Literature
America x Reader-SHC (4)
America x Reader-SHC (4)
Alfred’s P.O.V.
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Waving goodbye to all my friends, they had no interest in following me into the library. Normally I would never go in here but I figured out that (f/n) sometimes goes here to try and avoid me. It only worked the first few times. Shoving my hands into my jacket’s pockets, I take a look around and walk through most of the shelves. Bumping into a table, I sigh, knowing I reached the study side of the library. Turning around, I hear some shuffling and look over to the other aisle. Instead of looking obvious and peeking at the sides, I look past all the books through the shelve
