Title: Nails in My Heart

Pairings: America X Reader, (slightly)Non-con 2P!America X Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst(I fucking hate writing angst ;_;), Drama, gore/horror

Summary: America didn't know what to do after that. He wanted to be everything she wanted him to be. He wanted to be her hero. Apparently, she didn't want a hero. Well then… he wouldn't be one. For her.

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When they started going out Alfred was ecstatic, even though he had known that he'd get the girl (because he was the hero), he'd never thought that he'd be so…in love with (_Name_). She was everything to him. She didn't yell at him when he was being loud. She always laughed at his jokes. She would even ignore the fact that there were constantly burger wrappers in their bed. Not to mention the fact that no matter when Alfred messed up, (_Name_) would always say that she loved him. She was basically border line perfect (because everyone had flaws. Even those cute little quirks that made him love her even more.).

Tomorrow was his and (_Name_)'s anniversary after a whole century of being together. Alfred planned on celebrating by asking her to join with him- which was pretty much the equivalent to humans getting married. Sure America was young, but he loved (_Name_), and being impulsive as he was, he didn't see any reason not to ask her to be with him for the rest of their lives…

"I think we should break up," (_Name_) mumbled in the doorway, almost too quiet for Alfred to hear.

The American had just walked through the door of their home after having a meeting with the Allies and was in the middle of hanging up his bomber jacket in the hallway closet. Alfred was sure that his heart had dropped out of his chest. Looking away from his jacket, he forced a shaky, empty smile; the scared look in his eyes could tell anyone that he wished that he just heard her wrong.

Alfred gave an obviously artificial goofy smile. "H-huh? D-d.." He swallowed the lump in his throat. "Did you say something, babe?"

Still standing there, (_Name_) stared fixedly at him before repeating herself. Her force being much clearer this time, as well as hollow. "I think we should break up, Alfred."

Blue eyes swept over the young woman franticly before darting around the room, hoping that someone would pop up from behind their worn couch with party-poppers and silly string and yelling and laughing saying that this was all a cruel prank. "T-that's funny, dude! S-stop joking around," Alfred said laughing, but his eyes were wide and terrified. He quickly walked past (_Name_) and went up the stairs, heading towards their room, chuckling almost hysterically the whole time. Maybe if he just pretended that he didn't hear her, it'd go away. "Dinner's ready, r-right?"

(_Name_) gave a desperate sigh from behind him. He could hear her feet trailing after him up the steps. He sped up. "Alfred, please wait. You have to listen to me-"

He completely tuned her out by then. He didn't want to listen. He wouldn't because she was lying. She didn't really want to leave. She was probably just angry about something and was messing with him. Y-yeah, chicks always played mind games like that…

With (_Name_) still chasing after him, trying to saying anything that would register into his thick skull, Alfred opened their bedroom door only freeze up right in the middle of the doorway. He silently took in the sight of two suitcases and a duffle bag lying on the bed; (_Name_)'s suitcases.

_ stood hesitantly behind him, completely unsure of how to explain this to the American. Right when she reached out with a shaky hand to touch Alfred's back, he was suddenly striding over to the bags. Swiftly unzipping them, he took out the young woman's clothes by the handful before throwing them into the recently emptied dresser drawers. Alfred didn't say a word but the deadly thick aura in the room was enough to tell anyone that this scene wasn't going to be pretty.

"Stop it, Alfred!" (_Name_) was by the country's side in an instance, pulling the clothes back out of the dresser, franticly trying to get the blond to look at her as she attempted to repack while he unpacked. "This is for the best! You don't understand now but-"

With a vigorous force Alfred snatched the clothes from her hands. Although his physical power was indeed terrifying, his eyes held as much threat as those of a frightened child's who refused to believe that his dog died. "You're right," Alfred grumbled childishly, "I don't understand."

Matching America's angry tear filled eyes, (_Name_) sighed as she gently took the bunched up shirts from his hands. She was always so gentle with him. Never wanting to hurt his feeling or rally him up. Then why was she doing this?

