay and listen … His eyes looked hurt… Like he saw the me from that era right here in front of him. As if I came back to life to hear what he could never tell me… He was dying inside as his arm wrapped around my waist and the base of my head, clutching me close. He cried and cried, begging over and over as he said “Sorry… Forgive me… I’m sorry…”

I clutched back. “Now… Alfred,” sobs slipping through my mouth once again, “I know you don’t like the past the Native American people have with you… but please. If we can’t help them, they will die!”

“Them. Them. Them. That’s all I ever hear about, is them! You wouldn’t be here bouncing my heart up and down like a fucking yo-yo if they didn’t exist! If they die so can you! And I won’t have to feel broken hearted anymore! That’s the only reason you were created! My mom wanted to save her people so she created you… A spider to catch me into her stupid web! Well I don’t want to be tangled in it anymore! I bet you don’t even care about me! All the loss was your chance to lose me till you saw me and had to deal with me all over again-“


“ALFRED FUCKING JONES! I FUCKING LOVE YOU! I WOULDN’T DIE FOR YOU IF THAT WAS THE CASE! I WOULDN’T DIE BECAUSE OF YOU IF I DIDN’T LOVE YOU! I WOULDN’T BE BORN AGAIN AND AGAIN AND MEET YOU AND FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU ALL OVER AGAIN AND AGAIN IF I DIDN’T!” My tears dripped from my face onto his cheeks as he stared in shock. How stupid was he? Is this why he was mad? He thought I was make believe? He thought what we had was fake? How obtuse.

“Alfred Franklin Jones. Alfred Foster Jones. Alfred Freedom Jones. Remember when we discussed all these for you? That night under the stars… One of the fist times we told each other ‘I love you’. When I first started calling you ‘Alfie’… Which led to a very nice love-making session afterwards, thank you. Alfred, remember… I love you always… While I may represent the Native Americans, I am human too. I have feelings. I am capable of love. I love</b> you!”

I let my eyes stare into him for a while before the grip on the back of my head tightened and brought my face a fraction of a centimeter from his.

“For all of the crimes you have committed there lil’ miss I’m afraid I’mma hafta punish ya~ Now I’mma gonna punch you… In the face… With my lips… Softly… Because I love my baby girl too,” Alfred’s southern drawl from all the years in Georgia hit me to the core. Nights of peaches and country music… Sweet tea and cowboy boots… A truly memorable life.
I gazed into his cerulean eyes… My tears welled up again from love, loss, and finally… after many, many, many years… Success. We could finally be together.


That night Alfie and I had a celebratory dinner made by the both of us! Hamburgers by the Hamburger King and sides by myself, followed by a dessert of love making and Nutella brownies!

Our “Parents” came home the next evening and we told them everything. Since they were only there to act as “parents” and look after my ‘situation’, when the ‘situation’ was closed they left the house to us and returned back to work. Turns out they actually were in love with each other from the beginning and decided to keep their new names. They are now retired peacefully in the Mediterranean on the shores of Venice.

Alfred and I “dropped out” of high school and attended the [college near you/ Dream College] University for the next couple years. Alfred studying teaching since his status as a country granted him free education and unlimited funds, he wanted to teach history, as he stated, “the right way”. He’ll probably be back in the country/ ambassador program in a year or two.

I began studying [preferred major] with a minor in Native American studies. I wanted to know where I came from and how to help/ connect better. Alfred and I still live in the same house and have been dating happily for years. While we have been engaged since the day everything happened, we never truly made a wedding date… Except for now.

I am standing at the alter with a gorgeous flowing white dress, a sparkling ring, and a wonderful husband whose love went beyond the test of time, race, and well, mothers. We both said “I do” and continued our lives as a newly wedded couple! Until one day…


“[y/n]…Honey,” Alfred asked in a wavering voice of concern.

“Yes, darling?”

“Why did you put an already baked bun in the oven?”

What did you say, darling?”

“Why did you put a finished bun in the oven?”

“WHAT? BABY I CANT HEAR YOU?!” I screamed over the roar of the vacuum cleaner, giggling the entire time.

“For goodness sakes, WHY IS THERE A BUN IN THE OVEN?!”

I stopped the vacuum and walked over to Alfred and placed my arms around his neck.

“Baby, say that sentence to yourself.”

“What sentence? There’s a bun in the oven-“His eyes grew wide as he stared at me in disbelief.

I grinned as wide as I possibly could and let out a light giggle.

“W-we have a-a …”

“A bun in the oven? Yeah!” I squealed and jumped into his arms as he picked me up and swung me around.

“I’M GONNA BE A DAD! I’M GONNA BE A FATHER!” He screamed into the sky. Thanking his mother for the wonderful gift she gave him. The gift of her people for her memory, the gift of [y/n] for his life, and the gift of their beautiful children for the future of his memory.
.:America X Reader:. Remember Our Love? Part 8 END
Yup... This is the end guys. However I may make 2 additional bonus chapters... One maybe being a lemon ;D *wink wink nudge nudge*

But the bonus chapter I have in mind is just a more detailed account than this one and has a different ending entirely. The lemon is probably going to happen regardless and will fit into both endings.

Thank you for sticking with me this far... After this is officially completed I don't know if I will write on here anymore but I will try! I love you all!



