America x Tomboy!Reader. Slutaaa!

"Bro! Bro, dude I got an amazing idea yesterday!" America came bounding over to you the moment he saw you.

"Oh no. I hope it's not like your last 'amazing idea'. I don't think poor Italy had recovered yet." You muttered, glancing at said Italian.

"Nah, this is gonna be epic I promise. You're gonna love it." He grinned at you, and you rolled your eyes.

"I'm listening..."

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"America, that's diabolical!" You covered your mouth with your hands, but you were grinning all the same. If everything went smoothly, this would be truly epic. "It's lethal. Bro, he could kill us!"

"He's not like Russia. ... Not that much, anyway. He won't kill us. But he'll be pretty pissed off, I'll grant him that." America nodded, pulling a face.

"And you need my help to do this, why?"

"Because... Come on, surely he'll see the funny side of it too?!" He looked at you, and you arched an eyebrow sceptically. "Okay, maybe not, but... Think about it, we could prove a point to everybody."

"Okay fine, but you're the one dressing up!"

"Dammit! Fine. I can't growl like you can though."

"It's easy, I keep telling you, all you have to do is collect saliva at the back of your throat and blow bubbles through it by breathing out."

"And I've tried, it doesn't work. So, we're settled then right? If I carry a speaker or something, with a wireless microphone that you have... We're good, right?" He looked at you as you nodded. "Great. So we just have to get him in on it too..."

"Are you kidding? He's terrified off him! Do you really think that-"

"Yes! He's all for a joke, you should know that by now. The lighthearted spirit that he is. This is gonna be awesome! You get the microphone and speaker, I'll get the costume. Deal?" The American held his hand out.

"Deal." You shook it, nodding once. "You'll have to talk to him, though."

"I will."

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"As if you actually got him to agree!" You gasped when America told you the news a few days later.

"And the little one! We needed someone to film it!"

"Aw, you're a legend." You hugged him briefly. "Hey, I have the microphone and a small speaker that'll hook up with it wirelessly. Looks like we're all set!"

"I can't believe we're actually gonna do this!" He bounced slightly in excitement.

"Well, we are. I'm kinda nervous..." You let out a huff of air, puffing out your cheeks. "We're just waiting for a call from Finny, and we can go." Almost as if on cue, your phone started to ring. You picked it up quickly, putting it onto loudspeaker. "Hello?"

"Hei~! You should be good to come over now. I've told Sealand that he should have the camera ready, and it's hidden behind him. Everything's all set!"

"Great, thanks Finny! This is going to be hilarious! But we're going to have to grab the camera and run, is that okay?"

"Kyllä! You'll just have to bring it back when it you're done with it~!"

"We will! Thanks again~!"

"No problem! Hei sitten~!" You cut the call and looked at America.

"This is it, bro. Come on, we should get you ready."

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Not long later, America was fully dressed in the costume, the speaker you had gotten included, connected to the microphone which was switched off. You had butterflies in your stomach from the nervousness. There was a lot to get right, but if you pulled it off, you would make millions of people so happy. Or that was the aim, anyway.

    When you arrived at the house, Finland was stood at the open door, waiting for you. The front room was at the other side of the building, which was fortunate because it made everything much easier for you. He let the two of you in, America with the hood of his costume in his hands, and quietly closed the door. He let you to a closed door, which was the door to the front room.

"When I go in, wait twenty seconds before doing anything, okay?" He whispered to the two of you. Both of you nodded solemly, and he went in, shutting the door behind him. America grinned at you, taking off his glasses and handing them to you before pulling the hood on over his head. You put his glasses in your pocket and waited a few more seconds before turning on the microphone. Retreating around the nearest corner, you took a deep breath and let out a low growl into the microphone, trying hard not to laugh. A few seconds of silence before you growled again, longer and louder this time, trailing away softly. Nothing more, until you did it a third time, which was when you heard a thud. Then another. Peeking around the corner, you saw the costumed America hitting the door, and you bit your lip to stop yourself laughing, growling once more into the micrphone. He hit the door again, opening it at the same time. You growled again, and watched him walk in.

