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“Testing, testing, I'm just suggesting,
You and I might not be the best thing,”
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(3rd person P.O.V.)
Alfred F. Jones. He was your best friend from kindergarten, the quarterback on the football team, and all in all, the most popular guy at Hetalia High. Not to mention, he was your boyfriend of three months, up until recently, after the final football game of the season.

“Alfred… I’m not even sure you need hear this… but I want to break up.” You mutter under your breath the day after the game.

“Hey, babe… what? …(Name)?” Alfred starts his usual greeting as loud as usual, but as soon as he processes your words, his voice is hushed, like he didn’t see this coming. He reaches out to you, but before he can hold you back, you let out a sigh and hold back tears as you turn on your heel to get to your next class as soon as the bell rings. Alfred just stares at you as you leave, frozen in shock. What happened? What did he do to make you break up with him? He loved you so much…

--Flashback--

‘I can’t wait to see Alfred!’ you think to yourself, nervously twirling your hair around your index finger. You two had been best friends for the longest time, but ever since he asked you out about three months ago, you had become shyer around him. You became more conscious about what you wore and how you acted around him, though he loved you for everything you had grown to be. You always tried your best for him, and you couldn’t bear the thought of ever losing him.

You approached the football locker room after another of Hetalia High’s winning game of the season, eager to see Alfred. You giggled to yourself and blushed lightly, giddy at even the thought of your boyfriend. But your smile was wiped clear off your face when you saw Alfred today. There was a blonde girl’s back towards you, pressing Alfred up against the wall. Her back was towards you, but the position they were in gave you enough information to know that they were kissing. Making out, to be exact.

You turned to leave, but a very familiar voice, one that you loved to hear, called your name. Tears immediately sprung to your eyes, and all you could think was, ‘why?’
“(Name)?” Alfred called out, out of breath. You inhaled sharply, refusing to turn, and you ran.
“(Name)!!”

You didn’t know where you were running, but it was better than staying there with him. And her. Whoever she was.

Soon, you found yourself in the park where you and Alfred first met when you were three. Tears flooded your eyes as you thought about him. What did you do to ever deserve this? What was wrong with you? Did he not like you anymore? You gave him everything; you loved him with all your heart and you would have never done anything like that to him!

Every time you thought about him, all you could see was that scene… their bodies so close together… her hands tangled in his hair… her arms around his waist… her hands going up his shirt…

“Ahh! …what the hell!” You let out a small cry of pain as you doubled over on the swing you were on. Your heart throbbed with every breath you took and a lump formed in your throat. Tears rolled down your face uncontrollably, and small sobs wracked your body. What went wrong in your relationship?

--End of Flashback--


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Exit, exit, somehow I guessed it right, right,
But I still want you, want you,
Don't mean to taunt you, If you leave now,
I'll come back and haunt you,
You'll remember, return to sender now, now
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(The next day after the breakup)
You felt completely broken; you couldn’t concentrate on any of your classes. Even though you were an A+ student, your grades were dropping really quickly, despite the breakup being just yesterday. You just got back an R on a physics test though Ms. Wilsen was a great teacher, and you knew why. But you simply didn’t care anymore. You wondered how Alfred was doing… wait, stop it!! You can’t think about him anymore! You have to pass… because… Alfred. You loved him too much.
You couldn’t live without him.

(Alfred’s P.O.V.)
What happened to (Name)? I thought she would understand that I love only her! What she saw after the football game… that girl was almost raping me! Heroes don’t hit girls… I couldn’t hit her. But just thinking about (Name)’s hurt expression yesterday, I think I could. I couldn’t live without (Name)... I thought she knew that…
“Hola, Alfred!” I twitched as I felt something – a ball of crumpled up paper – hit the back of my head in physics.
“What?” I grumbled as I turned to glare at the thrower – Antonio –  not in the mood to talk to anyone except for (Name). (Name)… I need to talk to her… I miss her.
“You and your chica are so out of it today. What happened?” Toni whispered.
“She broke up with me…”
“What?”
“I said, she broke up with me!” I shouted as I pushed the desk forward and left the room, slamming the door behind me. I felt my face turn red as I heard the teacher call me back, but I ignored her. I couldn’t take it anymore, knowing that the stupid blonde after the game – Merysa, was it? – ruined it all. I flipped her a single digit and stormed out of the school.