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The rain pounded against his body as his feet thrusted into the ground. His only thoughts about going faster through the rain… Allowing it to wash clean all of his mistakes… The things he couldn’t do but wanted to… All the choices he made but wished he could change. Then a flash of [h/c] caught his eye. He halted and stood before the sight of a shattered looking young girl with [h/l], [h/c] hair along the outside of… the bridge… He had to do something! He knew that look! He knew what it meant! But what could he do? How could he help her? Should he even?

You were standing there at the edge of the bridge watching the rushing rapids crush everything they collided with. Water. Cleanse. Freedom. Purity. Death. All of those thoughts meant the same thing in your mind. You didn’t have to deal with this life anymore… The loneliness, emptiness, and sadness… Everyone telling you it’s all a phase… Well, this will teach them. Just a phase wouldn’t cause someone to actually die, right? Too bad no one will see… No one will know… I won’t ever know what it means to feel loved… To know when someone is looking at you and admires even the sad things, the angry things, the things that are just so messed up that they shatter you completely and you will never live again.

This was you right now. Dead inside. No will to live. No one to love. Nothing special anymore. What lonely last thoughts you had. Not even a boy to give your last hope to. ’Just let me die…’ was your last thought before you heard rapid crunching and snapping of branches.

Twisting your head, you saw a boy about 6 feet tall, gray muscle shirt under a leather bomber jacket with gray sweatpants and sneakers sprinting toward you. “WAIT!! STOP!!!” he begged. His blonde hair was whipped back by the wind and darkened by rain, except for a stubborn cowlick that still stood. His bright blue hues were anxious and desperate behind rain spattered spectacles. “PLEASE!!!!!!” He pleaded before you slowly shook your head.
He didn’t know. He couldn’t possibly know what led you to this. Why you were doing this. The pain that had to end then and there. The hole that was threatening to consume you inside. You turned your attention back to the river before he came behind and grabbed you, pulling you over the rail. You screamed at the touch. After being safely put back on the bridge, you let him have it. He was just another force trying to keep you from peace, keeping you stuck in the never ending torturous nightmare of life!


The words just seemed to flow out of you in a rush like a gust of wind. Never once stopping you took a breath of air, rain drops mingling with the tears on your face, freely flowing like your now bottled emotions. Your voice lowered to a whisper, losing the very grip that you had on your sanity.

“B-but … While this world is wretched to me, at the same time, it isn’t. It is beautiful and special and … miraculous. Also unfit for me…. I can’t stay here. I’m a speck of dirt and I hate it …. I hate wasting everyone’s time and efforts. I hate being the source of everyone’s hate! There is no time to hate! We only have enough time to love and laugh and I’m taking that away! I deserve to die and burn in hell!!!!-“

You felt a stinging sensation chase after the words that had desperately left your lips… Your reason for leaving. Your body trembled from the pain of both the slap and release of emotions. At this point, you thought no one would be able to save you. You were a puddle incapable of feeling anything anymore. Life was gray and bleak to you. You grew up with this magical view of the world with every promise under the sun… But now because of the demons in your mind, nothing was special. In your mind you knew it was special, but the emotions to back it up were gone. Your emotional memory wiped clean. You couldn’t even remember what it felt like to be happy anymore.

Another voice, one you were not expecting finally escaped in ragged, teeth clenched tone. “What… is wrong with you? Get over yourself! Don’t give me this ‘it’s about everyone else’ bullcrap! I get it, okay?! You can’t deal with the pain and its eating you up inside… Trust me… I’ve been to hell and seen and dealt with it all before… But it can’t end like this! Dying by your own hand! Choosing to die because you want to?! It’s like… unplugging a game before you got to the ending because the boss is too hard! You said it yourself, this world is ‘miraculous’… Don’t give up now just because you didn’t find your miracle yet… Hell, maybe I’m the miracle you’ve been waiting for… I don’t know. But, you can’t do this. Don’t unplug your game before the credits roll. There’s always a princess who gets saved by a hero and a villain who gets destroyed.”

He moved closer to you, bringing his hands up to wipe away the blending of tears and rain across your face before embracing you completely. You stood there, stunned and paralyzed, as the hug soon began to wake your drenched bones. The damn burst at that moment, all the pain, sadness, and anger flooded out as you wailed to the sky and clutched the stranger’s jacket. You hated this… But knew this is exactly what you needed. You hated showing your emotions to a stranger you just met! You hated bawling like a baby in front of him! You hated clutching him like he was the only thing that could save you… But… he was. He was the only person who came to you. The only person who would’ve stopped you. The only person who would slap you and tell you to get a grip because this life of yours wasn’t over yet! There was still one more miracle life had for you… And that was him.
He stood there, holding you tight in his embrace, as he soothed you by rubbing his hands in circles along your spine. Once you had calmed down a bit, only letting out little gasps to regulate your breathing, he let go suddenly, causing you to cry out and reach to cling to him again… Only to feel the warm interior of his leather jacket fall on top of your shoulders and wrap in front of you tightly. Free from the freezing rain, his leather jacket smothered you in an aroma of axe and cinnamon when he put his arm around you and guided you along the deserted path with him.

