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SMACK! One down, two to go., Al smiled murderously at the other two drunks that were still alive.  They stared at the red-eyed American in utter fear.
"It's the devil! The devil has come to kill us!" They screamed like a bunch of idiots.  The chubbier one stumbled over the skinny one as they began to back up, resulting in both of them landing on their asses.  Al snickered, and spun the nailed bat between is his middle and pointer finger as he slowly advanced towards them.
“I’m not the devil you dumbasses.  More like your worst nightmare.” He sneered.  With only two swings of his bat, both drunks were lying dead and bloodied on the concrete floor of the alley.  Al sighed, while casually wiping some smeared blood of his face and walking behind one of the dumpsters where a crying little girl (around three years old) was huddled up, hiding her face in her hands.
“Yo, kiddo, you okay?” The American asked awkwardly, crouching down to her level.  He wasn’t exactly good with kids.  The girl looked up at his with her big watery (e/c) eyes, taking in everything from the blood smeared on his face to the nailed bat he was holding.  Al expected her to cry, to run away screaming bloody murder, but instead the child stood up and gave him a hug.  Her tiny arms barely made their way around his neck, but she didn’t care.  The red-eyed American tensed for the slightest second before letting a small smile come to his face.  This was new, but it was a good kind of new.
“Hey kid, you got a home?” Al asked, only to get a shake of the head.
“Er, you got a name?” Another shake of the head.  The American grinned.
“You got that guy’s wallet?” He pointed to one of the dead drunks, earning a nod from the little girl.
“Atta girl!” Al laughed, ruffling the child’s hair.  She let out a cute giggle, and smiled from ear to ear.  That was when the red-eyed American decided that he was going to have a daughter.

Ten Years Later...

Just A Normal Day

“I’m home!” You called, walking through the door, and dropping your bag on the floor of the foyer.  Harley, your four month old, 124 pound rottweiler, came running tackling to the ground with his excessive licking.
“Ahahaha, Harley, down boy!” You ordered trying to push him off you.  He barked happily, wagging his tail with his tongue sticking out.
“Would you keep that damn dog quiet? He’s interrupting my game.” Matthew called from the living room, turning the game at least twice as loud.
“Sorry Uncle Matt!” You called back, feeding the dog a treat and letting him outside for some fresh air.  You walked into the living room, plopping down next to the grouchy Canadian and watching the hockey game.  Matthew threw an arm around your shoulder, giving you a quick kiss on the head, before his eyes darted back to the TV.
“My money’s on the Rangers.” You whispered to your uncle after a moment or two.  He gave a dry laugh.
“Oh yeah? How much you got?”
“Five-hundred give or take.  Double or nothing?” You offered, holding your hand out for him to shake.  Matt gave a smirk.
“Deal.  Bruins are killing so far.”

Two Hours Later...

“WOO HOO! GO RANGERS!! YOU SCORE THAT GOAL RICKY!” You screamed at the TV jumping up and down on the couch.  Matthew stared at the flat-screen silently, his left eye twitched in utter furiousity.  Once you quieted down, you gave the Canadian a quick hug.
“Aw, is mwy Uncwle Mattie mwad that he wost the bet?” You teased, in a baby voice.  Matt stayed still, but clenched his fists in annoyance, the odd curl on the side of his head shook angrily, causing you to giggle.
“I’m just kidding.” You said through your fit of laughter, giving your uncle a quick kiss on the cheek making him calm down a little.
“But I expect those five-hundred dollars in my bank account by the end of this week.” You smiled proudly, until the door opened.
“God dammit, what the hell’s wrong with this mut?!” A familiar voice shouted, almost overpowering the barking and growling of Harley.  You jumped out of your seat and glared angrily at your dog.
“Harley, sit!” You yelled in a demanding tone.  The rottweiler stopped attacking the American, and slowly walked up to you with an apologetic whimper.  You fed him another treat and told him to go to your room.
“I swear to God.  One day you’ll come home from school and that dog will be murdered in the front yard.” Al muttered angrily, causing you to giggle.
“You said the same thing about my goldfish.”  He grinned, picking you up from the ground and spinning you around in a back-breaking hug, as you laughed.

