This one is my own!

Afghanistan x fem!America

OC Afghanistan's human name is Asadi Abdul

A/N: I didn't want to offend anybody so I did a hefty amount of cultural research!

Enjoy!

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Amelia had just walked away from a local food stand with another soldier. Her blonde hair was tucked into her helmet as she happily bit into her lamb kebab. The other soldier bit into his chicken kebab and hummed in delight.

"Yo, Jones, I think this stuff could definitely make boo-koo bucks if someone opened a stand in New York City. Like a legit Afghan kebab stand could really bring some light to their soiled rep,"

"I wouldn't mind an Afghan restaurant in New York City. But I think all the Israelites would. Jews and Muslims don't get along well in the back streets, adding to the fact Afghanistan and Isreal don't have very promising diplomatic relations it might spell out disaster. However, if you put something like this in PA or Jersey, it might fare better considering the lack of Middle Eastern cuisine restaurants," Amelia took another bite and licked her lips. A small group of boys was kicking around a soccer ball when the eldest kicked it too hard. It landed right as Amelia's feet, so she smiled as she playfully kicked it back. One of the smaller boys ran up to them just as Amelia finished her kebab. He tugged her hand and spoke English pretty well.

"Join us, please. I never played with an American before," he was such as sweet boy. America was decked head-to-toe in her uniform, so she was already carrying a lot of weight. But she happily nodded and waved to her comrade, letting him go back to the base.

"Jones! Be back at the base by sundown!"

"Will do, Krew!" Amelia smiled and began to play soccer with the boys. She was out there for a few hours and soon realized the rapidly setting sun. She knelt down to the small boy, "I have to get back to the base now. Let's meet here again tomorrow at noon to play more!" she happily invited, the group of boys nodding before they all went their separate ways.

The next day rolled around and Amelia was waiting at the same place. Only the small boy showed up to play, but he looked really sad.

"American soldier, you must run. The elder boys told them of our plans," he whispered. Amelia was confused and knelt down to the boy.

"What are you-"

BOOM

A huge ball of fire erupted from behind them and the building quickly filled with smoke. Screams echoed loudly and Amelia shot up. She was about to run in, but the boy grabbed her hand.

"No! Don't go in! It's dangerous!" the boy begged sadly.

"Stay out here, I'll be right back!" Amelia demanded as she ran in. She was able to bring out a dozen people and went back in to do a final search. She was about to leave when she heard a piercing scream. She recognized it as the little boy and ran to him. She found him under a wooden beam and quickly lifted it up with her super-strength. She used the last bit of her wiggle room to snag his shirt and pull him from the rubble and dropped the beam, "I told you to stay outside,"

"I wanted to rescue you!" he squeaked as more rubble fell onto them. Amelia knew the building was about to come down, so using her immortality to her advantage she shielded the boy under her. The building caved in with the flames, crushing the two in the rubble.

Hours passed and Amelia suddenly felt the weight of the heavy stone being lifted from her. As soon as the crushing piece was tossed off them, she passed out from exhaustion. There stood Asadi Abdul, the personification of Afghanistan. He knelt down and picked up the boy, who was still alive thanks to Amelia. Asadi began to walk away but the boy quickly squirmed, reaching back to Amelia.

"Young one, what are you doing?"

"Don't leave him! Please! He saved me! He's a good person! He's still breathing! He's alive!" the little boy kept squirming until Asadi fumbled, dropping him on the sandy ground. The boy ran back Amelia, shaking her rapidly until her helmet completely flew off. When Asadi came back to the boy's side, he saw Amelia's face contorted in pain. His breath hitched when he saw the personification of America, her eyes and mouth twitching in agony. The boy gently grazed her face, "it's a girl? That's amazing,"

"Child, go to your mother. I will take the soldier back to my residence and once she is back to a good state of health I will return her home," Asadi pointed the boy to his mother, who was worriedly looking for him. He nodded and ran into the arms of his crying mother, hugging her tightly. Asadi then picked Amelia up bridal style, taking her back to his house. 

TWO HOURS LATER

Amelia began to stir awake, groaning quietly as her blue eyes fluttered open. She slowly turned her heads, finding herself in an unknown room with pretty tapestries. She sat up, wincing at the pain in her side. She looked down to see she had been cleaned and bandaged up, also clothed in a loose white gown. The door began to open and Amelia looked to it, seeing a woman around her age come in with a pile of folded clothing.

"You are awake, that is good," she walked to Amelia's bedside and put a hand to her head, "you are still a bit feverish. I am sure once you eat and take proper medicine you will feel better,"

"Where am I?" Amelia asked softly. The woman laid out the clothing and helped Amelia up.

"Mr. Abdul picked you up from the rubble. Apparently, you saved one of his young citizens. He is grateful of that, so he is housing you until you are fully recovered," the woman began to dress Amelia in a simple blue dress with a pair of white tunbaan and blue flats. She then sat Amelia in front of an exquisite mirror and began to brush her hair, "my name is Benesh, I am Asadi's servant. He and I are the only ones who live here, so we had plenty of room to house you comfortably. I am told your name is Amelia, you personify America, yes?"