“I was on a run when I saw you… I wasn’t following you, just stumbled upon you I guess… When I saw you heading toward the bridge… I saw a younger, weaker version of myself. Before I went on my own there were multiple times when I thought I should give up… Just let the world have its way with me. But I found myself eventually… And I knew that’s what you needed. You needed help finding yourself, dudette. This world isn’t so bad, see?”

As if on cue, the rain whittled down to a rhythmic dripping and a rainbow emerged from the ominous clouds. The sun setting, casting an angelic glow to the scenery, glistening off the leaves dazzling with diamond droplets, making the rainbow sparkle with color… This moment filled your heart with something warm. Whether it was hope, love, or even purpose, you may never fully know or understand, but it helped fuel your reason to live. At that exact moment, you smiled and couldn’t help but giggle. The cliché situation mixed with how torn up you were to begin with, your mind wasn’t all that stable. So what better way to release more stress when you run out of tears? Laughter.

Your laughter rang like bells in the stranger’s ears. It felt to him like an angel singing… Never before had he come across someone with such a beautiful laugh before. Contagious as well, the more he gazed upon your face, the way the light hit you giving off the impression of a halo as well as show off your dazzling smile in the midst of laughter he began laughing too. He also fell in love. Fell in love with the girl who was not only lost, but an angel sent from heaven. Just to make sure he was doing what he should’ve done… If he hadn’t he would’ve never seen this beautiful sight…

Asked her for her name…

Asked her out on a date…

Kissed her angel face…

Held her in his arms all night long…

Asked her to be his wife…

Been given angelic children who look just like her…

Held her hand as the cancer stole her away…

Would it have been better if they had never met? If he hadn’t decided to take that run in the rain that day? If he hadn’t saved her? No.

Would it have saved heartache and loss? Yes.

But he would never give up all those loving years. The years he spent holding her in his bed. The years he spent wiping the tears off her face. The long years it took to get to know her and all her sensitive spots. To know her crazy side and unpredictable nature. To fall in love all over again and again and again. Love is worth every ache and every loss. Even this one. To feel love is the greatest beauty in all of humankind. To taste it only to lose it, the worst kind of pain. To taste it only to live it in its entirety… A miracle.

Tears slipped down his face as one phrase dusted off his lips…

”Why couldn’t I?”
:America X Depressed!Reader: Miracle Angel
So this is something I just did for fun~ Haha...

Not very "happy", I know I know~ Anyway, I am still working on the America X Reader Remember Our Love series... Another chapter should be up in the next couple days, this was just something that needed to be worked through my system. I didn't plan on it becoming a reader insert until I realized I wrote quite a bit... So I tweaked it and here it is! This has nothing, I repeat, NOTHING to do with the America X Reader Remember Our Love series. If you want it to be a bonus then, by all means. The stories I write are not just subject to my rules. If you all want to consider this a part of the series, please do. However, please understand that I didn't mean nor write this to have that purpose. The story is, in part, what you guys get from it and how you take things. I want these stories to be unique to everyone. Everyone has their own viewpoints that make the story special. YOU ALL are special.

Remember, Alfred thinks you're special. He also thinks your laughter is musical. You all have miracles heading your way. Keep your heads up! You deserve to be happy. Happiness is not a prize given by people judging you... It is a free emotion you have a right to! You have the right to be happy, never forget that...

Anyway, thank all of you who read my blithering babbling of words, I really really appreciate and love every single one of you! Hope you guys like the story ... (even if it is a little depressing -_____-"")

Love You All!

Slowly, he put you on your back again and brought his hand up to one of your breasts and squeezed. He brought his other hand up and began massaging both, touching and rubbing, it felt so good that you moaned even louder. The touching built and built, Alfred sucking on your tongue and massaging your breasts made you want friction between your legs. Alfred wanted it too, his pants were gripping him way too tight.

‘I can’t,’ He thought. ‘Not until she knows everything … I have to try… Otherwise, I may lose her forever this time…’

To Be Continued~


“[y/n]… [y/n]… Stop, please …” Alfred said between the breaks of our lips. He placed both hands on my cheeks as he looked me dead in the eyes. “[y/n] there is something… we have to talk about …”

At that moment, everything rushed back to my mind. What we were doing, who we were, the kisses, the fondling, we couldn’t be doing this! Shock filled my eyes as I began to realize the magnitude of the situation. ‘ Of course he wouldn’t feel the same way about me! He’s my brother! He knows where this relationship stands and I should know better too …’ Disappointment laced every single thought as I began to tell Alfred what he was probably going to say to me.

“I’m so sorry, Alfred … I know that we’re siblings but I can’t help it! It’s just … you’re so attractive physically and your personality is just so happy and you’re so easy to talk to that I just … I’m attracted to you and I know we shouldn’t be doing this … I’m sorry… I understand, I will leave you alone from now on…”, when I got up to leave, Alfred’s hand grabbed my wrist as he pulled me back down onto the bed.

“[y/n] that’s not what I was going to talk about. You see … There is something bigger going on here than you understand … and it concerns both of us and our relationship …”
Confusion and concern wracked my body, ‘Oh God, please don’t be crazy … please don’t say anything that will make me scared for you …’

Alfred continued, “[y/n] what you don’t understand is … long ago, before America became, well, America there were Native Americans, right?”