Holiday Dinners

“Merry Christmas Uncle Olly~” You chirped sweetly letting the Brit into your house, before giving him a hug.
“How’s my poppet been doing, hm? Has your dumbass father been taking good care of you?” Oliver asked.
“I heard that, you damn hippie!” Al called from the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge and taking a seat at the dining table with Matthew and Francois.  Five minutes into dinner, and your dad and three uncles began to argue about the best way to murder people.
“I say just beat zhem to a pulp.  It’s a good workout and zhe jackass dies slowly and painfully.” Uncle Francois argued, while smoking a cigarette and leaning back in his chair.
“Are you kidding me? Stabbing is the easiest.  Just sitting there and watching the asshole bleed to death is entertaining.” Uncle Matt interjected, while Al laughed dryly.
“I’d prefer using my bat, thank you.” He stated simply before taking another swig from the beer can and crushing it in his hands, chucking it into the garbage can at least ten feet away.
“I think poisoning the wanker would most certainly do the trick better than all your unoriginal killing methods.” Oliver interjected, smiling creepily from ear to ear.  The four men yelled and cursed while getting out of their chairs to strangle each other.  Your eyebrow twitched in annoyance, before you slammed the knife down in the table, puncturing the wood, while creating a loud BANG.  Your uncles, and your dad looked at you in surprise.
“How about this? First you drug the guy with one of Uncle Olly’s famous cupcakes, then begin to beat him to the pulp because he’s too out of it to fight back.  Beating him does include hitting him with a nailed bat by the way, and if he’s still alive stab him repeatedly, and watch the blood spill out.  Does that work?!” You yelled at them.  There was a moment of silence before all of them muttered approval to your method and sat back down at the table.  You smiled cheerfully as if nothing happened.
“Now who’s up for dessert?” You asked, standing up and walking into the kitchen to put their dishes away.  You poked your head back in the dining room with a smirk on your face.
“Besides, just shooting them with a gun would be the easiest thing to do.” The comment caused the argument to start all over again.


You slowly unlocked the front door, and trudged inside.  Your eyes were watery and red, smearing the small amount of makeup you’d put on for your first date.  It was late at night and most of the lights were off in the house, making you think that Al was asleep.  You went upstairs and changed into pajamas, while washing off your mascara.  Harley was fast asleep on your bed leaving no room for you.  But you couldn’t sleep anyways, so you slowly made your way downstairs and into the kitchen.
“Dad?” You said in a hoarse voice.  Seeing the red-eyed man rummaging through the fridge.  He looked up to the sound of your voice with a smile, which quickly faded into a scowl when seeing your tears.
“What did that bastard do?” He asked engulfing you in a hug, which you quickly returned as you sobbed into his black bomber jacket.
“I-it was going good for the first h-hour.  And he s-said he had to g-go out to make a phone call.  H-he didn’t come back after a while, s-so I walked out to s-see what he was doing.  And I saw him making out with some brunette whore!” You cried, letting your tears soak his T-shirt.  Al held you like that for a little while longer before, letting you go and smiling down at you.
“You wanna beer?” He asked, and you smiled back.  After a few moments of talking with your dad, he sighed angrily.
“I’m going to kill that little prick.” Al growled, causing you to smile softly.
“You don’t have to, but thanks for the offer dad.” You put your can of beer on the counter and gave him another hug.
“Love you, kiddo.”
“Love you too, dad.” There was a moment of silence before you felt a pair of lips press against your head.
“Where’d you hide the body?”
“Dumpsters.” You felt Al smirk.
“Atta girl.”

School Night Rules

You sat at the kitchen table, staring at your Trig homework, while pinching the bridge of your nose.  Almost done.  I just have physics left after this, you thought happily.  You were already tired, since you had a hockey and baseball game earlier today.  The house was thankfully peaceful, because Uncle Matt hadn’t come over today, and your dad was God knows where.  You weren’t worried though, he always came home somewhat alright.  Maybe just an occasionally punched out tooth or dislocated shoulder, but nothing serious.  Suddenly, the front door burst open and you looked up in surprise.
“Ohh~ Al! Ah~” A woman’s voice moaned, causing you to scowl.  Quietly getting up from your spot on the table, you hid behind the staircase and peeked your head out slightly to see what was going on.  If you’d eaten dinner, you would’ve barfed it up, watching your dad pin some red head to the wall and make out with her.  His hands felt her up, while kissing her face, lips and neck.  The lady continued to moan loudly, which started to irritate you.  It was too gross to watch anymore, so you stormed out from your hiding spot and pushed Al away from the woman.  Grabbing a fistfull of her hair and dragging her to the front door.  She yelped in pain, once you threw her onto the front porch.
“Call me!” She yelled to the American, before you slammed the door shut.  With a sigh you mustered the best glare at scowl you could, and turned around to confront your father.  Seeing your face, his frown turned into a look of fear.
“Dollface?” No response, just a death glare.
“_-______, I’m-”
“No.  Just no.” You interrupted him, “This is the eighth time this month you broke the rule! How many damn time do I have to remind you dad? NO SLUTS ON A SCHOOL NIGHT!!!!” You yelled, causing Al to back up and stumble on the staircase.
“I’m scarred for life.  I won’t be able to sleep for the rest of my days.” You mumbled to yourself, feeling nauseous by the very image.  Walking back to the table, you paused, glaring back at your father.
“Alright! Alright woman! No need to shout.” Al muttered, trudging up to his bedroom, while you stood there until hearing his bedroom door shut.