"I…" (_Name_) gulped uneasily. "I need to leave. It'll be good for you."

How could this possibly be good for him when you were leaving him behind? You were in love! He was the hero. It couldn't end this way. There was no story in the world that ended with the damsel packing up and leaving the hero alone.

"How?" Alfred almost squeaked. He was trying so hard not to cry. Heroes didn't cry.

With a dreadful silence once again, (_Name_) put her clothes back into the suitcase. She didn't look at him once she was done though. She lingered by the bed for a while longer as Alfred bore holes into her back with his eyes. "…You know how… people change over time?"

Alfred continued to watch her with confused eyes. Who was changing? She wasn't changing. And he wasn't changing. She was still (_Name_) and he was still Alfred.

She still wasn't looking at him. "And maybe, some people need to change… D-…do you see what I'm trying to say?"

If Alfred could see his face, he was sure to see a sad glare. No. No he didn't see!

"No," he answered honestly.

(_Name_)spun around with unexpectedly furious eyes. "Do I have to spell it out, Alfred?"

Alfred nodded, matching her heated glower, suddenly feeling angry as well.

"You," she spat, "need to change. All you do is prance around like- like you don't have a damn care in the world! Countries are struggling, Alfred." America watched as she squared her shoulders at him. Her face was blank and emotionless but the glistening in her eyes told him otherwise. "I'm struggling, Alfred."

The male country blinked. Was that all? Alfred choked out a relived sounding laugh. "Th-that's all? I-I can fix that! No problem!" He was going to fix whatever problem (_Name_) had, because he was the hero, and he loved her.

(_Name_)shook her head grimly. "No, Alfred. I don't want you to fix it." This time when she turned to the bed, she pulled the suitcases down onto the floor before putting the duffle bag's strap over her head. "I actually want you to stop playing the hero," she said as she held the handles to both of her suitcases. "I want you to grow up and handle things like an adult. Not like a child's superhero; because you're not."

Without thinking about it, Alfred pouted at (_Name_). "I am too."

With a pitiful sigh her frown deepened. "No, you're not. You're just a young country that has too big of a dream." When (_Name_) was halfway out their bedroom door, that's when Alfred's feet decided to move again. He chased after her, following her anxiously as she made her way down the stairs, bags thumping down after her.

"B-but we're the same age!"

Glaring at him over her shoulder (the same shoulder where he'd rest his head when they'd watch a scary movie together.) she yelled. "Then explain to me why I feel like the adult!" They were at the front door now. (_Name_)'s hand was on the doorknob and Alfred was hanging close by. Fear racked through his body as he thought about what would happen if that woman walked out that door. "You need to grow up Alfred! I love you but I need to be with an adult! Not a wannabe superhero!" Facing the door, her voice became quiet again. She may have mumbled but nothing had left the American feeling so helpless. "…Goodbye, Alfred."

Alfred wished that the pain had stopped when (_Name_) threw open the door. He wished that she would drop the bags, spin back around at him with open arms, flash him that adorable smile, bat those gorgeous eyelashes at him and tell him that she loved him and wanted to celebrate their love with hot sex. But that didn't happen.

The pain continued out the door, down the walkway and into the driveway as Alfred begged and pleaded to deaf ears for (_Name_) to come back in the house. The pain didn't even stop when she threw he bags into the backseat of her car (she wasn't taking the one he bought her, Alfred noticed. She always drove her beloved piece of junk.), backed out of the driveway and sped off.

Alfred stood in the half empty driveway for what seemed like hours, waiting for her to turn around and drive back to him. That didn't happen either.

Without noticing, he had walked numbly back into the house and plopped himself onto the couch. For a while he just stared into the seemingly black abyss of the turned off television. He was sure that his heart had stopped beating, his blood had stopped pumping, and his brain had stopped working.

So… she was… gone?

Glancing around the room, he saw that all of his games were still on the shelves. So were his comic books, and his anime figurines that he had gotten from Japan. Looking at the stairs, he was almost compelled to call up the stairs for her. The reason he didn't though was partly because of that voice in the back of his head that told him it was useless too, and partly because a chubby, white cat with a fluffy tail and brown trim around his neck pranced up to his feet, looking at him curiously.

