America X Reader: Deluded

  "I love you, (Name)" Alfred whispered sweetly in your ear.

  Those words echoed through out your hearing, causing dark hues of scarlet to rise across your cheeks. How loved him, ever since you fist laid eyes on him, you knew it. He was everything you wanted; happy and excepting as a norm, extremely protective, and serious but loving whenever you needed him to be. And for some, unknown reason, he chose you. He could have had anyone, absolutely anyone, yet you were his chosen one.

  "I love you too, Alfie" closing your eyes slightly, you wrapped your arms around his neck, slowly leaning in with him for a ki-

  Slamming the laptop shut, your breath came out in heavy bursts.

  You couldn't take it. 

 Being in love with somebody, who dosent even exist. 

  It was so painful, reading all these pieces of fanfiction describing him, telling multiple versions of his and your lives together. Walking around your home with headphones on, picturing little parts of that life with him that sat in sync with the music. Unwillingly hating any, and all, America pairings with any of the other characters. Sitting on your bed at night silently crying to yourself, because he would never be there to comfort you. It was unfair.

  Sure, maybe you had a crush or two in reality; but they weren't him. They weren't Mr.America. You couldn't get over him, no matter what you tried. Not reading fanfiction for days, focusing on other characters, it only made you depressed. 

  Walking into your room, you lay down on your bed, silently letting sadness over take you; because, in the end, you were just deluding yourself.

  

  In the end, your hero would never come for you.