ReaderxAmerica Rooftop

Rooftop

Reader x America

PG
                                         
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You walked down the deserted street, searching for your opponent.  He and his team could be just around the corner.  You spotted an enemy and zoomed in on your prey with your gun.  Thinking it would be an easy kill, you didn't anticipate someone behind you doing the same thing.  The bullet shot through your skull and your dead corpse fell to the ground.

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"Hahaha!  I win again, (Name)!"  America cheerfully announced.  After the shock of your straight six losses wore off, you huffed through your nose, you should have looked at his side of the screen when you had the chance.  You tossed the controller on the couch you were both sitting on.

"This is dumb, your dumb."  You crossed your arms.  

"Oh?  If it's so dumb then why did you come over?  Hm?"  The blond leaned closer to you.  

"I just wanted to see what was making one of my closest friends isolate himself for three days, good to know it was video games."

"It hasn't been three days!"

"It's Sunday."  

"….Oh," America looked out the window, apparently it was Sunday NIGHT.  Yeah, that would make three days.

"Some hero you are, you don't even know what day it is."

"That doesn't make me a bad hero!  I'm an awesome hero!"

"You don't know what's going on!  There could have been a bank robbery or a jewel heist.  There's a cat is stuck in a tree in your front yard, it's been there for eight hours!"

"There's no cat, dude!"  

"Ok no, but there could have been.  Besides how can you stand staying here for so long?  The room feels muggy."  You wrinkled your nose to show your displeasure.  "Come on, let's get you outside."

"Outside?  And do what?"

"Not this, now come on.  Let's go on the roof!"  You got up and grabbed your coat before heading upstairs.  As you heard America groan you chuckled, he would thank you later.  You opened a window and crawled out, America following closely behind.  

"Now what?"  He grumbled, obviously not very thrilled to be off his worn out couch.  You on the other hand smiled gleefully and threw your head back to look at the sky.

"Aren't the stars beautiful?"  You didn't wait for his answer.  "And the moon!  It's so bright!"  America blinked and smiled, he loved how you got so excited about simple things.  Twisting around you faced the country.  "Way better than being cooped up in your living room, am I right?"

"Whatever you say dude."

You pouted, of course the roof was better than video games.  It was the ROOF for crying out loud!  

"Fine, let's play chicken."  America seemed to perk up at your suggestion.  

"Chicken?" He echoed.  

"Yup, we'll take turns to see who can get closest to the edge.  Wanna play?"  You grinned mischievously.  

"Your SO on, (Name)!"

"Sweet."  You took a couple steps closer to the edge.  America mirroring your actions.  You got closer, now your toes were off the edge.  America's turn, he got the front half of his feet off the roof.  Never being one to back down from a challenge, you leaned forward a bit.  You smirked and looked at America for his response.  He spread out his arms and leaned forward, more than you.  Time to step up your game, you lifted your foot behind you and leaned so your torso was parallel with the ground.  

Just as you were about to reset your stance when a light push sent you forward a little too much.  Immediately following your shriek hands wrapped themselves around your waist and pulled you back.  

"Hahaha!  Saved your life!"

"Son of a B!"  You yelled, America faked hurt.

"Is that how you treat your savior?"

"You're the one who pushed me!  Jerk."  Even though America had you securely in his arms your heart was still pumping on overdrive.

"Can you prove that in the court of law?"

"No, but you can't prove you saved me in a court of law."  

"Yes I can!  I have fifty-one witnesses," America proudly proclaimed.  You snorted.

"Fifty-one?"

"Yup!  You and me!"

"That's two, smart one."  

"But I'm the United States of America.  There are fifty states in America, so I count fifty times."

"Bull."

"So do I get a kiss?"  America disregarded your last comment.

"What?"  You could feel some blood rush to your cheeks.

"For saving your life!"  He chirped.  It was at this time you realized that America never released your waist, it was also at this time when you realized you didn't mind all that much.         

"Psh, I wouldn't of died from this height."

"You would if you landed on your head."

"I wouldn't of landed on my head!  I have the reflexes of a jungle ca-!"  Playfully, America lightly slapped your cheek.  He grinned at you.  "Now you're definitely not getting a kiss."

"You were going to?"  His tone was hopeful.

"….No.  And by the way, I let you hit me, there's no way I'd actually-"  His lips pressing to yours cut you off.  Your eyes went wide and your face flushed.  Never did you think America would be such a good kisser, you opened your mouth when he requested entrance with his tongue.  After a while he pulled back.    

"I guess you were right, (Name).  This was way better than playing video games."

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