Break Your Heart: Chapter 2 (2P!AmericaxReader)

(C/N) braced herself for impact from the bat, it was the only thing she could do because she was paralyzed with fear. Al picked his bat up and swung it over his shoulder, resting it there. "See ya, sugar." He smirked at her, if his sunglasses had been off; she could have seen a glint in his red eyes. Chills ran down (F/N's) spine when Al brushed past her on his way out of the alley. She hurried out of the alley when the nation was sure that she was safe.

"What in the hell was that?" The nation questioned the previous events aloud. She was still shaking in fear as she entered her hotel room. (F/N) rationalized what had happened by deciding she had simply imagined the whole thing. She stripped herself of her clothes after she had triple checked the locks and then walked to the bathroom. The hot, steaming water pulsated against her shoulders as she rolled them back against the pressure stress fell away as she did so.

Lavender scented suds cascaded down her (H/L) (H/C) locks and onto her strong shoulders as she lathered her hair with shampoo. Her eyes caught the crimson tinted water as it rushed down the drain. This sparked her curiosity and the nation began searching her body for an injury. (F/N) was confused when she did not find a cut, scrape nor slice on her body. It was then that she realized that the blood was not hers, it was Artie's. Then the events became solidified in her mind; it had actually happened.

"Plans?" (C/N's) voice rang out in her now quiet bathroom. She had turned the shower off and was now staring at the steam covered mirror. What exactly had that Al meant by Artie had always ruined his plans. Exactly what were the plans he had for her? (F/N) shook her head and pulled the clean clothes that she had set on the sink onto her body.

The country indulged herself with a hearty dinner and then entertained herself by watching one of her favorite television series. (C/N) stayed up well into the night, subconsciously too frightened to sleep. For all she knew Artie or Al could be watching her as her eyes trailed after the men talking animatedly on the screen. That thought chilled her very core, this caused her to turn the television volume louder and lay on her back and stare at the white ceiling. As (F/N) finally reached a deep stage of sleep, the hotel phone rang out loud and clear; pulling her out of sleep.

"Hello?" She asked, her voice thick with the lust of wishing to be dreaming. A huff of anger escaped her throat when there was no response. (F/N) pulled the phone from her ear and was about to put it down when the voice shouted; "Wait, (F/N) don't hang up!" The man's voice sounded desperate to talk to her, but about what he wasn't sure.

She put the phone back to her ear and stood from her bed, stretching her back as her feet touched the floor. "Who is this?" (C/N) asked, her voice still half asleep as well as her actions were. "It's America, I know they've been following you." At this, (F/N) broke out of her sleep fueled actions and stood with wide eyes. "You are in danger, just listen to what I have to say and I promise I'll help you."

"Al has been following you for the past six months, when he can't Artie has been doing it for him. You already knew that, but I bet you are worrying about the plan he has. All I can say for sure is that he plans to join with you and that isn't good. He and Hungary joined a while back, you've seen what has happened to her. " Alfred sighed into the phone, he was walking about the streets due to how worried he was. The nation on the other end of the phone stood there, her body covered in chills.

"Look, I know you don't know why I am so concerned, but that isn't relevant right now. You need to go into hiding, don't come to any more conferences,  and whatever you do never let Al in; he'll win you over I promise. Just stay safe, alright (F/N)?" Alfred stared at the full moon above him as he waited to hear her voice. "Alright Alfred.." She muttered, still phased by all of the information he had given her.