America x Reader Space Adventure
The year is 2013.Today is your day off. You are walking through the park  humming along as your favorite band plays on your Ipod. You take for a moment on a bench you dose off briefly. When you wake up you find a cassette tape next to you on the bench. Your name is written on the label.

You consider listening to the mysterious tape, but find yourself unable to stop jamming out to your Ipod. And, really, who can blame you? How owns a cassette these days?

Your stomach grumbles. You  make your way to Charlene's  your favorite restaurant. You place an order at the counter for a cheeseburger and grape soda before finding a table in the corner. Your meal arrives. After taking a couple of bites, you are  find a folded piece of paper between the meat and bun.

You investigate the folded paper from your burger.  "Sup! Bro, act casual, but look toward the bathroom." Just as you look a man in a bomber jacket pokes his head out from inside the bathroom.  The note continues: "Anyway, check it. I'm America, and here's the deal. In July 1947, a ranch owner found something totally crazy in a tiny little town. So when I heard about it, I had to go take a look. If you want to know what I found when I got there, come to the bathroom. I'll be waiting."

You make your way to the bathroom to meet America and ask him to tell you more about the Roswell incident. He's eager to share the information.

"So, I talk to this rancher, right? And he says he found this weird metal. It's like totally crazy! It's not like anything I'd ever seen. So, obviously, I'm like, duh. It's totally alien. It is undeniably part of a UFO from outer freakin' space!"

"So, I tell my boss. But he says, nope. No way. It's a weather balloon. I'm all, no way. It's a UFO. But he's all, nope, weather balloon. Little did he know, I could totally prove it was a UFO. Want to know how? Wanna see the proof?"
"Show me the proof," you tell America. "Prove to me that aliens are real."

America pushes one of the bathroom stall doors open. "I'd like you to meet my friend," America says. "This is Tonny!" A little greyish guy with big red eyes walks from the stall.

"Tonny's from space and he wants to hang out here and since we're BFF, I'd kinda like to show him around." You ask America what any of this has to do with you.

"It's simple," he says. "Since you're kind of a big deal . I was thinking maybe you'd like to go to space on a mission or whatever. See, Tonny's boss wants Tonny to come back, but like I said, hello, we're best bros now, and Tonny doesn't wanna go back!" Tonny nods in agreement.

"So, we told Tonny's boss that we'd send a human back instead! Like a trade! And that's you! You down?" A moment passes before you say, "No. Way. Not a chance."

America's face tightens.

"Well," he says. "Then I guess this is probably gonna be a little awkward."

A glowing beam of warm light surrounds you. In an instant, you are sucked through space and time. As you travel at the speed of light to your new home among the stars, you accept your fate and actually start to feel good about your role as humanity's diplomat.