I nodded.

“Well, the best way I can put this is when nations are created, they have a human form. This human form is the life force of the country. While they are stronger than average people they can still be killed and get sick, usually affects the actual country in terms of economy, culture, war, etc. So, back before America is what we know it today, there was a female representation of the Native American continent. England met her, loved her, and created Canada and America. However, when America and Canada were born, they grew rapidly and took over the continent. When they did so, their mother, Native America grew really sick and eventually died along with the majority of her people.”

“Alfred … that’s an interesting and sad story, but … what does that have to do with us?”

“Well… when America’s mother died, he realized he needed to save as many of her people as he could and adopt them. Gather them together, give them land, help them to survive so then maybe his mother would come back. Sadly, that’s not how things work. While the Native American people still survive today, they eventually gained a new representative of their “nation”. When she was created, America looked after her, like a brother. They had no relationship but she was all he had in place of his mother. She was beautiful, smart, and an interesting person. America fell in love and still loves her. However, because the Native American people are not “officially” a nation apart from America, the girl who represents them now cannot become an official representative. Instead she lives, dies, and is reborn. All based off of how close she gets with America. If she falls in love without any knowledge of her past or where she is from, she dies. If she has knowledge then she might live. All of this is based on what we have learned from her. From you. [y/n] you are the rightful personification of the Native American people.”

“Then… Then … Then y-you are …”

“I am the United States of America”

