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America X Reader: Don't Touch My Studio

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America X Reader: Don't touch my studio

       The room was dark and smelled of fast food, maybe tortilla chips as well you weren't too sure, but it was your own home… kind'a. It was partly also your boyfriends, and partly your work space. As a budding fine artist who had recently graduated from college, and found herself with the man of her dreams the only natural step after that was to move in together right? Wrong. He was a slob. Constantly there were food wrappers from Arby's all the way to Taco Bell and everything in between strewn across the house, there where half eaten Pizzas and surprisingly though the house smelled like Tortilla chips nine times out of ten there were no tortilla chips to be found. You learned to put up with it, as long as he stayed out of the one room you used to do your painting in, and he cleaned up at least twice a week. You sighed knowing what you would see when you flipped on the lights so you squeezed them shut and flipped them on hoping it might be different. A slight peek through one open eyelid proved you wrong it was mess.
"God Alfred, didn't you just clean this up this morning?" you muttered as you walked past a McDonald's bag. You looked around your apartment for your boyfriend, you knew he had to be home he didn't work, and that's when you saw them, his feet. They were hanging over the back of the couch and the TV was blinking between a green and beige battle field and red splatters of most likely vectors of blood. Another sigh left your lips as you went over and poked your boyfriend in the foot jumping out of the way quickly as he spazzed into a fit of laughter.
"Whoa" He fell off the couch and looked up at you with those perfect innocent blue eyes as he pulled his big headphones through his wheat blond hair to hang around his neck. "Dude ________ when did you get home" He flashed you one of those amazing smiles of his as he stood up brushing a few fries off his shirt.
"didn't I tell you to clean up?" you said with your arms held out to your side displaying the mess behind you and in front of you and if it could be above… oh wait it was there was a slice of pizza on the ceiling again "Really Alfred the ceiling, the ceiling what were you doing that there is pizza on the ceiling AGAIN!"
Alfred looked around shoving his hands into his sweat shirts pocket and rocked back and forth on his heals like a kid. "I was um… it was scary okay, the guy came out of nowhere in the game and like yeah."
With this you face palmed "Alfred it's the middle of the day how the heck can you be afraid of a game in the middle of the day it's bright and shiny outside there's no rain and the window is open for Christ sakes you can hear the street traffic and the pigeons, what game was it"
Alfred smiled an uneasy smile and looked up at you walking around the couch to hug you "does it matter you're home so now we can clean together right?"
Pushing him away you looked him dead in the eyes "No, You get to clean this, you're not off the hook yet" You walked past him to your studio door and pushed it open slowly only to have Alfred run over and slam it shut again in your face "What The… ALFRED" You tried to push him away from the door which failed.
"Hey so babe, don't you want to watch a movie or something like that?" He started pushing you back to the couch. "We could even watch that one move you like uh… what was it again?"
"___ (fave movie) ____ is the name of the movie, and no I want you to clean up while I go and finish my painting for the gallery, they'll be here in an hour to pick it up." You quickly moved to the side letting your boyfriend stumbled as you rushed back to your studio door throwing it open quickly to find that it too was a mess.
"Babe?"
You didn't answer him you just stood at the door with your mouth wide open for all the flies in the world to fly in.
"Um... Hun…" Alfred walked over to you "__________?"
Slowly you turned your head to look at him your normally calm ___ (eye color) ___ eyes where now furious and enraged as you swiftly grabbed your boyfriend's collar pulling him down to meet you eye to eye.
"Wh… I… GHAAAA!" You said as you threw his collar out of your hand and stormed into the room. "I don't even, WHAT IS MY ONE RULE ALFRED ONE RULE!"
"Don't touch your studio"
"AND WHAT OOOOONE RULE DID YOU BRAKE"
Alfred looked down at the ground rocking back and forth on his heals again like a kid "I touched your studio and made it messy"
You turned around to glare at him pointing and shaking your finger while nothing but sounds of anger came out of your mouth as you walked around the room looking for the piece you where painting that was now not on the easel. Sadly when you did find it there was a lovely glob of condiments on it along with a pickle.
"ALFRED F. JONES" you said through gritted teeth. He slowly entered into the room looking at you then down at the painting and then back at you
"I uh… You see what had happened was… I … there was this crash and…" He trailed off as he noticed your hands balling into fists "_________, I'm sorry."
