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(Y/N) followed America down the street gloomily kicking invisible stones with her feet as she followed the blonde down the street. A large pout on her face as she tried to hide the anger and frustration that she was currently feeling.
You had both decided to go shopping since it was a nice day and America was planning to go on a beach trip with you sometime. She was a great surfer and loved volleyball, you not so much. You enjoyed the food and the company, but you just enjoyed the swimming or sunbathing underneath the umbrella.
However as per usual everyone was staring at you both, but for completely different reasons. Everyone was staring and commenting on how attractive America was, what with her honey blonde waves and big blue eyes. Everyone was staring at you because you were short.
She could hear them all whispering to themselves, saying how she looked like America's little sister. They were trying to be inconspicuous about it, but you could bloody well hear them from where you were standing? Why did everyone feel the need to make a big deal out of it?
(Y/N) felt tears spike her eyes but she refused to let them fall, she would not give them that satisfaction. Its not like she asked to be this tall for crying out loud! She couldn't help being the height that she was. Why couldn't puberty have put a few more feet on her instead of making her this short?
Why did short girls get so much shit? Hell, why were they never taken as seriously as tall people were? She could be just as intimidating! Hell, she was an adult for crying out loud! (Y/N) closed her eyes tightly and felt some of the tears spill over. She wished she had been born taller, then she would fit in and wouldn't stand out as easily as she did.
"Hey (Y/N) you ok? You look really down?" she asked curiously. She had been looking miserable the whole time they had been walking down the street. Yet earlier she had been in such a good mood, didn't she enjoy trying on bathing suits?
(Y/N) stiffened and bowed her head, her bangs covering her eyes. She kept her mouth shut and didn't speak a word, if she did she would only say something stupid and make a scene. She already felt bad enough about her height as it was. She could still hear them whispering, some now calling her out for being a kid and crying.
America peered around silently, listening to the barrage of insults being thrown at her lover. She then frowned angrily, every time they left the house people had to make her height a topic of conversation. Did they really enjoy making short people feel insecure about their body size? What a bunch of assholes.
She then pulled (Y/N) into a sudden hug throwing her arms around your neck startling (Y/n). She gripped you tightly and buried your nose into her hair affectionately. She then pulled away slightly still holding you, her blue eyes beaming as she gazed into your own (E/C) eyes.
"So what that your short?! You're like a Ninja! Nobody see's you coming! I'm jealous Y'know!" she stated proudly. She would never let anyone make her girlfriend feel bad about their height. As the heroine it was her job to save the day and make her feel better about herself.
(Y/N) blushed profusely upon hearing this. But a small smile came across her face as she heard these words. America always made her feel better about anything, her worries fading away like rain clouds. She always made her feel better when she was feeling down. She really was her heroine.