"Yes, I do. You said Asadi saved me? That seems out of his character,"

"Asadi is a good man, stubborn, but good. The little boy you saved, Pazir, wanted him to help you," Benesh finished dressing Amelia's body, finishing the look by wrapping a matching blue hijab around Amelia's gorgeous blonde locks, "dinner should be ready shortly,"

"Do you want any help? I never made Afghan food before!" Amelia yelped excitedly. Benesh chuckled and nodded, guiding her to the kitchen, "would you mind combining those ingredients there into the yogurt? I'll finish the filling and then we can make the bolani together," Benesh asked, allowing Amelia to help. The two women laughed while cooking, prompting Asadi to come into the kitchen. He watched from the doorway as Benesh and Amelia filled more fresh dough with the spicy potato filling. Asadi smiled at the two and lightly coughed into his hands, making the two girls turn.

"I trust you ladies are having fun?" Asadi walked up to them, nodding to his servant. She bowed slightly and walked from the room, leaving Amelia and Asadi now alone, "you look stunning in my traditional dress. Blue is definitely your color, it goes wonderful with your eyes," Amelia blushed darkly and nodded.

"Thank you, Mr. Abdul. For everything you've done," Amelia looked away, blushing. Asadi smiled and nodded.

"Happy to help," Asadi then looked out the window as the sun began to set, "tomorrow I am going to the market, would you care to accompany me? Benesh deserves a break and I think it might benefit both of us if I showed you around," Asadi asked as the smell of food wafted through the kitchen. Benesh came in and the two looked at her, making her freeze. Amelia then smiled and nodded to Asadi.

"I would love to accompany you tomorrow, Asadi," Amelia then got a potholder and opened the oven door, "Benesh, mind getting the yogurt sauce?" Amelia took the trays out of the oven and Benesh nodded. The three sat around the table and ate happily, going to bed right after.

The next morning, Amelia was getting dressed in traditional clothes and went downstairs to help Benesh make breakfast. After the three once again ate together, Asadi let Benesh rest for the day and told her Amelia would take her place. The two then left for the market, Amelia holding a rather large basket. The two walked in silence as they came upon a fairly large Kabul marketplace, bustling with energy. They came upon a fruit stand, picking out some fresh fruit. Amelia saw a tiny child gazing at them, specifically focussing on the bananas. Her and an even smaller boy were holding each other, dirty and seemingly alone.

"Amelia, what is wrong?" Asadi asked curiously. Amelia then stuffed the basket into his arms.

"Hold that real quick," she ordered, making Asadi and the stand owner look at each other. Amelia picked some cash from her pocket, giving it to the man and getting a small bundle of bananas. She then walked over to the small girl, kneeling before her, and gently handing the bananas to her, "here. Take them," she demanded softly. Since Amelia's dress and tubaan were embroidered, she looked like she came from high wealth. The girl's shaky hands grabbed the bananas, looking to Amelia one last time. Amelia nodded to the two children, making them smile and quickly run off happily. Amelia then walked back over to Asadi, gently grabbing the basket from him. She then saw the two men looking at her with wide eyes, "what?"

"N-nothing, let's just finish here," Asadi commanded as they finished shopping. On their way back, the two were confronted by two men who were clothed in black. They were eyeing Amelia, who had the basket in her hand. Asadi immediately got in between Amelia and the two elder men.

"May I help you?" Asadi growled darkly. He knew if anything happened to Amelia, the rest of the world would have his head. They already disliked him since the whole 9/11 attack, he could only imagine what they would think if Amelia was kidnapped by extremists.

"That woman is far too independent!"

"How do you conclude that accusation?" Asadi asked and the second man stepped forward.

"She walked freely in the marketplace! That woman was not accompanied by a man!"

"This woman has a name! And your claim is false as I am her male escort! If you dare to take another step with harmful intentions towards her or me, I will be forced to take physical action!" Asadi threatened, placing his hand on his concealed knife. The two men growled and stormed off, allowing Asadi and Amelia to get home safely. Upon arriving, Asadi said he would prepare kababs for lunch. Amelia decided to bond a little with Benesh, telling her of what had happened on the journey home. The two women heard Asadi yelp in pain, making Amelia chuckle and get up.

"I'll help him, it's still your day off," Amelia then walked to the kitchen and saw Asadi waving his hand. The stove door was ajar, leading her to believe she had burnt himself. Amelia chuckled and gently walked up to him, taking his wrist and tugging it to the sink. She began to brush his hand under cool water, helping him with his wound. After wrapping the burn with some bandages, the two began to cook. It was silent between the two before Asadi broke the long, suffocating silence.

"Amelia, do you think me a bad man?"

