America Jacket Hetalia Novels & Stories

"Who’s the guy with him?" The question cut through the thick hum of the ballroom, traveling faster than the server with the champagne tray. Joshua didn't miss a beat. He adjusted the cuff of his silver threaded jacket, the metallic weave catching the overhead light with a surgical sharpness. This wasn't the attire of a healer. It was a statement of intent. He looked like an Alpha of a higher court, standing tall beside Jax, whose hand remained firm and heavy against the small of Joshua’s back.

Sophie asked, holding the delicate flower between her fingers, her blonde curls bouncing as she turned to me. I smirked, running my fingers over the sleek black leather jacket inside the box. "I don't know, but it looks so good. They probably had Sir Hensley help them. I've always wanted a new leather jacket. It's designer. I hope it didn't cost a fortune. I have to treat Jax to corn dogs and burgers at the amusement park."

One was black, one silver. “I had them made when you were born,” Aries said. “They’re real steel, real balance. And soon, they’ll feel like feathers in your hand.” Alex blinked several times before whispering, “Thank you… Uncle Aries.” Aurora followed, her arms carrying a softer gift. She handed him a bundle wrapped in white silk. Inside was a handcrafted training jacket—deep navy with silver lining and embroidery that mirrored the wolves of the Gamma bloodline. On the inner collar, stitched in her delicate script, was a note:

They float through me, around me, covering me in praise and compliments. “Alessando,” I hear Amara say. “Let’s get her into some real clothes.” “Yeah, I don’t want to see all that,” Enzo repeats. I burst out laughing. Amara drapes a large jacket around me, one of the hunting ones from the closet. I tug it close, and look at her. Her eyes are shining with tears. “Amara,” I breathe. “Thank you…” “Stop,” she whispers. I tilt my head. “Why?”

He smiled. "All is forgiven." "I hope I was able to clear my pack in the eyes of the alpha? I wish you no longer see us as pup-nappers, my dearest alpha." The playful expression on his face was replaced with a stern look. "Well it depends on you really, how can I trust your words?" "How dare I lie to the alpha? You just have to trust me." "Okay…" America smiled. "Excuse me while I get you something to drink." "Of course." He smiled back at her.

“I just thought I’d dress up. You know, in case the Alpha happens to pass by.” Fatima choked on her drink, coughing as she tried to hold back her laughter. “Well, good luck with that,” I said, trying to keep a straight face. As if on cue, Jake appeared in the doorway, fresh from training and looking as effortlessly handsome as ever. His shirt was damp with sweat, clinging to his toned body, and his hair was tousled in a way that made him look annoyingly attractive. Tammy’s eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.

Or was it coincidental? She told me she bought her dress in Australia. I hope she did it on purpose as a silent claim to being the future Luna of my pack. “Alpha Jace, how are you?” Luna Alexa greeted me as we stopped in front of them. Amara was still holding onto my arm. “Good, I think, because the territory seemed well secured,” I answered. “You and all the Alphas, whenever I ask how you are, I always get answers about your territory. I want to know how you are. As in you…”

The realization sent a pang of pain to my heart, my mouth almost opening up in a gasp as I willed myself to hold back my tears. The sour feeling in my chest didn't seem to cease, reminding me of the pit Vincenzo had just thrown me into when I thought he was going to save me. As I reminisced his words, something about it didn't seem right. He had insisted about me loving to dress like this. How dare he say that after he had asked me to dress like this?! Fueled with anger to provoke him and a newfound courage, I took firm steps towards Alpha Alec, the only Alpha that seemed on par with Vincenzo's beauty.

My sweatshirt and water bottle slip from my hands, falling to the floor. “Fuck, Quinn,” Jax growls, reaching out to cup my cheek with his other hand, running the pad of his thumb along my bottom lip. “I want you so fucking bad that it’s driving me insane.” My knees go a little weak at his admission, but by some miracle I’m able to keep my wits about me. “Then stop caring so much about what Theo would think,” I challenge, eyes fixed on his. “What kind of alpha doesn’t take what he wants?”

Along the back of the neck and across the breast silver crescent moons have been embroidered in bright, metallic thread. It’s an alpha jacket. Not just any alpha jacket, the jacket for the Alpha of Silver Crescent Pack. Sylvester places the beautiful coat in my hands. “I hope it fits well enough. It’s one of my old jackets and the tailoring job was a bit rushed.” Swallowing, I’m lost for words. This is it.