Supernatural [America x British!Reader]
America is an idiot; a loud idiot at that. Anyone who knew him was well aware of the fact. You, however, were not. You had only met him about a month ago in England. You knew for a fact he wasn’t the brightest "kid" on the block, but he was definitely the sweetest (though some would disagree). How you met was just like any other; an accident. He spilled cheap coffee on you. How cheesy.
Though, some, meaning your friends, would call it fate. At this, you would roll your eyes and tell them they were idiots. You had to admit, America was cute, but it would never work out. Besides, you knew for a fact neither of your older brothers would condone a relationship with an American, especially a loud one.
In fact, you didn’t even know much about him. Only tiny things like his age and name (he certainly wasn’t very secretive about being a nation). Precisely why you were at his house right now. You were surprised at how big and American it was.
Now, you had known he could be very patriotic, to the point where it made you want to throw him out of a window so he could fly like a damn eagle that he seemed to love so much. Man, you could definitely see that happening in the near future if he ever brought it up again. You’d rather listen to your older brother rant about the different types of perfumes. Was it perfumes? Eh, maybe.
Sometimes, though, he would calm down and start talking about different things like his family, among other subjects. He would talk about his past, though he never spoke of the Revolutionary War, not that you could blame him. It must’ve been a bad time for him.
When things got too depressing, he would change the subject and start making incredibly stupid jokes with bad puns (or, as he called them, memes). Now those, those made you laugh. Almost to the point where you had tears in your eyes from laughing too hard at how dumb they were.
You sighed. You had been reflecting back on things for at least ten minutes when you could’ve been sleeping. Maybe you should just go to bed already, but your mind was buzzing with thousands of thoughts. America had kept you up for a very long time.
You pulled back the covers on the bed and laid down, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds before leaning to the side to turn off the lamp on the nightstand next to the bed. You rolled onto your side, closing your eyes and falling into a deep sleep.
Little did you know, America didn’t plan on going to sleep yet. He knew you weren’t very good when it came to things like what he was about to do now. Originally, he had intended to be quiet but that’s not really what happened.
Yup, he had invited a little more than a few people to watch a TV show he found awhile ago (literally a few hours before you had arrived at his home). Those people being his Allies, the Axis, and a few other people. He had gone all out, not knowing the consequences.
“Why did you bring us here so late at night, America?” Germany asked, his accent slipping in through his words. He rubbed his forehead in irritation.
America chuckled nervously. “Well, I found this really interesting show that I didn’t want to watch alone.” Germany’s eye twitched. A set of shivers went up America’s spine.
“Was it really worth it to call all of us at such a late time?” England said, gesturing to the other tired nations in the room.
“Yup,” America said simply. England sighed in exasperation. “Come on dudes, it’ll be fun, I promise.”
“Hey, maybe it won’t be so bad, who knows?” Prussia jumped in, trying to back the American up.
“Thanks, dude,” America said, placing his hand on Prussia’s shoulder.
Everyone else mumbled in agreement, except Italy and Spain who had been somewhat amused the whole time, not saying a word. It was a bit creepy.
After a few minutes, everyone was settled in front of the TV.
“Supernatural?” England said as he read through the list of actors to himself. Jared Padalecki? Jensen Ackles? What the bloody hell was a "Misha Collins"?
In the back of the room, you could hear Prussia laughing his ass off as he read the names too. Germany scooted away from his brother’s boisterous laughter. Everyone else just cringed.
America smiled before plopping down on the couch in between England and France, pressing play on the remote.
After about two or three hours of waiting for America to start screaming like a little girl, nothing happened. Until they got to the next episode. America was a crying, screaming mess in less than a minute whilst the other nations were trying to get him to quiet down.
This notion caused you to wake up, awfully upset someone had disturbed your surprisingly wonderful slumber. You got up, squinting, and went downstairs. You rubbed your eyes as you approached the loud men that had woken you. You paid them no attention and softly called America’s human name, which had somehow made it to his ears as his head peaked over the crowd of angry nations.
He dragged himself out of the huddle and walked over to you, his eyes softening at your tired expression. He rubbed the back of his neck, not sure what to say.
“Who are these people?’ You asked groggily, breaking the silence as the strange people you had never seen once in your life stared at you in awe.
“J-Just friends. I wanted to watch something and you went to bed so I called them…” he said. He noticed you were staring at him intently. You held your arms out, saying, “Carry me.” America blinked in confusion. A series of confused sounding countries out the room though it didn’t seem to faze you. Normally, you wold be very embarrassed requesting such a thing in front of a bunch of people, but you are a very different person when you were tired.
America smiled, picking you up bridal-style. You wrapped your arms around his neck and snuggled into his shoulder. Only now did the other nations realize you were wearing one of America’s over-sized T-shirts, adding the cuteness there already was. Okay, this is ridiculous, how ridiculous is this going to get? Just go carry her back to her room already, dammit.