The whole world was spinning … This can’t be true! It can’t be! But then why does it feel like everything that was wrong or different inside of you your entire life finally makes sense?! Like a giant puzzle that finally found its last piece! It would explain your attraction to Alfred …. Then, the dreams probably your memories!!! But if it is true, wouldn’t you die?? You couldn’t die! Every ounce of information poured into your brain and you felt dizzy, sick, fading … in … out…. In …. Out…. Darker…. And darker…. Until you fell.

~~~~~~~~~~~~Alfred’s POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“[Y/N]!!! [Y/N]! C’mon [y/n], don’t die on me- …” I ran to grab her and held her as she fainted. She was still breathing. “Thank God …” I looked down at her. Other than being pale and mildly shocked she seems okay. I held her tight, rocking her over and over, soothing her. I know right now this must be a shock to her. Hopefully, I changed her fate this time and she can live fully with me. Maybe not forever like the rest of us but at least to her full term as a human ….

I hate this… I hate that just because I wanted to be the only one here my mom had to suffer and die… Now I’m doing the same thing to [y/n]. She is suffering because her people are too weak to be considered a nation of their own… Because of that since they still exist, their ‘nation’ still exists. Therefore, she is still here. Too weak to become a full-fledged nation she dies young, only to be reborn again. Then, when she gets close to me… It’s like her soul gets sick again… Just like mom. Except, she doesn’t know it until it’s too late.

Just like that, I flashed back to all those days over the years that I would wake up to find her gone… Or return from a meeting and there she was lying on the ground… Forcibly ripped from my life… Only to then find her again and relive the experience. I was so desperate not to let her get away this time. She had to stay! I don’t know what I would do if I lost her again… I have tried everything from trying to stay away period, to ignoring her, to being mean to her to make her stay away. All those times though, she still stayed. She would bring me under her charm again with those big, bright [e/c] orbs and her beautiful [h/c] hair. [Y/n] was my angel… Even though her death caused me the worst torture, she still saved me every time her eyes met mine. I looked down at [y/n]’s still form in my arms. Even unconscious, she was as gorgeous as ever. ‘God, I love this girl’, was the only thought I could focus on. I wanted to stay with her so bad. I don’t know what else I could do to save her. I have given everything and done everything I could to help her people but nothing changed her fate. It’s up to her. Especially now that I told her everything this time… I have no more options to save her. Save her… I’m supposed to be the hero… The hero always saves the girl… Maybe now is the time though, for the girl to save herself. I hated that. Someone who is in trouble is the one who needs help the most, not the one who needs to suffer and save themselves… I didn’t want her to suffer anymore.

With that, my legs were falling asleep so I decided now was a good time to put [y/n] back in bed. Her head must be spinning and hurting so I quickly went downstairs to get a damp cloth and put it on her forehead. As I stared at her sleeping form, I saw my phone’s screen light blinking. Picking it up I saw my ‘mom’ had called me and left a voicemail.

Hey there Mr. Jones. Just checking on you and [y/n]. Please don’t do anything unnecessary. She’s already gone through a lot as it is. Do not tell her anything about who she is or her past! Her caretaker says she has been having dreams of her past lives and that she has the potential of figuring it out for herself! Let her do it. If you push her, it may cause something we can’t help. She may not even make it back. Her people are already getting sick… Please, sir… Take care and caution. We should be back Monday night for sure now. Oh! And please sir… both of you, go to school tomorrow! Love you, bye!

I hate it when she enforces the stupid “Mom” title. It’s just a cover she doesn’t need to really-

Wait. Shit. Shit. Shit! SHIT! SHIT!

I screwed her! Oh my God! Please don’t take her! Don’t take her away forever! I don’t know what I’ll do without that smile for the rest of my life! I don’t know what I’ll do without that laugh singing in my ears! I don’t know how I can survive without at least the hope that she will come back again!

Please! God!

Let her stay!

Let her stay…please …

Please… please … please…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Reader POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As the darkness closed in on me, everything flashed before my eyes! From the date today backwards I saw this life. The date, high school, middle school, my mom’s suicide attempt, elementary school, and … a white room… Someone held you and gave you to your now “father” … you were created... not born. Created as a … nation. Then, you whirled past into your other lives. Into past decades, the 2000s, the 1960s, the 1940s … All the horrors you saw! September 11 … burning in the fire… screaming for your “mommy”… The police brutality during the Civil Rights, the drugs, WWII, WWI, American Revolution … You saw it all… And the worst of all… You saw her… The woman who gave you her old job… She said her job was over… But someone needed to represent her people because they were so different, they weren’t hers anymore. They were Americas’ but even then, they didn’t want to belong to him. They wanted to be independent. So, you were to represent them and their independence. After all of the memories reeling past, you were thrown into a white space. Everything white, no walls, windows, or doors. You floated looking for something… until you saw her. Her dark skin glowed in contrast to the white, her hair was a glossy river of onyx, and her eyes gleamed and sparkled in mahogany pools. Her dress fluttered as if wind was tangling itself around her body and winding through her hair causing strands to dance around her body. Bright feather of red, white, and blue were strategically placed in her hair behind her ear. She was Native America.

“Hello [y/n]…” her voice echoed and held a metallic ring to it. She was gorgeous and her voice was mystical.

“Hi… Hehewuti…” my voice echoed through the space as well.

“[y/n]… You know now who you are… You need to help take care of my people…” her eyes pierced into mine.

“I know and I am ready to accept that responsibility but… how do I take care of them? What do I do? How do I not die so I can care for them properly?”

“Marry my son”

I stared at her. I loved Alfred, yes. The past lives we had, when he found and took care of me, all of it… we love each other. But marriage? How did this help her- er, my people?

“If you marry Alfred, you are accepting the condition that our people are a part of America and agree to engage in a partnership with them. You must hurry though. The people are dying without this cooperation.”

“Why couldn’t we do this before?! Why did we wait so long until this could happen?? All the torture, the pain, the lies?! Why did I have to die???”

