This 4th of July ~ BFF!America X Dying!Reader

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Bestfriend!America X Dying!Human!Reader
This 4th of July

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'(Name)! Be careful!'

'Don't worry Alfie! No car is coming either way!'

The sound of a cars' brakes squeaking caught the attention of a worried male, and looking around in the streets, he spotted a car, with a drunken, almost unconscious driver. Looking back to his female friend, he saw that she was about halfway over street.

Directly in the car's way.

'(NAME)! LOOK OUT!'
'Huh?!'

As the male tried to get his best friend out of the way, he had to see what he had feared the most.

Unconscious tears falling, he couldn't hold himself up anymore, so he broke down onto his knees. His brain not processing what was happening, he could only scream.

And he screamed out one single word.

'(NAMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE)!'
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"A-Alfred...?"
"Y-Yes, (name)...?"
"Stop crying... I don't like it,"
"I-I c-can't help it, (n-name); Y-You're dying, for fuck's sake!”
"I know that... You don't have to tell me, Alfie,"
"...Don't leave me..."

The two best friends by the name of Alfred and (name) were outside in a field, right before a hospital. They knew doctors were watching them closely, ready to take action if anything should happen.

And the reason that Alfred was crying about, is simple.

His best friend is dying.

(Name) had just recently gotten into an accident. She was walking over the street, her best friend Alfred just a few feet behind her, and a drunk driver hit her, immediately escaping the scene. People around them, who have happened to see what has happened, immediately called an ambulance and the police. They were still in search of the driver.

(Name), for a time, has been in a coma, not awaking until just yesterday. She felt herself dying, and she accepted that fact. Her family and friends did too, after some grieving. The only one who wouldn't understand was Alfred.

He couldn't live with the thought of his best – and only female – friend dying, and he hoped for a wonder to keep her alive. He just couldn't imagine a life without her. Everything would be so...

...Boring.

He wouldn't have someone with that special connection, someone he could always go to when times were bad.

He loved her as if she were his little sister, who he had to protect and love, for her to grow. She – having just gotten nineteen – saw him as a big brother, who she wanted to show that she can protect herself, and that she didn't need someone to take care of her. She wanted to be independent, and luckily her 'brother' Alfred gave her very much freedom, but still kept her at bay.

Both of them have known each other ever since they were born. Their mothers were good friends with each other before, and got pregnant at almost the same time. Both of them had been helping each other with the pregnancy, with the help of their husbands, of course, and got through it very well, bringing two healthy babies to life.

They also had been together every since.

From kindergarten, to elementary, to middle school, to high school. There were some nasty fights here and there, but they knew it was all part of their friendship, and soon got over it. Some even thought they had the dream-friendship-of-all-time.

Now, that she was dying, Alfred thought, I could never see her again. Never hear her laugh or see her smile. Never feel her touch or get crazy with her.

This thought bothered him greatly.

It began to rain, and the (hair colour) haired female could feel herself getting closer to the brink of death.

The doctors – who noticed her sad smile, directed at the grey sky – started to prepare themselves for pulling away a crying teenager, screaming for his dead best friend.

Alfred – noticing it too – immediately hugged her hard, before she could say anything.

"P-Please, (name)! D-Don't leave me!"
"You know I have no other choice, Alfie,"

Her voice started to weaken already, and it was clear to hear. The doctors started to pity the poor boy, for he was slowly but surely losing his best friend.

"B-But you promised me we'd go to Disneyland! And that you'd show me all of your favorite places! And- And-"
"Alfred,"

Silence.

"You know there's no other way,"
"But-"

"Listen to me," she cut him off, making him silent again.

"I know you don't want this, and neither does anyone else. But there's no way to prevent this-"
"I can ask Iggy to work his magic, and then-"
"Alfred, let me finish,"

Though her voice was clear, you could hear the growing weakness of it. Alfred was silenced yet again, and his sadness grew with every word she said, but tears refused to fall down his face and express his pain.

"-So I only ask one thing of you,"

There was silence, before Alfred managed to get one single sentence out.

"...What is it...?"

His voice was even weaker and more fragile than hers, making it seem like he was the one dying. He still had his hard grip on her, but she didn't mind.

"...Smile,"
"...Huh?"

She pulled away a bit, smiling a small genuine smile, telling him what he had to do for her.

"I want you to smile for me. Because I don't want my last memory of you to be sad,"

He looked at her in astonishment. Never had he thought that the moment she was dying, she wanted him to smile.

"I bet you're wondering... why... I want you to smile,"

He slowly nodded his head.

"I want you to smile your goofy, natural smile that makes everyone else smile too. Not only because I want your smile to be my last memory of this beautiful world in which I've had the pleasure to live in,"

More tears clouded his vision.

"...Also because I want you to spread happiness,"

His eyes widen.

"I don't want to feel guilty for making others sad, so I want you to feel as happy and free as you've always been, and spread your happiness to others. Even if it means that I'll be forgotten,"

"I-I will do it... for you, (n-name)... B-But how c-can I e-ever s-smile... W-When you a-aren't there to make me sm-smile?!" he stuttered out, tears only threatening now to escape the barricade they've built before.

"That's easy," she whispered, her voice now at its weakest point. Alfred noticed, and immediately kept her close to him again, as if that would keep her alive forever. They were forehead to forehead.

"...Think of the good times," she whispered, as Alfred remembered all the good memories, as well as the bad. She went limp in his arms, as he was busy remembering.

That was exactly what she wanted to happen.

She wanted Alfred to remember everything, so he wouldn't notice when she'd fall limp into his arms, so it wouldn't be as hard or traumatizing.

When Alfred snapped out of all the memories, he looked down to find a dead (name) in his arms, a peaceful smile on her face, indicating that she had died happily.

He began to shake her.

"H-Hey, name. C'mon, wake up. It's no time to sleep right now. We can sleep tomorrow,"

He got no response from her.

"...(N-Name)...?"

The doctors were behind him now, pulling him away from the dead, pale girl that was once so full of live. Alfred couldn't struggle, for his brain did not process what has just happened.
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Alfred slowly closed the door behind him as he entered his house that he shared with his family of Matthew, Francis and Arthur. Arthur was sitting on the couch, reading the newspaper, when he noticed Alfred coming home.

"Ah, Alfred. Right on time, you git. How's (name)? You promised us to tell us how she is doing,"

As soon as Arthur said '(name)', something in Alfred's mind snapped.

He slid down the door he just closed, hiding his face in his hands, just like his bangs have done for his eyes.

"...(Name)... She's dead," he whispered.

"What did you say, you git?"

"...She's dead..." Alfred whispered again, this time only a slight bit louder. But Arthur understood.

"...What?"

"She's dead," Alfred whispered, as if he couldn't believe it himself.

"She's dead, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead!"

Only now did realization hit him in the face.

"SHE'S DEAD!"

Alfred sprung up, wanting to run to his best friend and to make her wake up, but Arthur was too fast. He kept Alfred in his hold, and since Matthew and Francis heard what was going on, Matthew immediately locked the door, while Arthur and Francis brought the crying and struggling Alfred to the couch.

"Alfred, snap OUT OF IT!"

Silence.

Alfred looked up at Arthur, the one who had raised him after his mother died.

"...She's dead..." he whispered like a broken doll, as tears fell out of his eyes.

Finally, he knew what she meant with her last words.
Finally, he understood her last message.

"...Smile. For me, and for everyone else. And be the hero, on this 4th of July,"