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Father!AmericaxLittle!Daughter!Reader Father's DayYou were upstairs in your room, drawing a picture for your father. It was Father's day, and since you were only five, you had to draw him a picture. It was a picture of you and him, and it said 'I love you Daddy!' on it. You really hoped he would like it! You walked out of your room, and looked both ways and when you didn't see your father you walked to his office. You peeked inside of it, and he wasn't in it. You walked in, opening his desk and grabbing an envelope and you stuffed the piece of paper inside of it. You licked it, then closed it. You climbed into his chair and grabbed one of his pens and wrote his name on it, then jumped out ofFather!AmericaxLittle!Daughter!Reader Father's Day by ~alliekat1008

America X Baby!Reader I'll Fight For You Ch. 1Ding dong!America X Baby!Reader I'll Fight For You Ch. 1 by ~sharkgirl567
Oh. Heck. No.
Alfred F. Jones was not just being woken up by the doorbell at 2:00 in the morning. He was not about to just get out of bed and answer the door in this weather. Not when it was pouring rain.
Yet he did. Why, he was unsure. But he wasn't very happy to do so.
Groggily and angrily, he made his way over to the front door, opening it with a loud squeak. He'd have to fix those hinges later.
Cerulean blue eyes scanned his front porch, looking for the devil who woke him up at a ridiculous hour. Upon seeing no one, Alfred scowled deeply, about to go back to bed.
Until he hear a small wail below him.
He looked down, his eyes widening at what he saw.
Why. On EARTH. Was a baby, a freaking baby, at his doorstep, in the rain, at 2:00 in the morning.
Alfred looked around again, searching for someone, anyone, to come over and say something like, 'Oh that's ours. Thank you!'
But alas, not all dreams come true.