Birthday Presents

“_______, it’s time to open your presents!” Oliver chirped, leading you into the living room where five presents were piled up on the coffee table.  You licked the rest of the blue and pink frosting from your fingers before running to the couch with your uncles and dad slowly following behind.
“Wow, you guys are the best! They’re so many! Where should I start??” You questioned, looking at the neatly wrapped gifts.  Uncle Francois bought you a flask for alcohol, a pack of cigarettes, and a swiss army knife.  Uncle Matt got you a hockey stick that was used by Taylor Pyatt from the Rangers.  Uncle Olly got you a cookbook where he wrote down all the different poisons you’d use in each dessert.  And your dear father got you...
“A gun?!” You stared at the Smith & Wesson 22 caliber handgun in your hands, a smile making it’s way to your face.
“If you don’t like it, I could buy a-”
“I FREAKIN’ LOVE YOU, DAD!” You said, after you glomped him.  The red-eyed man laughed, hugging you back.
“Tonight we’ll go and try it out.  Whaddaya say?” He smirked, as you nodded happily.  Once you were done thanking everyone for the gifts, Uncle Francois point out something.
“You’ve got one left, mon cherie.” He pointed to a flat looking rectangular present rapped a little messily.  You stared at it curiously, Who could this one be from/, you thought to yourself.  You began to slowly unwrap it, slowly finding out it was a book.  The cover read, To The Semi-Sane One In Our Family, causing you to smile.  Inside was a bunch of photos from when you were four to currently, all of them either with friends or family.  The last page had little notes from your uncles, saying happy birthday and that they loved you.  You started to slightly tear up and then noticed something.
“Dad, where’s your note?” Al smiled, and closed the book, so the back of it was facing you.  The words were written in your dad’s messy handwriting, but you were able to make out the two words.

Atta Girl
This was a request from luckydogfangirl01. Sorry it took so long, I've been so busy with stuff, and my computer just died so I had to get a new one. And stuff has been happening, so yeah. Anyways hope you like it.

I don't own hetalia, or you, or the pic or yada yada yada. It gets tiring to say the same thing over and over again. But you get the point.

UPDATE: Umm, wow lots of comments and favs.  Thanks guys, you're all awesome.  The actual reason, I'm doing this update is an apology because I had NO idea that oliver didn't curse.  I'd never even heard to 2p's before I was requested to write an x reader for them.  So whoops. Ah, whatayagonnado ya know?? Anyways thanks again for all your favs and watches and etc.  Ya'll are the greatest!! <3
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CinnamonPie29594 Featured By Owner 22 hours ago  Hobbyist General Artist
ladyblackbird13 Featured By Owner Apr 26, 2016
Me likes this! :D
KATIELOVESGOLDIE Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2016  New Deviant
Omg I LOVED this!!!! NO WORDS!!
HetaliaItaria37 Featured By Owner Feb 26, 2016  New Deviant
Me and my friend could NOT spend five seconds with each other without saying:
'ya gotta home?'
'ya gotta name?'
'ya got that guys wallet?'
AmericastheHero Featured By Owner Edited Feb 26, 2016  New Deviant
IKR!! :lmao: 
ashie00 Featured By Owner Dec 28, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
That just made my heart warm and fuzzy Hamtaro Mouse Emoji-03 (Squee) [V1] 
treble133 Featured By Owner Dec 6, 2015  Student Writer
It would be the other way around. I am second player mother earth after all
Southparkfangirl99 Featured By Owner Oct 26, 2015
" You got his wallet?" 