“The people were too weak, even now they are weak, but there numbers have grown. They are surrounded with technology and are integrating themselves to the American way. Right now, they are a child of a nation trying to assimilate to the nation that they reside with. Alfred paved the way for this moment. Everything was necessary to make this moment a reality. The final step, to save you and the people is this marriage.”

“But… what about you? Why is it me? Why did I have to be born? You were great at this! You were his mother! You could have done this way better than I ever could-“

“But that is just it. I am his mother. The original body that gave him life. He gave this up so he could grow and be ‘the hero’ he always wanted to be. I have no regrets with giving him that. I wanted him to have all that I am. But, because I am spent, there are remainders … Remainders who are so used to the world Alfred created for them that if I tried to take over again, would reject me. I am old. I am from a time that is not compatible with your world anymore. You are young, subject to change, you can adapt where I cannot. Only you can do this. You have the spirit, the mind to change … Please take care of our people… Most importantly of all… Take care of my baby. Please tell him I will always love him…….”

Her voice faded into a whisper as the wind whisked her away. Tears streamed down my face. They shed for Alfred, the past lives I lived, and for her. In a way, she was like a mother to me… But in this instance, she was a former boss passing on her job to the next in line. She did care for me though. Closest thing I ever had to a mother, I guess.

As the tears fell, drops at a time, a breeze picked up. It wiped the tears away before flinging me out of white space and back through all of my lives before finally slamming me back into my original body.

My eyes fluttered open as I gasped for air as if I would die without it.

My eyes met with blue sapphires as I grasped his head between my hands. I needed him. I had been lifetimes without this wonderful man, died hundreds, no thousands of times leaving him behind. Every memory weighed on me like lead and I wanted to make every single one of them up as I pulled him down and graced my lips with his.

He tasted like axe and sweet tea, an intoxication I couldn’t help but need more of. Hell, drugs were no comparison to the way I was addicted to him. I needed him more than oxygen. I moved my lips quickly against his, drinking him in like an oasis in the desert. I wanted to eat him, consume him. And he wanted me in the exact same way. He figure out what I knew and he knew I was back.

He brought his hands up to grasp my face and climbed on top of me. His fingers tangled in my hair giving me shivers up my spine while he caressed my mouth with his tongue. Between kisses he desperately whispered, “I love you, oh god, I love you… don’t leave, I love you”, as he blew his delicious scent into my mouth and nose. I was tingling from his touch, voice, warmth… I needed him to live. I needed him in my life or I would die.
He pulled back to give us both air even though I didn’t need it. I just wanted him. As I stared at him though, my vision came back to me.

“Mom says she will always love you… She wanted you to be strong so she gave everything she had to you. She loves you…” I whispered to him.

His eyes widened as he stared at me and sat up on my pelvis.

“You… talked to her?” he sounded stunned… shocked.

“I saw her. She’s beautiful. Alfred… she really loves you… and her people. That’s why I am here. She said we need to get married. Soon. It will be an alliance between the Native American people and America. It will save them…” I pleaded to Alfred.

“Ha… you want to get married?! Now?! I’m sorry [y/n] but I… I can’t”, Alfred said firmly.

“Alfred?! Why not?! Didn’t you always say we should get married?? We love each other don’t we?? Plus the people need it!”

“That’s right [y/n]! ‘The people need it!’ It’s not about us, [y/n]! It’s about her God-forsaken people, goddamnit! She didn’t care about me or us! She cares about her people! She used me and she used you … She used us to get what she wanted and that was her people’s survival! I’m sorry [y/n] but I will NOT marry you!”

“Alfred! Alfred, wait! Come back! Alfred, please! I need you! ALFRED!” I cried and screamed after him as he stomped away….
.:America X Reader:. Remember Our Love ? ~ Part 7
It's finally up my lovelies! Hope you have enjoyed this remarkable journey with Alfred because.....

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Let's see .... I LOVE Hetalia (but who doesn't?) ;) I love to write and hope to publish my own book one day. I am trying my best to create awesome reader inserts for you fabulous folks out there who loveHetalia as much as I do.

I also draw various things but I'm not as good as others ... T.T I will try to upload stuff but i may not get to it so if i dont ever get to that, I do apologize.

But my main love is AMERICA from Hetalia!!! XD I love him soo much!! But thats just me being a very weird fangirl ... :)

I am very patriotic and LOVE my country! I am hoping to join the military when I leave high school. If i dont find anything interesting in the military to do as a career (which i highly doubt ... its the military! ^^) i hope to go to college to become either a politician(cuz the government is fucked up right now!!) or an engineer (thats how we can help the economy [there are more engineers=factories in China ...thats why all the work is there] and there is a lot of money in that as well [dont normally care about money but that is just a bonus])

My goal as a politician is to become the First Hispanic Female President of the United States!!!!! XD

((Fun fact: I am actually half pure blood (at least to my knowledge) Puerto Rican and half pure blood (this i know for a fact) Czechoslovakian ^^ if u wanna hear the story which almost weirds me out just message me i dont wanna explain it on hear ... cause its not really about me ... i guess ??))

I also love Love LOVE Cry (aka ChaoticMonkey) if you do not know who he is click here and embrace his freaking awesomeness!!
I also like Pewdiepie too!! <3

Umm ... I really love scary movies (and before you guys ask, NO i do not act like America and scream my butt off when there is nothing on the screen) but sadly i only like the really REALLY scary stuff ... like i wanna see something so scary that i am gonna be afraid to go to bed that night because im scared that the monster is in my closet .... I like those kinds of scary movies but NOTHING recently has been that scary ... just gory and boring for my taste .... and sometimes funny .... ugh .. MAKE A SCARY MOVIE PEOPLE!!!! NOT THAT HARD!!!
*sigh* Sorry bout that ...

My favorite food is a tie between Fettucine Alfredo and good old fashioned American cheeseburgers AHAHA~~!!! XDD

I love LOVE dessert!!! ((especially chocolate!!))

Lets see .... um ... I love history (HETALIA AHAHA~~!!) but it is my favorite subject ... its because of this subject that i am re-thinking my political career for that of a history college professor ^^

I do not play videogames ... sadly ... I have tried to in the past but for some reason i cant use the controler right -.- so i resort to watching my older brother play his games ... which is very entertaining at times XD

