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Request- 2p!AmericaxReader- Bad Boy

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This is my very first 2p!HetaliaxReader story, So I apologize if it's not good. But, on with the request. :D
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"_________!" Your mother called from the bottom of the stairs. "Come down here! The neighbors moved in and they have a son your age I want you to meet."
Trotting down the stairs, your (hair length) (hair color) hair bouncing behind you. Five years old, and growing up without anyone to play with, you were excited that there was not a kid you could play Hide-and-Seek or tag with, instead of waiting for the days your friends could have play dates.
"Yay!" You squealed in delight. "I can't wait to meet him!" Your mother and you left the house and down the walkway, up to the house of your new neighbor. Your mother rang the doorbell, and you paitently waited until a women answered the door. By her side, a boy your age. He had sandy blonde hair, with a cowslick, and eyes a seas of blue. His eyes were, however, covered by thick rimmed glasses. Beside him, you noticed, was another boy. He looked alot like the other, but no clowslick, and his glasses were rounded, not square. And, he had  a cute curly strand of hair sticking out. He clutched a teddy bear.
"Mommy...you said there was one boy my age..." You mumbled to your mother. She giggled.
"I guess I was wrong."
"Haha." The woman laughed. "It's nice to meet you. These are my boys, Alfred." She put a hand above the son with the cowslick. "And this is Matthew." She pointed to the other boy.
"HIYA!" Alfred cried happily.
"Hello..." Matthew said.
"Hi, my name is ________." You said with a smile on your adorable toddler face. Your mother went inside, only to notice another boy, not much older than you, sitting on the couch. He turned to face you all as you entered.
"Oh. Ello." He said. He had a British accent. His hair was blonde, and he had grass green eyes, with some weird eyebrows. "My name is Arthur."
"Kids, take ________ upstairs and go play." Their mother said.
"Okay! C'mon ______!" Alfred cried, taking your hand and guiding your upstairs.
"Okay!" You cried cheerfully, following behind him, his twin brother following behind you. You knew then that this would be a long lasting friendship.
----Let's skip 12 years into the future. You are now 17 years old. :D----
It's been three days. Three long days and you haven't seen Alfred anywhere. He's been out of school alot these days, and he hasn't been answering your phone calls of text messages, or Facebook chats. Why? Even his brother, Matthew, didn't know. Or Arthur, who graduated High School three years ago, and is now in college. You were extremely worried about your best friend.
"Now class..." Your teacher began, picking up a marker, a book occupying her other hand. "We will...." Suddenly, the classroom door swung open, making everyone's heads turn. You looked and saw someone. He had on a leather jacket, with a white shirt, and almost biker looking jeans. His hair was a redish color, and he had black sunglasses resting ontop of his head. Not to include, but he also had a cigarette in his mouth. "Ah, Mr. Jones...I see you decided to join us...." You're eyes widened, as you shot a glance at Matthew, who returned the look. Who was this guy?! Definatly not the Alfred you grew up with for the past twevle years!!!
"Yeah, uh-huh, shut up...." Alfred said, pulling his cigarette out of his mouth to blow a puff, and then put it back in, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jacket.
"I do not appreciate that tone of voice Mr. Jones..." The teacher replied, agitation tinging in her voice.
"Don't like me? Cool, I didn't wake up in the morning to impress you." He shrugged, and went to sit at his seat, taking another drag of his cigarette. You looked from Alfred, to Matthew, to Alfred again. You trembled, standing up.
"T-that guy is not Alfred!" You cried. He looked up at you.
"Dude, what the hell you talkin' about? I am Alfred. Get your eyes checked fucking moron....." He said. You narrowed your eyes, beginning to become enraged. Who the tell was this guy? And where is Alfred?
"Alfred would never dress like that, or act like that, or smoke!" You cried, looking him dead in the face. "What'd you do with the real Alfred?" You asked.
"Oh God...he didn't-" Matthew mumbled. You're face paled, as if a ghost. Shooting a glance at Alfred, you asked:
"Did you kill him?!"
"No...I didn't kill him. Because I'm right here idiot...." He said. You're face exploded with anger, redness covering your (skin color) face.
"That is enough class.." You teacher called. "Mr. Jones. We all know the rules. No smoking on school property. So throw away that cigarette." The teacher snapped. Alfred took another drag, putting his feet on the table in the process.
"Okay lady, if you piss me off anymore, I will get the bat in my car that I put nails into. So don't make me, alright?" Alfred said. You groaned, putting your head on the desk and not picking it up until the class was over.
You zoomed out of class, and down the hall to your locker, were "Alfred" waited for you.
"Oh shi-" You mumbled, beginning to turn away, hoping to find Matthew. But, someone grabbed your arm. You looked behind you and saw Alfred's hand grasping your tiny arm. "Let me go..."
"And how the hell are you going to make me, sweet cheeks?" He asked, pulling you over to him, and wrapping an arm around your waist. You felt a blush tint your cheeks.
"Don't touch me! I don't know who you are, or what sick fucking twisted up game you're playing but it isn't funny to me, and probably not to Matthew either!"
"Aw, my brother. What a waste. Nobody even notices the guy. I say we feed him some of Arthur's cooking and kill him off." Alfred said.
"That's horrible!" You cried.
"Isn't it? He could never cook to save his life." Alfred said with a laugh, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and throwing it to the floor, crushing it with the sole of his foot.
"Not that! The fact that you'd want to kill your own twin brother, with your older brothers cooking!" You cried.
"Look chick, I don't need your fucking opinion."
"And I don't need you! Now were is the real Alfred!" You cried, poking his cheast with your finger. He grabbed your finger, and twisted it around. You shrieked in pain. "Nggh!!!" You cried in pain.
"I already told you, I am Alfred...." He let go of your finger, making you clutch it in pure pain. "...Dude..." And with a grin, he pulled a new cigarette out of his case, and shoved it in his mouth, lighting it up. And, spinning around, he walked down the other end of the hallway. You watched him leave. You growled, as the boy happily strolled down the hallway, the puffs of smoke from his ciggarette visable until he turned the corner.
~Fin
The entire title is called "The Bad Boy You've Become."

Hey. This is a request from :iconhetafiftystates: She wanted a 2p!AmericaxReader story and that's what I gave her. I'm still learning about 2p!Hetalia, so I am so sorry if America's 2p!ness is off. Anyways, enjoy!!!!

Request is by :iconhetafiftystates:
America,England,and Canada belong to Hetalia
Story is mine
You belong to your parents until you are 18 years old. :D

EDIT: People are asking me to continue you this. And I knew people would. But, I have to many requests and I had orginated for this to be a one-shot. So once my requests are done, I will continue this once I finish the other planned requests. So please don't tell me it should be continued because I know that.
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murrayb's avatar
O.O You cant use Arther's cooking to kill Mat!......You have to use Oliver's cupcakes! ^w^


Oliver is 2P England