AmericaxReader – Studying Tricks



"Finally! It's over!" You plopped down into the comforts of your sofa, letting your body sink into the [F/C] fabric. You had just returned from a rough week a school and you couldn't be any happier. With all the studying for upcoming midterms, stupid children, and strict teachers, well, you were exhausted!  And who could blame you? You were just about ready to fall into dreamland when something interrupted you.


A loud series of knocks were delivered to your front door, almost sounding like they were going to bust it down with the force put into them. With that, an even louder voice followed it. "Yo! Yo, [Y/N]! Dude?! Come on! Please open the door! I seriously need your help big time broha!"


Oh, now you knew who it was.


With an irritated sigh, you lifted yourself off from the sofa and trudged to the door.  As you opened it, Alfred F. Jones, your all American boyfriend, was standing there with a handful of textbooks and a worried expression.


Shoot, you already knew where this was heading.


"[Y/N]! Thank goodness! Babe, I really n-!" You placed a finger against his lips, successfully silencing him. Without a word, you pulled him inside and closed the door. Already knowing the process, he stumbled over to the dining room table and placed his books down while you followed. "I love you [Y/N]~" "Shut up Alfred."


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Alfred slammed his head down on the table in defeat…for the fifty-seventh time that is. "I don't get itttttttttttttttt!" You looked at him through sleep deprived [E/C] eyes, obviously sick and tired of this already. Why'd he have to wait until last minute to study?! Seriously, it wouldn't kill him to crack open a book on his on time for once. You closed the geometry textbook as calmly as one possibly could in this situation and rested your throbbing head on your hand. "And what don't you understand?" He brought his head up to look at you with his bright blue eyes. "Everything!"


Cue facepalm.


You took in a shaky breath, clutching both your hands into fists. "Why?" He took a moment to gather his thoughts, trying to find a good enough answer to your simple question. "I can't remember boring stuff like this!" "Oh, but yet you can remember the whole menu at McDonald's?" He looked shocked and offended as he abruptly pushed himself out of the chair to point an accusing finger at you. "Yeah! Well! That's interesting! And don't insult Mickey D's, babe! That's going too far!" You were about ready to lose it when an idea came to your mind.


You got up to sit in the chair across the American, pulling him down to sit in his chair along the way. He looked at you curiously when your hands flew up to your white button up shirt, undoing one of the buttons. Alfred's face was tinting a light pink as he watched you undo two more buttons. "B-babe?" "You said you could only remember interesting things, right? Now, tell me what's two multiplied by two?" "HA! That's easy! Four!" You smiled as you undid another button. "Twenty-seven multiplied by fifteen?" A blank looked crossed his face. "...Eighty-nine?" You shook your head as you redid one of the buttons. "No! Wait! Don't be like that!"


The process continued until Alfred finally began to get the answers right. You sat in front of him with your shirt open, his cerulean eyes scanning it hungrily. His hand was going up to grope one of your bra cladded breast until you smacked it away. "Ow! Why'd you do that [Y/N]?!" You horridly gathered up his books and grabbed the collar of his shirt, continuing to throw him out the house. "Pass the exams and maybe I'll let you!"


You were too tired for this. Who could blame you?


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Your eyes were the size of saucers as you looked at the score board. Two built arms wrapped themselves around you as a husky whisper traveled into your ear. "Thanks for the studying tricks [Y/N]. Now, where's my reward~?"


Damn.