America x Athletic!Reader I

America x Athletic!Reader


You were studying in the school of Hetalia Academy with a good ol' normal life as a student. You were the typical person that everyone wants to be with. You had the looks, the brain, the personality, and everything postive!
All your dreams are getting true in school because of being around with your friends and etc.


You were an athletic student that can balance it with studies. You play the sport 'Athletics' or 'Track-and-Field', you were the star player in the girls division in your team. You would often get a gold medal and your lowest was silver

because of your teammate in relay. Like any other students, you have your own ups and there are your downs. You were the girl that is good-looking but not having a boyfriend and such, it is also rare to see you having a crush.


One time that you were jogging around the campus, your instructor suddenly whistled, saying that you all have to gather around.

"Alright. We all know that we are rushing our practice for the inter-school competition but we have a follow-up member."


"'Follow-up member'? How so?" You asked.


"Well, you see. This boy has a potential on running. No one could put that to waste right?"


"Riiight." You replied kicking the rocks back and forth, "So.. He's where?"


"I ordered him to go get the javelin."


"That will take a long time, coach. I'm going to run. Thank you very much." You said as you ran away.


"Coach! Did I take long?" A young man with a dozen of javelin spears in each hand.


"Not too long but ____ doesn't have that much patience."


"I see.. Too slow.."


"Not really, son. Go try catching up to her but-- HEY! WAIT!" Alfred already sprinted away before the coach could finish and leaving the javelin spears in the ground.


~


"'Potential' huh?" ____ thought while running. "What a stupid reason to join." you continued as she slowed down her pace and walked with her toes-tipped.


"Hey! What are you doing!" A voice called from behind.


"What?" ____ stopped as she turned, "What's your problem?" you asked with your one eyebrow up.


"Uh.. I.. Uhm.." The young man stuttered with his face red.


You just ignored that stuttering because people who can't be forward are really annoying because they're taking too much time to think. You jogged away from him.


"Damn, that's one sexy chick." The young man sighed,


- After training


You were tying your shoelace and tightening them. "I'm going."


"Not so fast, ____!"


"What do you mean?"


"The new member."


"Oh yeah. Regards to him by me. Byeee." You slowly walked past your coach. Your coach tugged on your backpack.


"Wait." He said, you could swear that his eyes were glowing red,


"H-ha ha.. That's the new joke that I invented. 'Pretend-to-go-but-no-because-your-coach-will-kill-you' pun. Funny right?" you just stood there with your coach holding your backpack waiting for the new member.


~


"How much longer?" You asked, "It's already sunset!"


Your coach sighed, "I don't even know what's wrong with that guy."


"Can you let me go now?"


"Sure."


"Gah, I want chocolaaaaate."


"If you eat one I'll drop you off."


You gulped. "J-joke! Seriously! That guy is taking too long."


"Alright, alright. You can go home."


"Yes! Thanks!" and you sprinted away.


"Sir!"


"Alfred, what the * pasta ~* is wrong with you?"


"Oh. Sorry, some girl fainted and I was close to her so I went to the clinic with her."


"Use a mask tomorrow in training, okay?"


"Okay?"


~

"At last, I can eat." you said as you sat down.


"Excuse me but is that seat taken?" A man with a bomber jacket asked.


"N-not at all."


"Can I seat there?"


"Uh.. Sure."


This is going to be an awkward meal.


"Oh my gosh, what should I do? Should I chew? What would I look if I chew? Oh gosh. Should I look at him? What if he catches me looking at him?" you mentally spazzed, you slowly reached for your drink and slurped on it.

Your eyes looking out the window trying to escape this scenery. Your eyes wandered and wander and accidentally looked at the young man.


You caught him off-guard. He was looking at you. "Holy Roman Empire! He's looking at me. He's looking at me. HE'S LOOKING AT ME. Oh sweet mother of Pearl!"


"I-is there something on my face?" 'Gah! Why did I ask that? Stupid ____!'


"Uh.. N-none." The young man smiled, he suddenly turned red.


"Alright.. I got to go.." You stood up and walked away fastly.


~

You were rushing, in fact, you were running to the bus stop. It was the final bus ride of today.

"No, no, no, no!!" You were struggling to run because you were wearing a skirt and black shoes.


Too late.


"* pasta ~ *! Now I have to walk home." you slowly gained pace and walked again.


"It's you again!" a voice called from behind.


"Huh?" you wondered as you turned, "You're the guy from WcDonalds!"


"Yup, that's me. 'The guy from WcDonalds'. Haha.. Yeahhh."


You instantly blushed. "S-sorry. Hey. You were left by the bus too, huh?"