"Out" you whispered and when he didn't move you looked him square in the face and whispered it again "out now" He walked out of the room and stood at the door. No he wasn't listening you wanted him out of the house fully no more apartment for him, you weren't exactly forming properly constructed sentences through your anger in your mind. With this you picked up the first thing your hand wrapped around and threw it
"uh Hun… you're not goanna Please don't" With that he ducked as a floor lamp went flying past him and through the window of the apartment "oh no" he rushed over to the window yelling out it "Look out for that flying floor lamp" he turned around just in time to start ducking and weaving more flying items "Oh my god where did all that parmesan cheese come from? I don't remember having that much pasta."  He dodged a few more items and then suddenly it stopped so he walked back over to the door "… ______________? You okay?"
That's when you jumped out from behind the door and started beating him with your poke-a-dotted umbrella. "ALFRED YOU'RE A JERK WHO DOESN'T CARE FOR ANYONE OR ANYTHINGS STUFF AND PERSONAL SPACE GET OUT OF THE HOUSE NOW!"
He just keep backing away blocking as well as he could until he tripped and fell over something landing with a bang and a crunch causing you to stop.
"Why was there a crunch?" You looked down at Alfred who had the sad puppy look along with pain across his face. "Please tell me you fell on a crunchy-shelled taco or something like that?" Alfred just shook his head "then what did you fall on?"
Alfred bit his lip as he sat there looking up at you holding back tears "A"
"What Alfred spit it out?"
"A glass"
"A WHAT?" You quickly dropped the umbrella and rushed over to your boyfriends side to try and comfort him when all of a sudden you where pulled into a great big bear hug and tackled to the ground yourself " Alfred" you looked at him wide eyed as he smiled his devious smile.
"Nope you where right just a crunchy-shelled taco" He smiled again as you tried to hit him both of you laughing at this point when you heard a knock on the door. You both looked at each other then at the door Alfred was the one to get up and answer it wiping some of the taco meat off his butt which caused you to giggle some more.
"Oh Hey Francis, Feliciano, You here for ____________'s works of amazing art?"
"Oui, we are but we can come back at a later time for that…"Francis and Feliciano looked around Alfred to see you sitting on the floor.
"Si, we saw a broken window and a lamp out a side and though something might a happened."
Alfred giggled a little "Nah she had a little bit of a spaz, nothing I couldn't handle."
You shot Alfred another glare as you stood up yourself "Please pardon the mess; let me go get some of the pieces." You left for a few moments letting them men talk as you looked at your one piece Alfred had messed up. 'there's no way I'm getting that off it's already solidified' you thought to yourself and then looked around your studio a little bit more to find a Big Mac McDonalds wrapper lying on the floor, you quickly rushed over and picked it up rubber cementing it to the piece. Behind the condiment stain, pickle, and food wrapper, was a beautiful forest scene, which you just made into a political statement about how humans where polluting the world and blah blah blah. "I hope these pieces are all good" You came out with a few of your other works under your arms and then went back for this last one "Oh Alfred can you come here?"
"Yes?" Alfred blinked a few times looking at the two other men and then walked over to you "what's up… oh god no I'm sorry now it's even more messed up when did that wrapper get there?"
You smiled "I put it there, and since this is a piece that was made by me and you, I think you should sign it."
"Wait, sign it? But I messed it up." You put a sharpie in his hand and took the lid off of it.
"Nope you made it into a political statement, not exactly my favorite thing to do with my art, but I'm cool with it. Actually the stain looks kind'a cool."
With that Alfred signed it you handed it over to Francis and Feliciano as they said they could use it in their exhibition next week, and left with all the paintings leaving you to flop on the couch along with Alfred.
"____________, are we cool, I'm really sorry I went into your studio I just wanted to see what you where working on."
"Yeah" you laughed leaning over and kissing him on the cheek "but as punishment you get to clean the house and fix the window… oh and don't forget to get the lamp"
Alfred looked at you "I don't think we want the lamp back, it kind'a went through the car window"
You looked at him eyes wide as you gasped placing your hands over your mouth.
"It's cool, I was planning on getting a new car anyway" He just laughed and threw a food wrapper at you starting a food wrapper fight. You came to the conclusion that the house was going to get cleaned later, as always.
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I hope you enjoy this reader insert, there where a few rules you had to fallow So I hope I did well fallowing them.

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TadaKari's avatar
aw! this was cute! too bad about the car, though....