America Jacket Hetalia Novels & Stories

“I’d hope you know me better than that by now.” “I know you as Alpha Jericho, leader of the Breaking Dawn pack. I don’t know you as Jericho, my mate. Those are two different things.” “Yes, but you should also know by now that I won’t mistreat someone just for laughs.” “So you don’t want me to dress like a Luna?” Jericho frowns at me. “What does a Luna dress like?” “You know, pretty dresses, high heels, make-up.” “Yeah. You don’t strike me as the high heels and make-up type.”

The Alpha's second gift was a brown jacket, which had a pretty detailing of the dark brown zipper, heavy and fluffy in my hands. If I hadn't recognised it immediately as a jacket Axel had worn on the first day, I'd have recognised it from the thick scent clinging to its fabric–so strong that I could practically smell it through the distance.

From earlier, she didn't dare to be far away from the Alpha. “Are you uncomfortable? We can move somewhere else,” he offered the Omega. Alpha Addy took off his denim jacket and put it on his Omega's shoulders. “There is no need to change places. By the way, thank you for the jacket.” Serry hugged Addy's waist while placing her head on the chest of the Alpha's field. “Hmm… I see if you're uncomfortable with your dress exposed on the sleeves, so I'm taking my jacket to your body,” he said, hugging his Omega's body. He immediately let go of his embrace when a waiter came to his desk carrying a menu book.

She wasn't weak, and she didn't need an Alpha protecting her all the time. "Okay, siso," Ohm said, turning around to start making more caffeine-related drinks. Seth was next in line, and when he got to the counter, he smirked at Allen as he looked at the Omega up and down. Allen was wearing a black beanie, a white t-shirt that hugged her body, and black skinny jeans. It was Ohm who came up with the uniform. White t-shirts and black skinny jeans. Allen didn't like it at all, but since it was Ohm Cafe, she wore it anyway.

Lelia could be from any pack, who knows. “How old are you, Lelia?” Hana asked to get her mind off the sorrows of her father’s death. “I’m five,” Lelia replied calmly. “I don’t know your name, Miss. But you look beautiful like a princess.” Hana smiled widely, “I’m no princess, Lelia. I’m just a girl mated to Alpha Jarrel of the SeaHowl pack. And my name is Hana.” Lelia’s mouth widened in shock, her cute little hands covering it. Hana couldn’t help but laugh at her expression. Lelia’s eyes bulged out with surprise.

I wish I could let this moment sink in more but I couldn't stay here for too long. The shirt was a simple tee with white and yellow horizontal stripes, and the jacket Amamiya-san recommended was a dark blue denim fur-lined jacket with orange threading, a tiger dressed like a biker eating a sloppy joe at a pub table was embroidered on the back. Seated across from him was a white rabbit wearing a pink furry jacket with fishnet stockings eating a salad. The flip side of the jacket was made from brown wool, making something perfect to wear in winter. It was nearing summer now though...

Cass looked up to find Jax smirking down at him. "Interesting bird," Jax remarked. Cass stared, his confusion thick enough to choke on, until Jax jerked his chin toward the oversized rooster embroidered onto the side of the weathered fabric. "Oh!" Cass realized he was being mocked, but he forced a grin anyway, desperate to diffuse the Alpha tension radiating off the bleachers. "It’s Heihei. From that movie, Moana." "Right," Jax said slowly, his expression shifting to a mask of sheer bewilderment. "And why is a cartoon bird on your gear?"

"I'm sure I've met people more annoying than her." Seth laughed. Then he shook his head. "You're really funny, Era." "Glad you think so." They wheeled the cart with the stack of books out to the parking lot. Seth quickly put all the books in the trunk without letting Era lift a single one. Era was just stunned. How could Seth move all those thick books in such a short time? "I know werewolves are strong, but are you stronger?" Era joked. Seth laughed. He flexed his arm muscles. "My goal is to outmuscle the Alpha."

The same guy speaks up, looking to Alexander now for clarification. Alexander looks down at him with a small glare and nods. "Adom, this is Jordon and this one here is Jace" Adom turns to say hello to both men and feels out of place when he sees everyone is in such casual attire aside from him. Even Alexander who usually wears a suit to work is in just a button up and some jeans. "Did I come at a bad time?" Adom turns to Alexander and asks, almost a whisper between just the two of them. Alexander just shakes his head, still smiling, still little moon crescents for eyes. Seeing Alexander like this makes Adom break out into a smile too. He's been so worried that Alexander will treat him coldly

“Hmmm… you lied to me when you said Dillon likes colorful things, right?” Lilac gasped. “Of course not. Dillon likes colorful things. That’s his biggest secret,” she let out a soft chuckle, “… and you made one for him.” Emily sighed. “Yeah, but I just saw that he’s not using it—” “Oh, that one. Well, maybe he doesn’t want to show it in public. You know… Dillon is the Beta of the strongest pack in the country. They’ve known him as fierce Beta—a superior one like the Alpha. He will be a laughing stock if he will wear the bonnet as he takes his duties.”