--Time skip~ to end of physics period (because no one likes physics c: )--

I returned to class just as the bell for the next period rang, intending to apologize to Ms. Wilsen, but I saw her talking to (Name). I leaned against the door nonchalantly, listening in to their conversation as people passed me in the hall, hurrying to get to their next class.
“(Name), I need to talk to you about your physics test… you’re my brightest student.”
“…”
“(Name)… are you okay? Your test results show nothing of your ability,” I peeked around the corner, and saw a large, red “R” printed on the top of (Name)’s test. My jaw dropped, but I quickly closed it and turned back around the corner, remembering that I was eavesdropping. I heard (Name) sigh deeply, sniffle and emit a small sound of hurt from her throat.
“Thank you Ms. Wilsen for your concern… I’m alright, thanks.”
“(Name) –”
“I’ll study harder for the next test.” (Name) briskly stated as she walked out of the room. She didn’t even turn towards me, so I had to grab her wrist and pull her towards me.

“What the hell was that, Alfred?” (Name) couldn’t hold it back anymore. The pain in her eyes was overwhelming, and tears streamed down her face.
“No, please don’t cry… I’m sorry (Name). It wasn’t what it seemed like!” I insisted, my voice rising. The remaining people in the hall turned to stare, but I glared at them, redirecting their attention back to their classes.
“You call yourself a hero?”
“(Name)… I’m sorry… ”
(Name) didn’t say anything as she broke away from my hold and raised her hand.
I didn’t see it coming, and I heard it before I felt it. She slapped me.
 

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“Well I just wish we could go back one more time and begin it,
Back before I lost myself somewhere, somewhere in it.”
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I skipped the rest of my classes for the day, not ready to be slapped again or to face the pain I saw in (Name)’s beautiful (e/c) eyes. I missed (Name) so much. I couldn’t live without her. I needed her. I thought looking through our pictures would help ease out the pain, but I was so wrong.
High school… photo booth at the mall, with stickers all over my face, compliments of (Name).
Elementary school graduation… we were hugging and sticking out our tongues at the camera.
Grade four… her (h/c) hair streaming behind her as I pushed her on a swing.
Kindergarten… where we first met in the park…

--Flashback--

“Kyaaah!” I heard a girl cry as she slid down the large slide. I peeked up above the see-saw, just to check if she was alright. After all, I’m the hero! I saw a pretty girl with pretty (h/c) hair and sparkling (e/c) eyes scrambling back up the stairs to slide down again and again. I smiled, and leapt up from behind the see-saw.

“I’m the hero, Alfred F. Jones!” I announced, putting my hands on my hips and tying my sweater around my shoulder as a cape. She giggled shyly as she came back down the slide and stood up. She was taller than me… how was a girl taller than the hero?!
“I’m (Name),” she smiled shyly at me as she offered me something in her hands… a dandelion? I took it, and not really knowing what to do with it, I stuck it in my hair. “Let’s be friends!” She flashed me another smile as she grabbed my hand and pulled me down the slide with her.
“It’s like I’m flying! I’m superman, and you’re my Lois!”

--End of Flashback--


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“I've been stuck now so long,
We just got the start wrong,
One more last try,
I'ma get the ending right,”
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I woke up staring at a picture of a three year old (Name) in the face. It brought all the memories of the last football game crashing down on me, and the throbbing in my chest started again. I couldn’t do this anymore. I had to put this in the past.

--Timeskip: four days later~ brought to you by poor Ms. Wilsen (OC)… no one likes physics…--

I couldn’t get over (Name) at all. I had tried to go out with multiple girls (thanks for Francis’ advice), but none could take the place of (Name). I had to fix what we had.


