Hetaloid!America x Reader

You open the box and gasp at what’s inside.

it was a America Hetaloid.

You give you parents an overly-hyperactive thank-you and open the rest of your presents.
After that your friends hover over you when you start reading the instructions.

“Hey _____, How about we activate him?” one of your friends asked.

“I don’t think thats a good idea,” you said. “I mean, he’s socially hyperactive, and it would take away the fun.” you said no knowing what else to say.

Your friends reluctantly agree and finish the party as planned. Once the party was finished and everyone left, you downloaded “Slender” on your laptop. Then you go back to your hetaloid. The instructions said you can either get him a bag of McDonalds hamburgers, or you can ask him to play a “mind numbing” horror game with him. You decided the horror game.

“Hey, You wanna play a mind numbing video game?” you asked, waiting for a loud voice to agree.


“HELL YEAH!” you hear him shout. You giggled at his enthusiasm. You lead him to your laptop and opened the game for him.


~*baby timeskip*~

After screaming and dying a couple times, you both decided call it quits. You, being paranoid, Put the laptop far from sight.

“Dude that was fun, we should do that more often.” he said smiling.

You giggled at his enthusiasm. “Yeah, we should.” you agreed.

“My name is Alfred F. Jones, also known as a Heroloid.” he said, introducing himself suddenly.

You smile, this guy was really optimistic. “I’m _____ ______, it’s very nice to meet you Alfred.”

This was the start of your friendship.


~*timeskip brought to you by McDonalds*~

Five months have passed, and you have developed feelings for this loud, obnoxious Hetaloid. Your friends called you crazy, but you didn’t mind. You knew he could never love you back, he was too dense to feel the same way... right?

You shook that thought off and went to get a soda out of the fridge, but there wasn’t any. you looked left to right, top to bottom, but there was nothing. then an accusation came to your head.

“Alfred Foster Jones!” You yelled. “Get your ass down here, now!”

He came downstairs with a nervous smile. “yeah, what is it?” poor guy tried his best not to stutter.

“Can you explain why there’s no more soda, that I recently bought three days ago?” you asked. He gave a gulp.

“I-I  kinda got thirsty.” he said before he gave a nervous laugh. You glared daggers at him, but you couldn’t stay mad at him forever, i mean, he did eat a lot, but it still irritated you how he didn’t save anything for you. You gave an annoyed sigh.

“What am I gonna do with you Al?” you asked, walking out of the kitchen, avoiding any eye-contact with him. you sat down on the couch, and gave another annoyed sigh. You felt someone next to you. You turn to see Alfred, looking down at you with apologetic eyes.

He pulled you in for a hug. “The hero is sorry.” He said, hugging you a bit tighter. You were blushing a bright red, but you tentatively hug him back.

“It’s ok Al.” You said, unconsciously snuggling into his chest. He smelled like hamburgers, typical Alfred.

Alfred was blushing but didn’t push away, instead he held you tighter. taking in your scent. he kissed the top of your head sweetly.

This made you blush madly. ‘does he really like me back?’ you thought to yourself

“_______,” you hear him say. “I love you.” He said, before gently pressing his lips against yours.

You were shocked to say the least, but you melt into the kiss very quickly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

You pulled away hesitantly. “I love you too, Alfred.” you said, pulling him in for another kiss.

He may be a hamburger eating oblivious idiot, but he was your hamburger eating oblivious idiot.