America x Reader. Maps of the World -part 1

   "Why does it seem that there are more parties now that we're in the war?"

      You'd been wondering that for quite some time now, but no one seemed to have a satisfying answer. Everyone was too busy with the war or the parties that the war caused. Back when there wasn't a war going on, parties were few to come by. It was quite odd that people seemed to be happier in these times, but the people that were actually dancing were the ones who weren't in the war at all. Save for a few soldiers who've came back to the States to visit.

       Your friend who was sitting beside you that you asked to earlier question to, rolled her eyes. "I don't know, maybe because not everyone's as weird as you. Now just stop being so serious and go dance with someone!" She gestured out at the crowds of people watching and laughing and talking. You and she sat at a small, two person table towards the back of the room.

      A swing band revved up every emotion with their fast and exciting music. On the stage across the crowds of people, you noticed a how the jazzy conductor would point to a certain section of instruments, and all the musicians would stand and blow their various horns and shiny, polished instruments.

     Laughter drifted among the music. In the middle of the rather large building, was a place cleared for people dancing. It was soldiers and women only, no man that wasn't participating in the war was not welcome.

          "I can't dance with someone." You defended, taking a drink of your glass of water, letting the cool liquid reside in your mouth for a second before swallowing it down. If you danced with someone, then they might get attached to you or you might get attached to them -which is very unlikely, by the way- and all this drama would start once you're carted back off to Germany.

      She rolled her eyes, "Don't be such a stick in the mud!"

      You frowned, "I'm not a stick in the mud!"

       "Yes," your friend gave you a droll look, "you are. Seriously (Name), you're leaving in a few days to go back to your silly little job where no one has fun! Just live for today, meet a guy or something."

       You were on leave from the war for now, but in exactly 2 days, you'd return with the other nurses to Germany or to Africa or wherever to take care of wounded soldiers in battle. Usually, they wouldn't let a woman in her very early 20's around the soldiers, but you had a special knack for taking care of the wounded that it was almost vital that you be there.

      Though some of the woman-deprived soldiers wolf-whistled everytime you passed even try to court you, there was no worry that you'd fool around with them. Men never seemed to charm you, no matter how much money, good looks or humor they possess.

      "I can't meet a guy..." You replied, crossing your arms and leaning back in the chair.

       She drummed her fingers on the wood, her nails were painted a shocking color of bright red. "You're such a downer today, 'I can't' is like your new catchphrase."

       "If I'm such a downer," you defended, "then you can just go leave and have fun."

       Your friend looked at you, giving a smile that somehow resembled a grimace. Her lips matched the color of her nail-polish. "I can't leave you alone, (Name)."

       You sighed, managing an entirely fake smile. "Now who's saying 'can't'?"

        With a light laugh from her, she laid a hand on your arm, "I would leave you, but I'm afraid that you'll run off and go sulk in silence, all by yourself."

        Oddly, that's exactly what you were planning to do. Except for the sulking part, there was no sulking. You just liked to be alone with your constantly racing thoughts. "I promise I'll stay right here. You just go dance or something."

        She sent you a pleased smile, crossing her legs, making her navy blue colored dress ride up slightly to show her little knee peaking out temptingly for any man that passed. "No means no. We are going to spend time together whether you like it or n- Oh, hello cutie," he was interuppted by a handsome soldier strutting by, her eye catching him immediately so she could wave and flirt.

      He stopped at the front of the table, smiling crookedly, his eyes darting between you and she. "Well hello back, ladies." He said.

      You sent him a quick fake smile before taking a drink of your water, ignoring him completely. But your friend on the other hand, was holding his gaze and smiling at him like he was the president of the United States.

       "Would either of you like to dance?" He asked, his accent holding a light southern drawl not commonly found in the city.

     "Of course!" Your friend stood, holding out her delicate hand for him to take. He took her hand, smiling at her with his eyes running up her curvy body apprecitively.

      "Well then honey, let's go." He said in his tiringly smooth manner, wrapping an arm around her small waist and leading her to the floor. You watched as they left, wondering where her earlier promise of 'I'm staying right here to spend time with you' went.

       "Your friend ditched you, huh?" A sudden male's voice asked from your left.

     You glanced over in that direction, immediately seeing a soldier taking the seat beside you. He had messy dirty blonde hair, and dark blue eyes behind wire frame glasses that gave him a cute, slightly intelligent look.

     He was handsome indeed, but not your type by the looks of his boyishly goofy smile. You nodded in reply to his question, averting your eyes elsewhere to have to not deal with him.

      "I'll keep ya' company!" He responded loudly with a laugh. You didn't want company, but you were too polite to say no to him, so you just nodded once more and kept the slightly bored look on your features as you watched the swing band do it's thing.

      "So did it hurt?" The soldier asked randomly, catching your attention.

      You frowned a little at his question, noticing the sly smile on his lips. "Did what hurt?" There was the feeling of a cheesy pick-up line creeping up...

       "When you fell from heaven." He finished, sporting a look of pure and utter victorious victory.

        You rolled your eyes, expecting this. "No, but I scraped my knee crawling out of hell."

       He snorted a laugh and looked at no one in particular, "Man, I love this girl!" Then he raised his hand to catch the bartender's attention, "Barkeep, give us some drinks! And put the money on that gentleman's bill!" he pointed to another soldier not far off.

       You blinked, "Do you know him?"

       The soldier turned his goofy smile towards you, "Not at all." He offered his hand, "Alfred F. Jones, at your service, ma'am."