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“You can't stop this, and I must insist,
That you haven't had enough,
You haven't had enough,
Stuck now so long,
We just got the start wrong,
No more last place,
You better get your story straight,
You can't stop this, and I must insist,
That you haven't had enough,
You haven't had enough,”
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(3rd person P.O.V.)
Your best friends Elizabeta and Michelle tried to console you, saying that there were so much better people for you. They pointed out all Alfred’s flaws, but every time they did that, you stormed out. His eating habits were cute. His voice was music to your ears. His reaction to scary movies made you fall harder for him even more. Everything about him was perfect, and you completely understood why some other girl would fall for him… but you were too selfish. You couldn’t keep him all to yourself, could you? He was too perfect…
“Hey, (Name)…” Elizabeta said softly.
“Hi,” your voice was dull and emotionless.
“(Name), you don’t look too good… it’s like you haven’t slept for days, and your eyes are all puffy.” Michelle placed her hand on your shoulder comfortingly.
“I love him, Michelle,” you buried your head in your arms as you said this. You became a complete wreck ever since that night… that scene played over and over in your head, and evoked more tearless sobs that wracked your chest. You ran out of tears a long time ago, but the pain in your chest didn’t stop. Instead, it grew, and you found that you sometimes lost the strength to even hold yourself up. You had to hover near lockers to prevent yourself from falling in the middle of the halls – which you’ve done at least five times.

(Alfred’s P.O.V.)
I saw (Name) in the cafeteria, looking more frail than ever. But still. Beautiful. As I eyed their table, (Name)’s friends Elizabeta and Michelle glared daggers at me. I nervously smiled as I approached their table.
“Go away, you pig,” Elizabeta growled as she brought out a pan. What the hell? And I thought Gilbert was joking when he told me about the Hungarian girl… I ignored her, and tapped (Name) on the shoulder. Michelle glared.
“Don’t touch her. You’ve killed her, Alfred.” Michelle snapped. (Name) twitched at the sound of my name… or was that just wishful thinking?
“We need to talk, (Name).” No reply. “I guess that leaves me no choice,” I sigh as I lift her from her seat. She doesn’t struggle.


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“I still need you, need you, don't mean to tease you,
If you want me, I'll come back and meet you,
Whisper, whisper, you must admit you want it,
You, you want it,”
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“(Name), look at me,” I whisper as I tilt her chin up to meet her (e/c) eyes. I see that her eyes are red and slightly puffy, but completely tearless. The pain in my chest twists, and a lump forms in my throat. Seeing what I did to her made my eyes prick with tears.
“(Name)…”
“What do you want now, Alfred?” She pushed my hand away roughly, but I could tell she was weakened.
“Another chance.”
“Don’t you think that this is over? I think there’s nothing left to try for.”
“(Name)…”
“Stop trying, Alfred. I saw you after the game. Please don’t act like nothing happened.”
“It was just a kiss…” Oh crap. That came out wrong. No, I wasn’t trying to justify it! She was just overreacting… no… I’m sorry…
“What?!” her head snapped up in full attention and her smouldering (e/c) eyes held mine. Oh, shit. I can’t fix this!
“I still need you… I love you, (Name)...” I stood up and left, knowing that I just messed up the only perfect thing in my life. Goodbye, my Lois. I wish I could still be your hero.


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“Well I just wish we could go back one more time and begin it,
Back before I lost myself somewhere, somewhere in it.
We've been stuck now so long,
We just got the start wrong,
One more last try,
I'ma get the ending right,
You can't stop this, and I must insist,
That you haven't had enough,
You haven't had enough,
Stuck now so long,
We just got the start wrong,
No more last place,
You better get your story straight,
You can't stop this, and I must insist,
That you haven't had enough,
You haven't had enough,”
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---Flashback---

This was the day. This was the day I would ask (Name) out. I knew that she was the only person for me, but I’m not sure she felt the same way. She probably only thought me as a friend, but… I couldn’t hold it back anymore! I had to tell her!
“Wanker!” Arthur shouted as we were walking to school.
“What do you want?” I snapped my head back up in attention. Oh, it was just the crazy unicorn man with his sidekick, flying mint bunny.
“Daydreaming about (Name) again, aren’t you? Well, you bloody git, start paying attention to me when I’m speaking to you! It’s rude and ungentleman-like…” Arthur ranted on. I easily tuned out again, but nodded when I thought was an appropriate time for an answer to get Arthur to shut up. When we got to school, I ran to my first period class, not bothering to throw anything in my locker.
“Hey, wait up, you wanker!”