OH! I have a gorgeous family! My original parents are divorced. I dont get along too well with my birth-mom (too many things to say that i dont want to talk about -.-) but i am a HUGE daddy's girl. Literally my dad is my world. I have a little brother and i dont like him either. So of my direct blood family (not including aunts uncles grandparents etc) the only person i like is my daddy ... this is pretty sad. BUT!! 3 years ago my dad joined eHarmony (yes this is an eHarmony story sorry but this really happened) and i just looked at him with a 'WTF?!' face cause he never does stuff like this ... But thats how he met my wonderful loving step-momma Michelle. She had two kids of her own of whom i consider my real siblings (more than my blood brother). One is older than me by 9 months and he is an awesome big brother! Very cool, popular, and athletic. And the other is my little sister who is so cute but she can have a b**** streak when she wants to ... *shudders* but she is for the most part a genuine sweetheart ^^ she is 11. And the most recent member of the family is my baby brother Gabe who has just turned 2. He is the strongest ... scariest ... most fearless child ... ever ... and i am being dead serious ... its scary .... =.= ...... but he is such a cutie!!!!!! XDDD

My little blood related brother decided to move up North to be with our real mom (THANK YOU LORD!) [there is also a depressing story behind this as well] so now our houseshold consists of my older bro, me, my lil sis, baby Gabe, my mommy, and my daddy XDDD I could seriously never could've asked for a better family~~!! So yeah ... just letting eveyone know ... I am a bitch when it comes to my family ... i like to brag about them and stuff ... like, ever see those insanely family oriented dads who boast and squeal about their children at work every day? ( example: Hughes from Full Metal Alchemist) I am exactly like that when I am talking about my family ... ^^" hehe sorry ....

Now I can't think of anything else to say about myself ^^"

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Possible Boyfriends: Italy, Switzerland, Germany

Best Male Friend: Lithuania

Best Female Friends: Liechtenstein, Hungary

Enemies: Russia, France, England

Sweet and encouraging, people find your friendliness very attractive. You are also fiercely loyal and this can lead you to being stubborn. Often, you need to watch out for people that might take advantage of you, but you usually make enough good friends to keep yourself safe and happy! Your friends recognize your vulnerability and don’t hesitate to support and protect you. Luckily, you make friends easily; your generous spirit inspires them to stay by your side, always. People are attracted to your magnanimous kindness.

What do the Hetalia characters think of you?

Axis Powers

Italy: I love her, ve~! She is the most wonderful girl I have ever met and it makes me want to keep her all to myself! I always feel comfortable and loved when I’m with her. She’s so affectionate~! Heh, if Germany really wants her, he’ll have to compete with this Italian charm, ve~! Ahahaha!

Germany: There is something rather nice about her. She isn’t the smartest or the bravest, but she doesn’t need to be. It is difficult for me to admit this, but I find that she is beautiful inside and out. There is no one as charming and intimate as her. I don’t care what anyone thinks because if she wanted me, I would be by her side always. And Italy can stop being such a dummkopf about my affections for her!

Japan: Ahh, she is kindly! She treats me very hospitably when I see her.

Allied Powers

America: Dude, you could not meet a nicer girl ‘cause she is super nice! She’s like the hero of niceness! Don’t let England tell you anything mean about her though! Y’know, he got into it with her one day over the Epic Hero and she told him to stop being rude to yours truly and refused to back down, so he got pretty angry! He’s extremely critical of her.

England: Annoying git. She’s too nice. And she is way too stubborn. What a pillock. Needless to say, getting along with her isn’t exactly my cup of tea. We have conflicting personalities no thanks to her strange attitude. Don’t get me wrong, I like nice people and I don’t always dislike determination, but I find her gullibility and vulnerability despicable.

France: Usually I’ll settle for disagreeing with both America and England, but I find that I must agree with l’Angleterre this time; her meekness is rather obnoxious. The last time she argued with England, I felt obliged to step in and help him because she just wouldn’t let it go.

China: Such a sweet young lady! I enjoy her presence, though, her obstinacy can be a little over the top!

Russia: An interesting creature. The last time I demanded she become one with me, she refused quietly. When I asked again, she still refused. It is strange. No matter how many times I ask, she always refuses. A stubborn girl. I will break her eventually.

North America

Canada: E-eh? Oh! She is r-really nice! Sometimes we hang out when we both have time off. She’s okay with listening to my problems and helping me out with them, and she actually notices me!

Cuba: Cute girl; she radiates goodness and purity, with a childlike stubbornness. I like her a lot.

Central Europe

Austria: Well, she is very nice, but maybe too vulnerable. Honestly, she reminds me of myself when I was younger and that simply must be what endears her to Switzerland. Something I don’t understand, by the way, is her relationship with him. I think he likes her more than he should.

Hungary: A total sweetie-pie! She makes me smile. No one had better take advantage of her, ever, unless they want to face my wrath.

Prussia: Man, that girl is way too nice to hang out with the Awesome Me! I wouldn’t want to, y’know, corrupt or defile her or anything. And I’d probably hurt her feelings accidentally and I wouldn’t want that! Hungary would beat me up if I ever hurt her feelings!

Liechtenstein: That’s my sweet big sister! She’s always right there for me when I need her. We talk a lot when Switzi isn’t around and she keeps me company. Sometimes she goes out on “dates” with Switzi, but she always brings me back a treat! Oh! And she loves the dress I made for her!

Switzerland: Yes, w-well, um… *blushes* …she is just a very nice girl that I happen to like spending time with. So what if we spend a lot of time together? It doesn’t mean anything serious—well—not really! I don’t understand why people make such a big deal out of it. So what if I like her? Just leave me alone! Oh, and if there’s someone else who wants her, they can get bent because I saw her first!

Poland: She’s like, totally cool! We rode ponies together one time and it was, like, so, like sweet!

Eastern Europe

Belarus: Bah. I hate nice people.

Estonia: Good girl, excellent manners, pure heart; you don’t find many people like her anymore.

Latvia: She is like a sister to me! She’s really nice to us Baltic States!

Lithuania: W-w-wow! She makes my heart race! Every time I escort her, she’s always so kind to me. She sympathizes with my problems with Russia and knows how to make me smile. Every time I see her, I feel like I can bear a bit more or maybe even become a little stronger. We’re the best of friends.

Ukraine: W-well, I heard that she’s r-really nice, but R-Russia won’t let me get near her! D-do you think she would want to be my friend?

