Hetalia Oneshots

America x Daughter! Reader: The Beautiful City

This one-shot was requested by Emeraldia1Elessar2 and it has been a long while since you've requested this, and I apologize. Everyone should check out her and her books. She's been a devoted reader of this book, and she deserves some love! I hope you all enjoy it! <3

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They were always drawn to the city of color. They would watch it on their little television boxes, their eyes widening by the burst of color in the city.

They came from a town of black and white, where the people were colorful, having aspirations to do something much bigger than themselves. However, they were incapable in their little towns. They see the colorful city on the television, enhancing the desire to be surrounded by the dazzle, the color. When they grow older and put in their effort, they make it to that city. Their colorful figures gaze upon the new world around them.

However, what they neglect to realize until that moment was that the city covers the mysteries of the people. When they step foot off the bus and into this city, they realize that the people are black and white. The people are not dazzling, nor of color.

These people of black and white were the same as the people of color who had gotten off the bus, having dreams But, these were inhumanly broken and brutally destroyed once they made an effort to become something in the city. Their souls were devoured by the heartless cruelty of those above them. Those of a higher power and status. There wasn't anyone of color in this town besides the people on the bus and those people would slowly lose their colors, as they realize that the city was nothing but an illusion.

A young girl was on that bus and once she had stepped off, she had caught the eyes of a certain gentleman- a man in a bomber jacket that had lost its color. He wasn't as broken down as everyone, for he still had hope in the people of the world. The young girl had not attracted him because of her color, but because her eyes and facial expressions were not the same as everyone else's. While many were observing the people around them with curiosity, she looked in amazement at the buildings around her. While the others were cautious, she was joyous. She had hopes and dreams and a light that appeared as though it couldn't be destroyed by anyone or anything.

The man had mixed feelings. Part of him felt as though he needed to follow her until she got to her destination. The other part of him was perplexed. Why would he help her? He was broken and could barely survive in the ungrateful world himself. However, he had to be here, for anywhere else would be a danger for him. So, he continued to watch her as the battle continued in his mind.

Many people had been picked up from the bus stop or treaded to their hotel. The girl, with her suitcase in hand, had begun to walk by herself. She had a paper in her hand and seemed to be seeking help finding someplace. Before he knew it, he walked to the girl.

"Excuse me, do you need help?"

The girl turned around and looked at the man, her eyes widening. The man expected her to comment on his monochrome figure, but instead, she opened with, "Um, yes. I'm looking for a man named Alfred Jones. Do you know him?"

The man paused for a bit, a look of confusion crossing his face for a second. "Why are you looking for him?"

"I need to talk to him. He's my father."

The man stared blankly for a minute, not comprehending what was being told to him. "He had a kid? I didn't know that."

"He doesn't know, and that's partially why I have to get to him and tell him."

"Why wouldn't he know if he had a daughter?"

"They separated before she could tell him."

They both went quiet, before he asked, "Where is she now?"