"Yeah.. Same happening."


"Oh. Alright. I'll go home now."


"Me too."


"Bye."


"Bye."


In the end of that conversation, you started walking to your direction home. This is one long way home.


~


"What the heck. Why's he following me. He's even whistling!" you turned to the vending machine and dug for your pocket. "Where is it!?" you finally got it and accidently raised it high, now you look like you're a hero

striking a pose.


"W-wait! I'll pay for that!"


"Eh? Why?"


"Well.. When you left, your burgers were untouched and I got a little hungry and ate it and I need to repay you somehow."


"Oh.. Okay, if it isn't that much to ask." "What?" you two stood there and you were just staring at him choosing drinks.


"Here!" he said as he gave you your drink.


"Thank you." you took the drink and stared at the can.


"Is there something wrong?"


"It's soda."


"Yeah. Are you allergic to soda?"


"I'm not allergic to soda. I'm just not allowed to drink this."


"Why?"


"I'm part of our Athletics team and I'm a sprinter so no to sweets." the young man looked at you while he's drinking, puzzled.


"Oh! Right! You're our star player!"


"Huh? Wait.. Our?"


"Yeah! I'm the new member! So that's why you look so familiar!"


"You know me?"


"Yup! ____ ____! I'm a fan of yours!"


"Oh. Wait! I'm still not allowed to drink this."


"Here! I got a fruit soda and we can switch."


"Er.. Thanks. Here." you passed him your soda which he flawlessly caught.


"Oh and don't worry. I only drank a little amount."


"Okay." you gulped the fruit soda.

'Indirect kiss'


You suddenly started to spit and immediately threw the can.


"Woah, dude. Chill!"


You gasped for air, "Thank you for the drink, rookie."


"'Rookie'? What?"


"That's your nickname to me because you didn't tell me your name from the start."


"Okay."


"Bye and good night." you started walking.


"Alfred F. Jones!"


You turned, "Nice try, rookie." and did a parkour stunt on the fence.


"She's so cool!"


~

Friday night. Most people think that this is a nice time of day because they can stay up late at night. Then there's the athlete.


Friday afternoon, you were warming-up for your daily training.


"____!" your coach yelled.


"What?"


"Have you met Alfred yet?"


"Yeah."


"How?"


"Magic happens."


"Very well said."


You jumped as you stood up. "If you need me I'll be walking!" you turned around and fell.


"Hi!" Alfred beamed.


"Man! Stop that! Now my lower back hurts." You said while rubbing your back.


"Haha, sorry dude!"


"It's fine." you stood up and walked away.


"Isn't she cool!" Alfred sighed and looked at his coach.


"Love at first sight, aye? She's one heck of a girl, I might say."


"What? 'Love'? That's not in my dictionary."


The coach signed, "Go run."



~


You were jogging around the campus again for your daily training when you heard some huffing from somewhere near.


Huff, huff


'What's that noise?'


Huff, huff


'I think I'm being paranoid.'


Cough, cough


You quickly turned and saw Alfred coughing.


"Woah! Are you alright?"


"Yea--" You may now insert deadly coughs here, "I'm fine."


"You know what? You should slow down a bit."


"Heh? Why?"


"Don't try to catch up with me because you'll be tired."


"Hey, I'm not slow."


"I'm not saying that you're slow it's just--"


"I'll show you that I'm not slow."


"I told you, I didn't say that you're slow."


"I'll prove to you."


"What?"


"I'll prove to you that I'm fine by winning all my events."


"Getting a silver medal isn't hard."


"A gold."


"Gold? Are you sure? The winners are with 'best time'."


"I'm sure. Starting today. I'll live with that promise and if I win you'll get a dare from me."


"What?"


"And I won't talk to you until the match day and I'll see you lose."


"I'll see you get back to your words, rookie."


"And I won't talk to you in 2 weeks."


. . .

"I said I won't talk to you in 2 weeks."


. . .


"Hey! I'm talking to yo-- Oh.. Ha ha, yeah.. I forgot."



~


One does not simply challenge a pro. If so, it is because of he has hidden potential or just boasting.


". . ." You rolled on your bed, "I can't sleep!"


10:56 pm


"I have training tomorrow! Why would I not sleep early!" you stood and sat infront of your PC. "It's Friday so many people are gonna be like 'YOLO'."


Scrolling

Suddenly a page posted a wall photo and it contained the texts:

Random Facts: If you're trying to sleep at night and you can't. There is a possibility that someone is dreaming of you.

. . .


"This is creeping me out." you pulled off the plug because you can and you flopped down your bed.


'I wonder who's dreaming of me. . . Probably my pet.'




                                                          To be Continued