ReaderXAmerica: It's Revolutionary Part 2

AmericaXReader
It's Revolutionary!
A Story Written by Dezie34

Part 2

Soon enough you and the wounded Alfred make it back to the American Base. As you both came in through the brush, every single one of the American Soldiers turned to stare at you. You were embarrassed enough that you had been shunned away, it didn't help when everyone was staring straight at you.

Or were they staring at the person you were carrying...?

You slowly took a peek at Alfred, and you saw that he had his head held up high, and he looked extremely more authorized than he did when you found him. How could he change his attitude so quickly...? And why was everybody staring at him...?

Trying to ignore all the burning pairs of eyes you quickly cross the enclosed field towards the Medicine Tent. You duck underneath the cloth opening and help Alfred in as well. You help him limp over towards the closest cot and you gently place him down, giving him his arm back and instructing him to lay down.

You turn away and start across the tent towards the the Medicine cabinet that had been locked shut. And only you wore the key around your neck on a leather string. These medicines were mandatory, and without them there was no way that the American Army could survive.

As you untie the string around your neck and stick the key into the padlock, you hear the cloth entrance rustle. Turning around to see who had arrived, you see that it was no other than the Major General. The very man that pulled you out of the war and stuck you back here at Base. You quickly whipped back around, removing the padlock from the cabinet. You tilted your head slightly and began to listen to what the General had to say to the boy.

"Jones," you heard the General say in greeting, "what happened?"

"There was a Redcoat on the American side," Alfred replied smoothly, "I didn't want to take care of him the way I did. But I had no choice."

"You always do what's best," General said thoughtfully. You turned your attention back to the Medicine as you heard them fall silent. You pulled out a cloth, that you would have to boil, and some bandages.

You turn around to face the two men and you nod to them, then look towards the General. "Can you go get me a small pot that I can boil this rag in?"

Muttering something inaudible, the General turned and walked out of the tent. You could definitely he was reculant about going through with a woman's request.

You roll your eyes and look towards Alfred who was staring at you with interest.

"What do you want?" You asked, attempting to stop the blush that was coming onto your face.

"Nuthin," Alfred said, grinning widely. You could no longer see the authoritative man anymore, now you could only see a silly and sunny smile on the face of an innocent looking man

It was really starting to bother you how quickly he could change his personalities.

You tried to brush the thought off your shoulder as you go and kneel down by his cot, pulling back a small cloth that covered up a small, almost pathetic, circle of rocks and burnt wood. The "fireplace" that kept the resting soldiers warm during the night. You would boil the water in there.

You settle down on with crossed legs, the top of the cot was at your shoulder height so you could easily see Alfred and his expressions. And right now he was looking at you with confusion in his eyes.

"I have to wait for the General to come back with the water before we can dress your wound," You explain. Deciding to take off his coat so that you wouldn't have to wait very long, you stand up and motion for him to sit up although you know it will hurt. Gently you help him up and then take it off of him, one arm at a time. Until once again he is in his long-sleeved lightweight shirt. The blood had stained his shirt towards the lower left of his torso, and you coax him to unbutton a few buttons so that you can take a good look at it.

Its when the scary realization crashes on you that the bullet is still inside him. Your stomach suddenly feels heavy and you start to feel nauseous. You would have to fish it out of him. The thought freaks you out and you really wish that you hadn't taken a look at his wound. You were worried enough about the man, although it seemed that he wasn't in too much pain by the way he had that stupid grin on his face. But about his inside exterior and his over-all health, you were worried sick.

You nod to him and tell him to lay back down, and you sit down next to the "fireplace" to begin a fire. You take out your flint and with a few quick swipes and a flash of sparks, then the dead grass and burnt wood started up in small flames. You begin to focus in on the flames, and in your thought. You were very well aware that Alfred was looking at your face. When wasn't he?

"What's your favorite animal?"

Not this again.

You glance up at him, clearly defeated. He can read your expression and he got a smug look on his face, "you said when we get back to the Base."

With a huff, you turn towards him, your legs still crossed, and you answer with, "______."

He smiles and nods at you. "I like Bald Eagles," He decides, "they're super cool!"

You roll your eyes at Alfred, and glance down at the fire again. You then hear the sound of somebody clearing their throat and you glance up at the General. You see that he's holding a small pot, that would be perfect size, that was filled with water. You quickly stand up and take it from him, murmuring your thanks. You go to sit back down, and you put the pot inside the flames. It would be boiling soon.

It's then when you realize that both men are staring intently at you. You really had enough of the staring.

"I can't believe we missed those!!!"

Alfred's exasperated voice made you look up and realize that he's pointing at your chest.

You puff out your cheeks angrily and you feel your face turn bright red.

"______, You look like a tomato!!!" Alfred screamed, dying of laughter. It made you even more embarrassed when the General joined in at laughing at your boobs and your face.

You really wanted to hit Alfred right now. Maybe kick him in the crotch.

But either way, you would get into even more trouble than you already were.

"Hahahah," You mutter sarcastically, putting the cloth inside the now decently hot water.

"You take good care of Alfred, ______," You hear the General say before you hear the sound of swishing cloth, indicating that he had left the Medicine Tent

You mutter something to yourself and you look up at Alfred who is staring at your face.

"WHAT?" You ask almost too angrily.

"Will you hold my hand?"

You raised your eyebrows.

"Excuse me?" You ask the man as if you hadn't heard him right, which is exactly what you did.

"My fingers are getting cold," He explained, slipping his strong hand into yours before you could say anything. But he was right. His hand did feel cold. Not unusually cold... but still enough to make you flinch.

As you sit next to the man, his hand in yours. He was surprisingly silent and after awhile you begin to worry. But as you stretch your neck you realize that he is sleeping. With a small smile, you release his hand from yours and stand up. The water is boiling, and you are going to wake Alfred up soon to dress his wound before you realize that his coat is crumbled up unevenly next to the cot. You reach down and pick it up and begin to fold it before you feel that there is something stuffed inside the front pocket.

Not meaning so snoop, you reach inside and pull whatever it was out. You immediately feel the cool ribbon on your hand before you see it. The color is light blue. And reality hits.

Alfred is the Commander-in-Chief!