"Not in the slightest. We as nations and we as people are not the same in any way. Afghanistan is not a perfect nation, but no nations can make such a claim. America is just as flawed as the other countries are. Now," Amelia turned and put her hand on Asadi's chest, "Asadi is a good man that coincidentally just so happens to represent a very broken nation. Just as Amelia is coincidentally a woman who represents a very broken nation," Amelia then smiled and went back to scrubbing the bowl they used to make the creamy yogurt sauce, "we are nations, Asadi. But we are also human. Our nation self and our human self can be as different as night and day. That is what makes us countries so special,"

Asadi smiled at Amelia, happy with the answer he was given. The two finished cooking the food and ate once again all together. The three decided to relax for the rest of the day, so Amelia went upstairs to change. Benesh had given her a long baby blue gown that would cover her body and a comfy pair of black flats. Amelia was in the middle of slipping off her dress when Asadi came in without knocking. He saw Amelia's slim back, sculpted butt, and muscular thighs. But he was too distracted to be turned on, as his eyes were fixated on the blotchy scarring on her shoulderblade. He quietly walked up behind her, softly grazing the scars with his cold knuckles. Amelia jolted and immediately covered her plump, bare breast.

"These are from that day, aren't they?" Asadi asked her quietly. His voice seemed to crack as the realization came forward. Amelia sighed and nodded, slipping the dress on over the scars and putting her hair in a loose braid.

"It's in the past Asadi, you weren't the same nation back then," Amelia tried to comfort the male nation. But Asadi wouldn't have it, storming to his chambers and locking the door behind him. Amelia felt guilty that she made Asadi remember such a horrible event. She went downstairs and went to Benesh, tears nearly spilling from her eyes.

"Amelia, what has happened?"

"I think I just hurt Asadi, he saw my 9/11 scar and I think he still feels guilty about that day. I really don't blame him, he didn't want to hurt me or my people. I just don't want him to blame himself,"

"Maybe a walk in the garden will clear your head? He has a nice courtyard with a bunch of pretty flowers that should be the perfect place to collect your thoughts," Benesh gently grabbed Amelia's hand, dragging her to the spot she was referring to. The two women sat down and relaxed, Benesh comforting Amelia best she could. The sun began to set and the two girls went back inside, smelling a yummy aroma from the kitchen. They went and saw a pot on the stove filled with mashawa with a note.

I already ate, so eat as much as you wish -Asadi

The two women ate and talked happily, Amelia cleaning the kitchen as Benesh went to bed. Once Amelia finished cleaning, she went upstairs towards her room. She was passing Asadi's chambers when she heard a very quiet sob. She stopped at Asadi's door and put her ear to it, finding that Asadi was actually crying. She frowned and quietly knocked on the door, waiting for an answer. Asadi came and opened the large oak door, quickly beginning to shut it when he saw it was Amelia. But Amelia caught the door and forced herself against it.

"Asadi, we need to talk!"

"I think I am fine! Thank you!"

"You didn't sound fine to me!"

"Amelia, I can assure you everything is ok!"

"Asadi that's a bullshit lie and we both know that! Just let me-WAH!" Amelia flopped forward and ontop of Asadi, who lost his grip and let the door slip wide open. Amelia looked up to Asadi, both blushing and quickly sitting up.

"A-Amelia, I can assure you that it is not a lie," Asadi was looking away.

"Say that while looking me in the eyes, then I will believe you!" Amelia demanded powerfully. Asadi was about to retort, but Amelia continued, "Asadi, you and I both know you didn't want to do it. You didn't want to hurt me. You didn't want to hurt my people. You honestly didn't want to hurt anyone. Your government wanted that, not you. I meant it when I said that you are a good man. Asadi, you and Afghanistan are not the same. Afghanistan probably wouldn't have saved me from those extremists, but you did. Afghanistan probably wouldn't have saved me, but you did. Afghanistan and Asadi are not the same people: you don't share ideas, beliefs, or morals. I want you to understand that you are NOT Afghanistan and Afghanistan does NOT define who you are!" Amelia preached to Asadi with passion, effectively silencing the man. He looked at her, absorbing all the words she just yelled at him, processing everything slowly. As soon as he understood, he smiled down at her and embraced her tightly. The two embraced each other, Amelia yipping in pain when Asadi hugged a bit too tight around her wounded waist.

"Sorry I have been acting so cold, Amelia. I guess you make a good point, I am not Afghanistan all the time. In fact, when I am around you, I'm Asadi. I like being Asadi a lot more than being Afghanistan," Asadi smiled as Amelia straddled his lap. The two looked at each other for a moment, smiling happily. They both blushed as they leaned in, their noses brushing and their soft breaths scraping the other's cheek, "I guess I forget that Asadi and Afghanistan have different wants and different needs,"

"Well, what does Asadi want?" Amelia asked softly, looking right into Asadi's coal eyes. He gently cupped her cheek, guiding her face towards his. His thumb brushed under her ocean eyes, their face slowly getting closer.

"You know what Asadi wants, Amelia. He... I... Wants you," Asadi sealed their lips together lovingly. Their kiss was innocent and soft, filled to the brim with understanding and love. The two continued to kiss each other happily, getting more and more passionate with time. Asadi separated their lips and got up to close the door. He then turned back to Amelia before lifting her up and placing her on his large, soft bed. The two cuddled and kissed, Asadi not wanting to taint Amelia's purity.