"FAN!" You had to turn off the microphone so your small sounds of laughter wouldn't be heard. "VAD FAN?! VAD I HELVETE ÄR DET HÄR?!" There was a thud and a scrambling sound. "SLUTA! SLUTAAA! LÄMNA MIG IFRED!" There were too many cracks in the normally deep-voiced Swede's voice to count. There was a pause before the sound of America's obnoxious laughing reached your ears.

"Dude, you should see the look on your face!"

"Jag ska döda dig!"

"Ahh! Dude, camera!" With that, an unhooded America ran from the room. "___________, go! GO!" You fled from the house the way you had come in, jumping into the car and flooring it to get away.

    As the two of you calmed down, you started to laugh.

"Dude, that was awesome! You should have seen the look on his face!"

"I wish I had. Still though, with a little editing, that video should be up before tomorrow. For everyone to see. Including the great youtuber who inspired us to do this in the first place."

"Don't you think he actually reacted like Pewdiepie would have done though?" America smirked.

"Yeah, especially when he was screaming 'sluta' and his voice kept cracking." The two of you giggled, making you have a hard time driving. Luckily it wasn't that far, and the two of you got out of the car, running into your house. Without a word, you hooked up the camera with your laptop and downloaded the video, where you watched it.

    Sweden looked up, and the change in his expression was priceless. From flat and stoic to pure terror. "FAN!" He yelled, jumping to his feet and running behind the couch. "VAD FAN?!" He ran around the couch when the Grunt from Amnesia started to chase him. "VAD I HELVETE ÄR DET HÄR?!" Reaching the other side of the couch, 'The Bro' went around too and Sweden tried to jump over the couch, only to succeed in falling. That was what had created the dull thud and the scrambling sound as he got to his feet again. "SLUTA! SLUTAAA!" The Swede screamed as he ran around the room, petrified of the creature behind him. "LÄMNA MIG IFRED!" The Grunt stopped chasing him, only to pull it's head off and reveal it to actually be America, laughing idiotically.

    The video ended there, and the two of you were rolling around on the floor of your bedroom, unable to stop laughing. After a solid five minutes, the two of you started to get a grip, and you stood up again. 

"Oh, bro... I could kiss you." You smiled in amusement, looking at your laptop.

"Why don't you do it then?" His own amusement had seemed to vanish, his voice deadly serious. You looked at him for a moment, your own smile fading. He held your gaze confidently.

"Fine then, I will." You grabbed a handful of the material for the costume over his chest and pulled him to you, smashing your lips against his. After all, you'd meant it when you said it. He didn't pull away. In fact, he kissed you back.

    Eventually, the need for air forced you apart, and you licked your lips delicately.

"Um, the video...?" You muttered, blushing.

"Screw the video!" He said, pulling you to him and kissing you again. You wrapped your arms around his neck, his arms wrapped around your waist and your bodies pressed close together. You'd get around to it.

Eventually.

--- Extended ending ---

Turning on your laptop, you went onto the internet and checked your messages. Nothing of interest, so that didn't take too long. So you checked your youtube, surprised to see how many hits the video you had uploaded had. 'Swede acts like Pewds' had gotten over three million hits in a month. And you'd had thousands of comments about it. Scrolling down slightly, you were about to read some of the latest posted. But there in the 'most popular' section was one from Sweden himself.

'As popular as this has made me, I still want to kill you.'

Gulping, you took out your phone and rang America.

"Bro... We got a little bit of a problem." You muttered when he picked up.

"Tell me about it. I've been getting threats in the mail for the last week... I never knew he was one for coertion..."

"Really? Rumour has it that he's better at it than Germany." You told him.

"No kidding... Here, listen to this: 'If that video isn't taken down, I'll turn you into Malo de Vigny'..."

"Oh, shit bro. I think we'd better take it down..." You muttered, gulping.

"Yeah. I agree."