Mediterranean Europe

Romano: Bad things always happen to nice people. Which is too bad, especially in her case.

Spain: Ah, yes; we are kindred spirits! She is so mild-tempered and kind that I am always attracted to her. I wish I saw more of her because she is such a sweet girl! I think being around someone like her would soften Romano up as well.

Never ... in my wildest dreams ... would i think that Switzerland would be a good match ..... BUT THIS IS ME TO THE DOT!!!!

..... I am upset that England hates me though ...... WAH~~!!!!! TT^TT
Okie dokie ...

About 6 months ago, I started dating this super cute, nice, amazing, funny, charming guy named Devin. I thought he was so cute and handsome and jus awesome...
So I told my friend ...

And she told him that he should date me ...

So he gave me a chance :,)

we started dating around Valentine's Day and had our first dinner date on Valentine's day :) and our  first kiss ^///^

I knew he was going into the Navy but I honestly didn't think that we would be together for a long time ... I thought that we would last for a month, tops. I was wrong.

As the days went by, he held my hand, brought me presents, and showed up unexpectedly at school when he was sick just to see me :) It was the best and he made me feel like the only one in the world.

I kept telling my parents how awesome he was ... then one day they asked me something that I hadn't thought about ... "What are you going to do when he leaves for the Navy?" ... I was at a blank.

I knew he was going, yeah, but we never talked about us if we made it that far ... I was a little scared to ask about it ... I didn't want him thinking I was jumping into anything ... so I left it alone.

Then came time for Gradbash! We were both seniors so I spent the day at his house before we left ... We were at Subway when he brought it up ... "We need to talk about when I leave ..."

And we did and came up with some scenarios and thought it would be best if we broke up when he left. It seemed smart and reasonable and I thought I could handle it. No boy had ever broken my heart before, so why not?

The conversation continued when we went back to his house ... his head was in my lap when he looked me dead in the eyes and said, "I love you ... Really ... and I don't wanna hurt you. If you want to leave now, you can. I don't wanna be a dick and break your heart."

I told him that I loved him too.
And I truly did.
So I stayed with him.

Before school ended, I was nominated for an ROTC scholarship at University of Arizona. I received the scholarship on July 4th. He was so happy and proud of me. 

Time went on, we played, laughed, wrestled, and everything ... we went on dates and cherished each other ... we went on vacation together ... It was amazing.

My birthday came. August 1st and he wanted to spend the day with me ... my parents let him sleep over :) He gave me a card that I still cherish ... It says:

Dear (my real name),

You mean so much to me. I wish I could take you with me , you have made me such a better person since I've been with you. Even though it's only been six months, it's been the best six months. I'm not very good at writing sentiments or picking out cards ... So I got this one that says you're 18! I'm sure you already know that. What this card doesn't say is the way I feel about you. Happy 18th Birthday Babe!!
~Love Devin

It made my heart swell knowing how much he cared about me ...
But time was already out ...
He had to leave August 5 ... so we had a party for him on the 3rd. I spent the night with him again.

Each time we spent the night, we were always curled up next to each other ... happy to be together.

On the 4th, he had to leave for the hotel ... but I couldn't go with him. We spent the day together; went to school to say our goodbyes and thank yous, got Dunkin Doughnuts, kissed and hugged some more.

And at 1:20pm he had to take me home. I was crying as he drove me to my house. He escorted me into my empty house ... My dad was at work and my mom was with my siblings at a doctor's office in Tampa.

As soon as we were inside, I turned around, buried my head against his chest as I sobbed. He held me for a while as I started to calm down ... then he made me look up at him ...

The look on his face as he saw what him leaving did to me ... he looked like a kicked puppy ... That face was awful ... He kept making it as he kissed me again and again. Trying to comfort me as best he could.

We kept telling each other over and over again 'I love you' 'I miss you' 'I'm gonna miss you' .... then we parted ...

I walked him to my front door.
The door was still open as he hugged me one last time and whispered "Goodbye"...
I said "Goodbye" back, tears still coming down hard.
He turned and walked halfway down the entry walk before turning around and saying 'I love you ...'

That was the last thing he told me before turning around and getting into his car and driving away.

I closed the door and sobbed so hard after he left. I miss him so much!

We never argued or fought or anything!
we are young and haven't had much experience in life but in this relationship that we had, we loved each other.

It was closest either of us had ever come to.
We still do.

I'm still crying today ... I miss him so much ... I just keep expecting him to come down the rode in his car saying "Hey beeb! What's wrong?"

I want him to show up and hug me ... telling me that everything will be okay ...

We both feel that if our relationship is meant to be, then it will be. We still plan on keeping in touch ... but not dating ...

It's the possibility that we might end up together again makes me unable to move on from the relationship. I'm not forgetting him. I'm not forgetting the past 6 months we spent together because those were the best days of my life!

I can't picture myself with anyone else ... just him ...
Yet, people say that me going to Arizona might lead to me meeting Mr. Right ...
But I don't think that's right.
I love Devin.
I can't move on anytime soon ...

We plan on meeting up together this Christmas ... and hopefully see what's going to happen from there.

I miss my baby.
I love him.
And he's gone.
I just want him to come home. :,(

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My Babe and I <3

any comments on what u all recommend I do is greatly appreciated.
I just need some help is all ...
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Abelletoremember Featured By Owner May 19, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Ty for the llama sweetheart
SamanthaAnnaSnow Featured By Owner May 22, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
no probs :3

Thanks for the favorite:)
Abelletoremember Featured By Owner May 22, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Hehe your so very welcome dear
Fab-912 Featured By Owner May 16, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Yay! Fellow America lover! Thanks for the llama, dude! :iconherolaplz:
SamanthaAnnaSnow Featured By Owner May 22, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
No probs dudette! XD
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Danke for he fav!!
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no problemo! :D
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