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The Fugitive [Child!AmericaXChild!Reader]"Agent Hero to Agent Strawberry. Can you read me?"The Fugitive [Child!AmericaXChild!Reader] by ~Tiger-Cookie
You twitched slightly as the voice issued out of the walkie-talkie. There was a lot of static mixed in, and you could barely understand what was being said.
"Get away from the fan, dummy." And then everything he'd said replayed in your brain. "HEY! Why am I Agent Strawberry?"
"'Cause you didn't want to be Agent Sidekick!"
"Al, I'm gonna-"
You couldn't believe that guy! Always 'I'm the hero this' and "I'm the hero that'. And then he'd force you to be the damsel in distress, or whatever he called it, and then he'd mess up and come begging for help. And you'd always, always try to ignore him, but...the puppy eyes...
"HE'S COMING YOUR WAY. REPEAT. HE IS COMING YOUR WAY."
Ah. There'd be time for yelling at him later. Right now, you had to go after the target. Mr Dude. Or, as you called him, Mr Creepy. You climbed up on to the sofa, and observed the floor. Al probably hadn't even seen him, an
Letters [EnglandXDead!Wife!Reader]The Letter to ArthurLetters [EnglandXDead!Wife!Reader] by ~Tiger-Cookie
Arthur swore as he noticed the thin trail of smoke leaking from the microwave. He hurriedly pulled the plug on the appliance, and opened the door, waving his hand to make it clear faster. He had been sure that it was set to 30 sec- Oh. Minutes. No wonder.
He sighed, and gingerly took the dish out of the chamber, poking it cautiously with a fork. Edible. He could eat it and put something else in for his sons. Perhaps tomorrow he could post an ad in the paper for a cook.
His eyes landed on the book resting on the table. Or more specifically, the corner of the envelope poking out of it. He had taken to carrying it around the house with him- the letter from his now deceased wife.
And then it was back again.
That hopeless feeling of despair.
Followed by the too familiar panic.
How could he do this?
All by himself.
How could he raise his two sons?
He attempted to compose himself, and failed miserably. Taking deep breaths, he rapidly opened the
Letters [AmericaXDead!Mother!Reader]The Letter To AlfredLetters [AmericaXDead!Mother!Reader] by ~Tiger-Cookie
There were very few times when Alfred didn't feel like a hero. This was one of them. His mother, his mother, the only girl he could truly describe as having loved wasn't here anymore.
Nothing left but a stupid letter.
What made her think that a piece of paper would make up for her death?
A sudden surge of anger welled up inside him, and he felt like tearing it up. But something stopped him. He looked at the sheet in his hands again, and immediately felt regret.
How could he have even considered destroying this?
Matthew would've tried to kill him, for sure, and his father would have probably finished the job. And Alfred would've helped them.
He still hadn't worked up the courage to read it.
Why was that? It was just a flipping letter.
He took a deep breath, unfolded the now slightly crinkled paper.
My Little Hero,
I know you'll be pouting right now, wishing that I'd left the 'little' out of there. But you'll always be the
Letters [CanadaXDead!Mother!Reader]The Letter to MatthewLetters [CanadaXDead!Mother!Reader] by ~Tiger-Cookie
The sun was shining with a brilliance that didn't match Matthew's mood. He wanted it to be raining, for the sky to be overcast with grey clouds. Nobody should have been happy. Nobody should have been laughing. Nobody should have been able to joyfully run around outside. But he couldn't control the weather, just as he couldn't change the past.
She was gone.
And he wanted nothing more than to follow her. But the letter was holding him back, as if his mother was still there, gently grasping his shoulders and pulling him away from bad decisions. He felt his hands shaking as he looked down at the single sheet of paper.
Her last words to him.
He fought back tears, hurriedly rubbing his eyes. She didn't want him to cry. So he wouldn't cry. That at least, he could do for her.
My Dearest Matthew,
I've often fantasized about telling you all I'm going to say when you were leaving me, like when you were going to college, or perhaps when you were getting