(In class)
I had planned my confession all night, but I could only find one satisfying way of confessing to (Name). I made a paper airplane with Lois and Superman sitting in it, and my question written inside: ‘Will you be my Lois Lane?’
“Oh, Mr. Jones? You decided to be on time today?” Mr. Dawson said, only half-jokingly. I smirked and took a seat across from (Name). As soon as he started teaching, I threw the plane at her, and landed it perfectly on top of her notes. She blushed and let a curtain of her hair cover her face. She chuckled quietly as the superman and Lois cut outs fell out, and her blush deepened, putting Antonio’s tomatoes to shame. I saw her scratch some words on the plane, and I waited eagerly for her to throw it back to me. She smiled at me, making my heart beat faster, and threw it back. Finally.
I opened it, and read the sentence that made me the happiest guy in the world: “Only if you'll be my superman~”

--End of Flashback--


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“Don't you need it? Don't you want this at all?
(testing, testing, I'm just suggesting)
Don't you need it? Don't you want this at all?
(testing, testing, I'm just suggesting)

Stuck now so long,
We just got the start wrong,
One more last try,
I'ma get the ending,
You can't stop this, and I must insist
(testing, testing)
You haven't had enough,
You haven't had enough,
Stuck now so long,
We just got the start wrong,
No more last place,
You better get your story straight,
You can't stop this,
(don't you need it, don't you want this at all)
And I must insist,
That you haven't had enough,
You haven't had enough,”
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(3rd person P.O.V.~ the next day)
You had come so close to taking back Alfred, but your final rejection to him just destroyed yourself. Your body somehow managed to experience more pain than ever before; your breathing became erratic and you felt a cold sweat come to your hands. No way could this be happening. You were clearly overreacting… no, it isn’t physically possible for this to be happening! ‘All the pain was emotional, not physical! No! (Name)!’ You screamed at yourself. ‘This was impossible…’ But then again, you thought that you and Alfred would be happy together forever. That was so possible, until IT happened. It was exactly two weeks since you broke up, and you already saw Alfred dating multiple girls. You wondered why he even bothered with you. Was it to tease you; to make you feel more pain than you already have? But even though you saw him with other girls, even though he avoided eye contact since last talking to you, you found yourself as in love with him as you were before.

You heard your doorbell ring, and rushed down to get it. Maybe mom forgot her keys, and locked herself out of the house again when she went to get the groceries… oh. It was Alfred. You tried to close the door, but unfortunately, he was stronger and overpowered all of your strength you used to push the door closed to keep the door open with one arm. You sighed and gave up.
“What do you want?”
“I want you to listen to me,” Alfred’s voice cracked. He stepped towards you and pushed something into your arms… a bouquet of dandelions? Was this some type of sick joke? You had enough of these weeds… or was he telling you that he felt like a weed in your life? Sucking all your happiness and joy out of your life, and… providing you with more love than ever… giving you the best friendship… giving you the most happy times of your life… no. These were a bundle of weeds.
“What the hell is this?!” You finally react and throw the weeds back at him. You couldn’t deal with seeing him. You loved him too much, and you just wanted him back. But you knew that was bad for you and him.
“Dandelions…” Alfred mumbled. Then it struck you. Dandelions. You gave one to him the first time you two met.
“I know that, idiot! Get out!” Just one glance at his face told you that you just took it too far. His lip quivered, and his blue eyes watered. In the matter of milliseconds, tears rolled down his face.
“I’m sorry, (Name). I really do love you.” He said, and left your house. “I’ll never bother you again. I’m really sorry it had to end this way.”

