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2P America X Reader: Have You Ever Felt Alone?

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I'm not sure where this idea came from, but here's my first attempt at an X Reader. Please leave any comments or suggestions below! ^.^
This is part 1 and I hope there will be more!
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    Cold winds whipped your hair around your face as you forced your way through the frozen field of flowers. The sky was ablaze with the Aurora Borealis and the white moon. Your whole body was numb from the cold, but the goal was in sight. A small train station emerged in the distance.
    "I'm almost there." You said, pulling the thin jacket you wore closer to your body to keep warm. But the closer you got to the station, the harder the wind blew to keep you away.
    "No." You lifted your arm to keep the wind out of your eyes. "Stop getting in my way!" You yelled out to the night air, but the wind only grew stronger. You slid on the frozen grass, falling onto the sharp edges of the plants. Cuts now lined your arms and legs but you couldn't feel them.
    Staring into the sky you asked your surroundings one question. "Why can't I go there?" The wind picked up in response. "What's at the other end of that station that you won't allow me to see?" The wind calmed down a little to a slight breeze. You guessed this was your answer. Pulling yourself up, you sat cross-legged on the frozen earth. This land was truly beautiful. Color splashed everywhere and the ice acted like crystals reflecting sun from a window. You didn't want to leave.
    The wind picked up slightly, but now in the opposite direction; as if it was nudging you on towards the place it once so desperately kept you away from. Using your knees as a brace you picked yourself back up and started to make your way to the station. You pulled the jacket closer to your body, although the resisting force of the wind apparently liked you now, that doesn't make it any less cold. The station was dilapidated, the floor cracked and what little remained of the glass windows was strewn all over the cement base. A lone sign lay rusted on the floor.
   
      Grand Central Terminal
      89 E 42nd St, New York
      Y...u  Can't G...  Bac...  Now     

    The rest of the sign was too rusted out to read. "That doesn't make sense." you said to yourself. "The Grand Central Terminal is huge, why is this station the same as that one?" You pick up the sign and lay it on a rotted bench, not wanting to check to see if the bench was safe, you sit on a rock next to it. Sighing, you look out over the edge of the tracks. The field covers them, but you can make out the slight outline of a set of rails extending  either way of the station.  You stood up again and walked over to the edge of the station where the trains would stop to load passengers. A small breeze of wind wound it's way past your legs and kicked up some dust, taking it away as it blew past the station. 
    A sound echoed from the distance, a long, deep whistle. Then not to long after a light could be seen. 
    "Is the the train I need to take?" You spoke to your surroundings again.
    A slight breeze was the only response. Well that didn't help much. You don't speak wind, then again, you didn't think anyone did either. Backing away from the edge of the platform you looked behind you at the sign for the station. 
    "You can't go back now huh? We'll see about that." A smile shown itself proudly on your lips as the train pulled into the terminal. 
    It was a gorgeous and sleek sliver bullet train. Compared to the ruins of the station, it looked as if it were from a different span of time. From where you were, there seemed to be no one riding it. As the brakes gave a final scream the doors opened silently and the interior waited to be occupied. With one final look to the old station you boarded the train and took a seat by the door.
    At the other end of the car the pair of doors slip open to let a man through. "Do you have your ticket?" He asked.
    "Ticket?"
    "Yes, you need a ticket to ride this train." 
    "I-I don't have one..." you stammered a little. This was the only way you knew how to leave.
    "Did you check your pocket?" He asked.
    "I-no." You reached your hand into your coat pockets and come up with nothing. Then you checked your breast pocket  and still came up with nothing. You worriedly search over all of your belongings to finally find it stuck in a little hidden pocket sewn into your shoe. Nervously you hand it to the man and apologized for the wait.  He took it with no questions asked and turned to leave.
    "Wait!" you said hurriedly. "Don't you need to know where I'm going?"
    He stopped and hesitated a moment before answering with his back to you. "You're going home, aren't you?" Then he continued into the next car.
    Silence ensued after he left. How did he know I was going home? You thought. 
    
