Bromance (America x M!Reader)

(Y/n) scowled as he looked through America's movies. He couldn't believe his fellow country only had animated movies and poorly made parodies. Where the hell were the horror and action movies?

"Bro, where are your superhero movies?"

"Tony is borrowing them, bro. Just pick a comedy."

"But bro," (y/n) said, turning to face America with a serious expression. He slowly walked towards the confused nation, (e/c) eyes never breaking contact. He paused in front of the super power and cupped the cheek. 

"You're the only thing that can make me smile."

America stared in awe at the shorter man. His heart began to beat faster and tears started to form in his eyes. The blond slowly moved his hand so it was resting over the warm hand on his cheek.

"Bro...."

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"Bro you should join a band."

(Y/n) looked up at the taller nation in confusion. "Why bro?"

America pulled the other man to his chest and held him close. 

"Because you rock my world," America whispered into (y/n)'s ear.

"Bro....," the other nation choked out, feeling a lump form in his throat.

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The world meeting was in full swing when the power suddenly went out. The gathered nations had mixed reactions which varied from screaming to yelling profanities at the lights. America was one that screamed and (y/n) felt he had to make his bro feel better.

"What do you see, bro?"

"Nothing but darkness, bro!"

"That's what my world looked like before you entered my life," said the (e/c) eyed nation, leaning across the table with his arm stretched out. His bro always sat across from him.

"Bro...," America breathed, leaning across the table as well to entwine his fingers with (y/n)'s in the dark.

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America smiled at (y/n), hiding something behind his back. The other nation tried to peer around him, but the super power just turned every time. The man huffed and finally gave up.

"Whatcha got there, bro?"

(Y/n) gasped when America dropped to one knee, a blush spreading across his cheeks. He felt nervous but he had come so far already. He had to ask his bro the question that ate away at him ever since they met. He revealed to the shorter man that he had been hiding a beautiful rose.

"Bro.... Will you let me be the Bromeo to your Dudeliet?"

Tears started to roll down the (h/c) haired nation's cheeks as he slowly took thr rose from America. He carefully ran a finger over the petals, appreciating how soft they were.

"I thought you'd never ask, bro...."

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"Bro."

"Bro."

"Bro?"

(Y/n) slowly nodded. "Bro."

"Brooooo!"

The gathered nations watched in confusion as America and (y/n) seemed to be having a conversation. And it seemed to be a good one too.

"B r o."

"Br o."

"bR O."

"..... bRo-"

"Would you wankers shut up already?!" England screamed, earning irritated looks from America and (y/n).

"Can't you see I'm having a meaningful conversation with my bro?" the super power hissed. "Just talk to your imaginary friend and leave us alone!"