Ameri-cat mewled at his owner, almost as though he could tell that something was wrong.

Alfred shook his head at the cat, his voice sounding hollow to his own ears as he spoke. "(_Name_) left, buddy…"

Ameri-cat jumped onto the cushion next to the American, looking at him with concerned blue eyes, meowing again. Alfred pitied the cat, petting him only halfheartedly. "It's just you and me…" Reaching over, he picked up the heavy cat and shakily pulled him into his arms. "W-we, we can do this… Y-yeah," he was whispering now. "We can do this…Just you… and… you and…"

Alfred didn't realize when he had started shaking. He didn't even notice when his tears had started coming. But he did when he suddenly was aware of the fact that he was alone…

After 5 minutes (_Name_) had pulled her car over into the parking lot of a Walgreens, crying her eyes out into the edge of her steering wheel.

She had to leave him…

He had to grow up, and her codling wasn't helping him to become everything he deserved to be. If things stayed the way they were, then America wouldn't become the country who thought with his head and protected people with his heart. He would stay sheltered and oblivious; acting like a teenager with the world at his feet.

God, she loved his happy-go-lucky, innocently simple, heroic outlook on the world. But that would soon become his tragic flaw if he didn't mature quickly.

"Oh God, please…" (_Name_) whimpered through tears.

The last thing she ever wanted was for Alfred to become a Shakespearian tragic hero. And the sad and pathetic look in his blue eyes that he silently begged (_Name_) with was enough evidence to tell her that's exactly where he would be heading if she stayed.

It was only several hours after (_Name_) had left, and Alfred was on the floor of the living room. He withered helplessly as his body wracked with pain.

"I think we should break up," (_Name_)'s voice echoed in his head.

Clutching at his chest he broke out in a sweat. It felt as though with each heartbeat an excruciating wave of pain would pulse through him.

"It'll be good for you."

His labored breathing and pain filled groans were the only things that could be heard throughout the house.

"And maybe, some people need to change…"

He wanted to call for help but he was in too much pain. What would it matter? (_Name_) was gone.

"Do I have to spell it out, Alfred?"

Alfred tried grasping at the couch to try and find some way to lift himself off of the floor, but his grip came up surprisingly short and ended up with his fingers unable to grab at anything useful.

"Then explain to me why I feel like the adult!"

The pulsating pain had now exculpated to near vibration, choking him up enough that the air was unable for successfully get down his throat.

"I love you, but I need to be with an adult! "

His skin tingled unpleasantly, almost as though it was peeling. He clenched his eyes shut, desperately wanting to ease the burning sensation that his eyes were enduring. He wanted (_Name_) there. He needed her there.

"Not a wannabe superhero!"

If she was there, then the pain would stop. But… she didn't need him. She didn't need a hero.

"…Goodbye, Alfred."

Alfred suddenly stopped shaking, his body falling completely limp in the middle of the carpet. The house finally reduced to a dead silence. Ameri-cat had been hiding under the coffee table since his owner had started his seizure-like episode nearly an hour ago. With extreme caution, the thick cat edged his way over to his seemingly lifeless owner. The cat stepped timidly up to the country's still face. With a worried expression, he sniffed at the blond.

The sudden intake of breath from the man caused the hamburger-loving cat to dart into the kitchen.

With some struggle, his eyelids finally pried themselves open to let dark red eyes stare angrily at the fan on the ceiling. But that glare slowly changed into more playful and challenging as the seconds went by. A breathy, dark chuckle could barely be heard, but it sent a deadly chill throughout the room.

A terrifying smirk stretched across his suddenly tan face. "Oh (_Name_)," he drawled mockingly, "sweet, sweet (_Name_)." Then, in an eerie tone, he sang, "Alfie's not done with ya just yet…"

END OF CHAPTER 1

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Thank you axylurvesu for beta reading this for me~

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