“Wait!” You grab his wrist and pull him back. He just looks at you and wipes his tears, which are still rolling. “I’ll listen.” He says nothing as you lead him to the living room to talk.
“…” Alfred doesn’t say anything, which is strange. But you’re used to him acting strange for the past few weeks.
“So?”
“I didn’t kiss her. I didn’t mean to, I meant to say. Heroes aren’t supposed to hurt girls… I tried pushing her away; she made me really uncomfortable. But I couldn’t hurt her.” Alfred trailed off, glancing at you momentarily to see your reaction. You sigh and cross your arms.
“But you hurt me.”
“I really love you. I can’t live without you. I didn’t want to kiss her; I don’t even know her! I can’t stop thinking about you; I tried, but I can’t at all! I tried to get over you, but no one is as good as you; no one can be my Lois but you! (Name)… please…” Alfred waited for a reply, but you only walked away.
“Wait here, Alfred Jones.” Alfred saw you walk up to your room and heard some rustling for about three minutes, then saw you come back down with something behind your back. You threw it at him and he lifted his arms up to block it, thinking you were still mad. You couldn’t stay mad; you loved him too much.

He opened his eyes and saw a very familiar airplane at his feet, with superman and Lois in it. He opened it and read it: “Will you be my superman?” You blushed as he read it.

“Only if you’ll be my Lois.”



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“ Testing, testing, I'm just suggesting,
You and I might just be the best thing.”
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First fanfic ever~~ hope you like it!
Song by Marianna's Trench (Haven't Had Enough)
Hetalia characters (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
Plot is miiine~~~
Dandelions are yours. You are yours. c: Unless you want to be Alfred's. *^^*

Also see my France x reader x England: [link]

And Romano x Reader: [link]
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Mirajosefin Featured By Owner 3 days ago
THE FEELS!! THE FEELS IS ATTACKING ME!!

It was just so sad but everything turned out good later on and! And! I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE! IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL!!

You are really awesome ... just saying ...
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xxnillyxx Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
OH MY I LOVE THAT SONG...
'Haven't had enough' right?? I was listening to it when i started t read this ^^
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Emgoldey Featured By Owner Sep 9, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I'm screaming this is too cute
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Kspowell2002 Featured By Owner Sep 9, 2014  New member Student Filmographer
What ... Just... Happened...
just kidding ! Adorable!
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AnimePanther921 Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2014  New member
I LOVE AMERICA AND THIS SONG WHEN I SAW THE TITLE AND PUT THE SONG ON AND SANG ALONG " TESTING TESTING IM JUST SUGGESTING YOU AND I MIGHT JUST BE THE BEST THING".........And then my mom was staring at me awkwardly
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LoZGamer316 Featured By Owner Aug 22, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Merysa, eh? Someone's gonna die (again) tonight, da? Russia (Curse) [V2] 
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LeRPG Featured By Owner Aug 12, 2014
ONE TEAR!!!! I SHED ONLY O-oh....I sheded.....more
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Sydles-le-Great Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2014  Student Traditional Artist
OH MY GOD I SAW THE TITLE AND IM LIKE COULD IT BE AND HOLY SHIT YOU KNOW MARIANAS TRENCH IM SO HAPPY AND I JUST LOVE HOW YOU USED THE SONG IN THIS FIC I LOVE IT TO MUCH

AND BY IT I MEAN THE STORY

BUT YEAH I HAVENT MET ANYONE WHO HAS KNOWN WHO THEY ARE I SQUEALED
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ChinaMyWaifu Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
THE RETURN OF MERYSA :iconnononoplz: I read your France-reader-England story first, sooo......yeah. :P I love all of your stories! They are very fun to read~ :iconnosebleedsparkleplz:
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Paper-Souls Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2014  Student General Artist
OH MY GOSH I LOVE AMERICA
AND I LOVE THIS SONG
NOW I LOVE YOU no homo xD
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