HELL YEAH! *Like a boss plays*
NancyTran Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
man my oc would've beat,stab,and burn that chick
Darkened-Innocence Featured By Owner Sep 16, 2015  Student General Artist
My dad tells me 'atta girl' when he asks a question and I answer gruesomely. Sometimes he says 'that's my girl' too. This fan fiction makes me smile and think of him.
nyanpheonix101 Featured By Owner Jan 28, 2016
Awww! That's one of the best dads anyone would ask for!
SOXtheWRITOR Featured By Owner Aug 17, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
I really like this,AWESOME STORY!!!!
WishUponAFairy Featured By Owner Aug 5, 2015  Hobbyist Artist
"You got that guys wallet?" and "NO SLUTS ON A SCHOOL NIGHT!" where the ones that made me really laugh.
BonnieGIRL832 Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2015
I HATES THE SCHOOL NIGHT ONE GOD I WOULD BE LIKE " Excuse me can I show you something " She nods and follows " Here let me show you how I kill women who I hate " Starts murdering her and burns her. "DAD TAKE YOUR GARBAGE OUT OF HERE"
ImAnAnonYaButt Featured By Owner Jul 21, 2015  Hobbyist Artist
the school night one killed me XD
jenniki3 Featured By Owner Edited Jul 6, 2015  Hobbyist
laughing my ass off xDDDDDD I need to be as quiet as possible but still laughing... Great work :D
8888DeathTheGirl8888 Featured By Owner Jul 3, 2015
adorable!! XDD i just love how Al is the father but she is yelling at him  to go  into his room!! XDDDD oh my god just beautiful!! 
gittacchan Featured By Owner Jun 17, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Dammit the ending makes me wanna cry!! Nooononono!! Big girls DO NOT CRY!!! sh*t=^=
animeforever01 Featured By Owner Jun 13, 2015  Hobbyist
Just re-read this. One of my favorites. But i saw your update, i thought you did a good job for having not heard of them before the request. Was it hard to write if you hadn't hear of them before? Or were you able to write it fairly easily?
sunnyh625 Featured By Owner Jun 19, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Honestly, its been long enough that I don't actually remember whether it was hard or not.  But I mean if you break character traits down its not really hard to write them, so I'm guessing that it wasn't that bad for me.
Hetalialover12356 Featured By Owner May 19, 2015  Hobbyist Artist
Othelle Featured By Owner May 10, 2015
"I heard that, you damn hippie!" 
...I think this has made me the happiest person alive.
LuciferMoriarty Featured By Owner Apr 30, 2015
I'm dying of cuteness
Kitteh19 Featured By Owner Apr 26, 2015  Student Digital Artist
That's so cute! 
Victorica7602 Featured By Owner Apr 24, 2015  Student General Artist
The school night rules was my favorite! Thanks for writing this, it made my day. :D
rottieangel Featured By Owner Mar 31, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
You have no idea how happy iI was when i read rottweiler. They are my favorite things ever. They are sweethearts
iloveleviackerman200 Featured By Owner Mar 30, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Nevermoremist Featured By Owner Mar 17, 2015
Very cute :)
creepygirl14 Featured By Owner Mar 16, 2015  Student Filmographer
Awe, favoriting this one for sure. I loved the school nights one that's as awesome.
Gothfoxgirl Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2015
Aw that last one hit me in teh feelssssssss so cuuuuuute!
Candygirl2366 Featured By Owner Feb 21, 2015  Student General Artist
as soon as I read the last line I held back a little cry because I can't even handle the sweetness :') 
ThatRandomlyPerson Featured By Owner Feb 24, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
I did to is that bad
Candygirl2366 Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2015  Student General Artist
no it's not join my weirdness c: Hug 
breyerloversunite Featured By Owner Feb 3, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
so beautiful
Katt-the-Dragon Featured By Owner Jan 22, 2015
This is my new favorite thing! I laughed so hard I cried!
HetaliaLoverGirl18 Featured By Owner Jan 18, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
This has to be my favorite 2p America x daughter one I've ever read
crystallynx Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2014  Student Artist
(my regular life) getting a gun for a birthday present
me:RAGE Fuck you bye miku (fuck youz) ...WTF? Ed Emote Dirt 
Chaosfired Featured By Owner Feb 17, 2015  Student Artist
Ally-luvs-HETALIA Featured By Owner Nov 24, 2014
S-h-A-d-O-w--C-a-T Featured By Owner Oct 26, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
So cute!
I love it!
MizzMoonEyezTehSpy Featured By Owner Oct 20, 2014
"Where'd you hide the body?"

A fun fact is I really can get away with murder with my dad. I'm the favorite :3
CandlesAreMurderers Featured By Owner Oct 26, 2014
Lol same, my dad told me the perfect place to hide a body. Graveyards.
cosmicwhales5 Featured By Owner Oct 15, 2014   Artist
So adorable!
Thecrazytardis5 Featured By Owner Oct 11, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
sense when dose Olly cuss?!
sunnyh625 Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
yeah sorry about that, I didn't really know that much about Oliver until after people kept telling me that he didn't curse.
Thecrazytardis5 Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Oh, It's okay!~
CleverMessenger Featured By Owner Oct 2, 2014  Student Traditional Artist
“Where’d you hide the body?”
“Dumpsters.” You felt Al smirk.
“Atta girl.”

this tho. :heart:
TerraAreli Featured By Owner Oct 1, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist the semi sane one of the family XD
i don't know about that o3o i just said "And that is how you deal with yer psychotic father" in a salesperson voice when i read teh school night one XD
Hope yer having a wonderful day~
Follow-the-Blood Featured By Owner Sep 30, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
That's too adorable... The ending killed me... I love this.....
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