Warm Me Up (America x Reader)

"Bloody Hell! Let go of me, (Name)!"

"B-But it's freezing! Lemme wear your sweater."

England only scoffed as you tugged at his sleeve helplessly. He couldn't blame you though, it was pretty cold for a fall morning, but he felt that was no excuse for you to not at least wear the school's uniformed pull-over.

"You should have brought your own. It is required you know."

You huffed and crossed your arms as you two countinued down the sidewalk. "Well technically this is your fault, Artie. Who walks to pick up someone anyway? We could've rode in that stupid Rolls Royce of yours."

"Don't talk about it like that! And you're the one that likes to take Alfred to school! You don't have to drag me along."

"You're my cousin, it's your job to see me to my destination safely."

England rolled his eyes as you finally made it to the other blond's home. Before you two could even walk up to the porch, the door swung open revealing Alfred F. Jones. His hair disheveled as usual and he wore his signature coat proudly.

"Dudes! What took you so long? I know Eyebrow's car is old, but it doesn't go that slow does it?"

"Shut up about her!"

You chuckled as England attempts to hit America in a fit of rage, but he blocks every weak attempt. Your merriment was cut short when a strong wind blew by, causing a shiver to run up your spin. 'Damn weather.' you thought while clearing your throat, gaining both of the teens attention. "As much as I love sitting here and watching you two tear at each other's throats, we have to get to school before first period."

England was quick to regain his composure. He nodded and dusted imaginary dirt off of his clothes. "Yes, of course, love. Let us be on our way."

He started to go down the path that led to school, you and America close behind.

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'What is with the wind today?' you ask yourself as another breeze rolled by. Sure it was October, but this was just ridiculous. You pull the uniformed dress down to at least cover your legs, but your efforts were futile. You tried the short sleeves on your button-down, but that didn't seem to work either. You groan slightly at you misfortune.

America glanced over to you and noticed your trembling. "Dudette? You alright?"

You answer with chattering teeth and shivers. "Yeah. I'm fine, don't worry."

America nodded hesitantly, knowing full well that you weren't 'alright'. He could feel the wind through his bomber jacket and it was pretty thick.

Another strong breeze and you trembled again. Your cousin paying you no mind.America sighed and unzipped his jacket. 'Hopefully she won't hit me for this.'

The boy started to slow his walk down, coming up behind you without your notice. Like a lion, he pounced, wrapping you up in his arms. He circled his arms around your middle and lifted you up, placing your feet on his and walked. All in one fluid motion

"Wh-Wha-."

"Sorry, (Name). Wouldn't be very heroic of me if I let a dame freeze, huh?"  he sounded calm and collected, but his heart was racing and his cheeks tinged pink. A normal reaction to being around an attractive person. Your reaction wasn't that far off from his. Heart racing and face a blaze.

Though America's walk was a waddle and both of your hearts could explode at any moment, both of you felt at ease and your shivers had ceased. It almost felt natural to be in his arms. He snuggled you closer to his chest and rested his chin on the top of your head. You sighed happily,  glad that you left your jacket.

But of course your rude ass family member had to ruin your precious moment.

"What the hell are you idiots doing?" his expression was anything but pleased, not liking that his favorite cousin was cuddling it up with a male.

"Artie, calm down. Like I said before, this could've been avoided if we drove the Rolls Royce."

"Nah, We wouldn't have made it to school. The thing would've broke down."

"You're right, Al. Poor thing wouldn't have made it out of the drive way."

"Shut up, you gits!"

You two laugh joyously at England, who frankly wants to punch both of you in the face.

Soon the school comes in sight and America reluctantly let's you out of the little 'burrito' that he formed. England wastes no time to leave you in the dust and it's just you and Al.

You look up into his eyes and he looks down into yours, but you revert them in embarrassment. America cleared his throat and you could see him shuffle his feet from the corner of your eyes.

"Y-You now if you're still cold when school ends,w-we could go out for hot chocolate, or something." he cursed himself for stuttering, but you only giggled at his cuteness. With all the confidence you could muster, you grabbed one of his hands and squeezed it affectionately.

"Yeah. I'd like that."

The smile he gave you made your cheeks heat up again and you let out a squeal when he dipped his head down to peck the tip of your nose.

"It's a date then.~