Insane!America x Fallen Angel!Reader -part 6

  Being a slightly egotistical male with a lovely amount of testosterome, Alfred hardly believed the voice's taunts. He constantly attempted to convince himself that they were always wrong, that nothing they said was true.

   But this was true, and the voices were the ones who told him.

   Alfred assumed they knew to look up because of some secret 6th sense he used to think he had. At the age of 10 he thought his life was an M. Night Shyamalan movie, and that he coud see dead people.

    But the girl falling from the sky was no hallucination, he could tell.

    At first, she was just a white speck against the blue expanse of sky, but as the speck quickly grew larger and closer, he could make out flowing (color) hair and a woman's thin, bare naked body.

     Her screams were in hearing range now. They were high-pitched and fearful, screams that clenched his heart in desperation to be the hero.

     Knowing that it was far-fetched and sort of cliche, he held out his arms to catch her. He understood that her weight and the immediate collision of air pressure combined with the pull of gravity would most likely knock him down and break his arm, but heroes never worry about themselves, only about those who need to be saved.

      "Catch her you worthless piece of shit!"

     Ignoring the untimely spark of amusement from what his voices told him, he kept his arms held up and out as the girl came closer and closer, her screams causing a few birds to retreat in a flurry of agrivated chirps.

    Alfred lunged forward and just as the naked, falling girl came in contact with his arms, he stumbled a little, but stayed upright and unhurt, an unknown bout of strength possessing him. Her scream died out, she was safe in his arms.

    "Whoa, are you okay?!" He gushed outloud, examining her face with interest. She looked surprised, with just a small amount of fear flickering in her (color) eyes. "Why are you naked?"

     She gasped and covered her chest with both arms, "Don't you dare look at me!"

     "Alright, alright..." Alfred shut his eyes, "I'm not looking. Don't worry, heroes never sneak peaks!"

     "Fine, whatever. You can put me down now..." She mumbled angrily.

     He -with his eyes still closed- gently slipped his arm out from behind her legs and helped lower her until her feet hit the ground. Then he slipped his hand off of her soft back and turned away, opening his eyes to the world once more, but not looking at the girl.

      "Your jacket, you inconsiderate asshat! Give her your jacket!"

      Alfred succomed to the voice's command and pushed the bomber jacket off of his body and held it out to the girl, keeping his eyes steadily on the green leaves of the trees.

      "Thank you." He could feel her take it.

       After a few seconds, he asked, "Now can I look at you?"

     "I suppose..."

       The American turned his attention to her, immediately drawn to her large (color) eyes that he seemed to not be able to notice earlier amidst all the action. The girl was pretty, a class beauty with a clean and natural attractiveness.

      "You're probably wondering why I fell from the sky..." She averted her limpid eyes and pulled down the bottom of the jacket, which was as long as a cocktail dress that women are usually seen wearing these days. She was showing a nice amount of supple thigh.

      "Ummm," he gave a nervous laugh, running his hand through his golden blonde hair, "you were stripped and thrown from a plane?"

      "Sure," she smiled softly, unsurely, "let's go with that."