A Simple Misunderstanding (Fem!AmericaXReader)

CAUTION: CONTAINS SWEARING AND YURI. DON'T LIKE IT? DON'T READ IT. SIMPLE AS THAT.

It was just another day at your high school. Keeping your head down, you shuffled through the hallway from your last class. It wasn’t terrible, but you were happy the day was over. You see, nobody noticed you and that’s how you liked it. Not even the teachers could remember your name. You had but one friend, and over the years you had fallen hopelessly in love with that one person.

Your only friend was a girl by the name of Amelia F. Jones.

She was your opposite in so many ways, but you completed each other. Her vibrant personality complemented your quiet, borderline introverted ways. She was constantly smiling and talking, waving her hands in the air as she told story after story about wild parties and the latest gossip, while you nodded and listened to the best of your ability. When you are around a person like that for such a long time (you had met in seventh grade, and now you were seniors in high school), it was really quite inevitable that you would fall in love with her.

However, you were so deep in the closet that you were surprised you hadn’t met Aslan in Narnia. If anything, Amelia thought you were asexual, given your lack of interest in dating anyone, perfectly oblivious to the fact that you had eyes only for her.

But why would she give you a second thought when all you were to her was one of her countless friends, and how could you compete with her multiple (male) admirers! It was completely useless, but you still held on tight to the silk-thin strand of hope that somehow she returned your feelings.

That is, until you saw it.

You had turned the corner, looking for your dear friend, only to come face to face with the sight of Amelia laughing and clinging to the arm of a British kid you had seen in passing a few times. He pointed to something in the swarm of students, and she smiled and nodded, looking happier than you had ever seen her.

Your heart shattered into a million pieces, and you felt tears well up as you watched the happy couple.

As is sensing someone was watching, Amelia turned and looked at you. Her startling blue eyes widened in surprise, a foreign emotion flickering in her eyes as her mouth moved to form the first syllables of your name.

You turned on your heel and sprinted in the other direction, damning your heavy backpack and out of shape body, ignoring Amelia’s frantic cries as she desperately tried to get you to stop running and goddamn it, look at me! It’s not what you think it is, I swear! _____, please!

You weren’t stopping, and you sure as hell were trying your best to not listen. You just wanted to get as far away from this school and the hellish image of Amelia and her new boyfriend. You burst free of the school and just ran, too blinded by tears to see where you were going.

Shouts of annoyance from behind you helped you draw the conclusion that you were being followed, and the hand that grabbed at your shoulder confirmed it. You shook it off, roughly shoving your pursuer away, the words being spoken at you reduced to mere mumbles by the mental stress you were under.

You stumbled off a step of some sort, and fell flat on your ass on hard pavement. You gazed up, and for a split second they met Amelia’s eyes, so full of fear, her screams a low buzzing in your mind that you couldn’t quite comprehend. You moved to stand, to keep running from that desperate look in her eye because she shouldn’t be worried about you when she had so many other people who cared about her-

And then the car slammed into you, launching you into the air, the last thing you heard over the screeching of the wheels and the pounding of the blood in your ears was the wretched cry of ”NO!”

And then it all went black.

xXxXxXx

You awoke to a pounding in your head that made a migraine seem like a blessing in comparison. You tried to sit up, but more pain prevented that as well. You lowered yourself back down, thinking back to your last memories in an attempt to piece together what had happened.

Ah, right. You were hit by a car after running away from Amelia. The emotional pain tore through your chest once more and you so badly wished that the car had just killed you, because anything was better than this. It felt like some horrible being had manifested in your stomach and was slowly tearing everything to shreds in slow, deliberate movements.

Your misery was interrupted by a nurse walking in. You turned your head to meet her gaze, and she started before smiling softly. “Good, you’re awake. I’ll go tell your girlfriend, she’s been worried sick for the past few days.” And she walked out.

You stared after her, mind whirling. Girlfriend? You weren’t even out of the closet, much less capable of sharing your feelings with the only girl you would ever want to date. So who was this mysterious person claiming to be someone she’s not?

The nurse returned, cutting off your train of thought. You waited a moment, and the woman claiming to be your girlfriend followed. What was left of your heart leapt into your throat as Amelia shuffled in, not at all the vibrant personality you knew and loved. She looked like she hadn’t slept in days, her hair was greasy and matted, and there were thick, heavy bags under her eyes.

Her gaze met yours, and tears flooded her eyes and quickly overflowed onto her cheeks. With three quick strides she was by your side, clutching at your free hand and blubbering apology after apology. You didn’t know what to do, so you let her cry into the bed sheets while your mind swirled with confusion.

“What happened, ‘Melia?” you whispered after a few minutes. She raised her head, and you got a good look at the irritated red that rimmed her eyes, a tell-tale sign of excessive crying.

Amelia sat up and rubbed at a stray tear absentmindedly, sniffling pitifully. “Y-You saw me w-with Artie…and before I could explain you were running. I followed you, a-and you fell in the street,” she took a moment to collect herself, as if merely remembering was too much for her to bear, “and the car hit you. I saw you launch, that sound your body made…that sickening crunch, and there was so much blood… I though the whole thing was just a bad dream and that this couldn’t be happening because I’m supposed to be the hero and how can I call myself that anymore when I can’t even save the person I love?!”

Wait, you though, love?

Amelia wasn’t done just yet. “And the ambulance came a few minutes later but it seemed like longer, and they tried to take you away from me, and I threw such a fit that they let me come, and you’ve been in a coma for the past three days and they weren’t even sure if you were going to make it through the night…” by this time she was sobbing again, and you felt so horrible for the pain you had put her through. You reached out, ignoring the agony that flared through your arm, and brushed away one of the countless tears flooding from her eyes.

“I never left. They tried to make me leave, everybody did, but I wouldn’t go, because how could I leave you when you needed me the most?”

“But-“ you rasped, “what about your boyfriend…? Wasn’t he worried about you not going to school?”

“Oh Hell, ______, he’s not my boyfriend! That’s what I was trying to tell you! He’s my step brother, and he’s gay! He was pointing out his Frenchie boyfriend to me!” It was as if a huge burden had been lifted from your heart, and you found yourself smiling despite everything that had happened.

“Besides,” Amelia continued, in an almost shy manner that seemed so out of place when being applied to her. “How could I date him when I’m in love with you?”

“Me?” you squeaked, trying to sit up and look at her better but ultimately failing as you gasped in pain. Amelia gently pushed you back down so you were resting once more.

“Yes you, you silly girl. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to force my feelings on you.” She took one look at your shocked expression and laughed bitterly. “What, you thought I was straight, didn’t you?” You nodded dumbly, and Amelia’s smile grew slightly. “Well, as you can see, I am not.”

And with that, she leaned forward and gently kissed your lips, and it was the best damn feeling you had ever had.

It took six years, one heartbreak, and one car accident to get the kiss of your dreams from the girl you loved. It was so beyond worth it.