    "Please remain seated when the train is in motion for your safety" 
    "Keep an eye on all belongings"
    "Pull the emergency switch if you need to make an emergency stop"

    These among other warnings were listed on a large poster near all of the doors. Other posters decorated the walls either for further advisories or advertisements. Your eyes danced among all of these before settling on the view from outside your window. The field of frozen flowers was gone now, but it was replaced by a clear blue lake. Mist rose off of the lake and accompanied by the moon, was seemingly one of the most breathtaking things you've ever seen. You moved over to sit near a window to get a better look. Other than a few blue herons and some strange fish, the lake was completely devoid of life. Almost as if it were sleeping.
    While you were gawking at the lake, one of the pairs of sliding doors opened. A small, elderly woman walked into your car.
    You turned to look at her. "Hello ma'm. Isn't this a wonderful view?" you asked.
    She looked outside at the lake and sighed. "I've seen it one-too-many times now." A saddened look crossed her face.
    "Is something wrong?" you asked her.
    " My husband died here. His boat ran aground during a storm and he was drug out to the deep waters."
    "I-I'm sorry to hear that..." you trailed off. You felt bad for her, to be alone at her age didn't seem to be easy.
    "I'll make it dear." She said sensing your worry. "It's you who you should be worrying about."
    "Wha-" you started, but the woman sat next to you and looked out the window.
    "Yes my dear, you have quite the adventure ahead of you. You'll meet many interesting people I'm sure, but one will make himself stand out among the rest." She nodded her head at you.
    "What are you talking about?" You said, "I'm going home, not on some adventure."
    "Are you dear? Are you really going home?" She smiled, then she faded into the air.
    "Where did you go?" you asked no one in particular. Looking around, the train car was empty again. 
    What was that? You thought, turning your attention outside the window again.
    To yet another surprise.
    The window in front of you was black. You couldn't see anything through it accept your reflection. You turned to look at the other windows, but they were all black as well. 
    "We have to be going through a tunnel..." 
    Touching the window made you think otherwise.
    The reflection in the window wasn't yours, but of a man. 
    He had red hair and eyes with a tanned complexion. A strange curl came from his head ending in an abrupt point matching the nails that went through the bat he carried on his shoulder. A brown jacket, white shirt, and dog-tags completed his look. The man was standing next to another with a pink sweater on, who was attempting to shove a neon cupcake in his mouth to no avail. He seemed to be in the middle of yelling at him when he whipped his head to the side in your direction.
    At the same time, the glass exploded on the windows forcing you to the ground with a yelp. Through the crack of you fingers you could see a large pipe heading for you head-

    You sat up in your bed screaming and dripping in sweat. Placing a hand on your chest, you look at your surroundings and realize you're in your room. Outside you can hear the familiar New York City bustling even at this late hour. You get up and look outside your window and all of the bright lights surrounding your apartment. Your head was pounding but you decided against taking some pain relievers, instead you opened your window to let in some cold winter air and relax against the windowsill. Looking outside and past most of the tallest buildings, you can see the horizon line. And even though you aren't thinking about it, you can sense that the red-haired man from your dream was out there. Staring back. Wondering the same thing you were.

Who Are You?
This is the first time I've ever written an X Reader before, I hope you like it! I hope to continue it. Hopefully this will be the first of many chapters! That moment when you notice ALL of the spelling mistakes that you've made.... GAH. Oh well.

Hetalia belongs to Hideki himaruya
You belong to 2P America Yourself
But the plot for this X Reader belongs to me.

Part 1: You're Here!!!
Part 2: [link]
Part 3: [link]
Part 4: [link]
Part 5: TBA
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legendWA's avatar
omg omg omg. this is so good keep it up. the first chapter it self was so intresting im gonna read the next chapter.

btw what does TBA mean?