2P!AmericaXReader-Nightfall Part 2

"I don't know wh-what you're t-talking about…" you stuttered, fear finding its way into your words. So much for looking brave. You were looking down. You were NOT planning to make eye contact any time soon. "Oh, I know, I know…" he said, gruff voice becoming a bit… soothing? No… It was probably mockingly so if it was meant to be. His grin came back onto his face, not that you saw it. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. Not yet anyway," he teased, chuckling again.

Finally finding the courage to look up, you finally got a good look at him for the first time. Sunglasses rested on the bridge of his nose, but you could barely see his eyes from underneath them. He seemed like your friend America (Or Alfred, depending on if you called him by his real name), same jacket, but darker. Same hair, even the same piece sticking up, but instead of blond, his hair was a reddish-brown. You noticed that this America was tanned. You could tell the personalities were WAAAAY different too. That was obvious before you even saw what the guy looked like.

Suddenly, he pulled you into the alleyway that he emerged from just moments before, shoving you against the wall and pinning your wrists to your sides. The air left your lungs and you were about to open your mouth to protest but then you felt his lips press against yours, causing a moment of intense confusion. Oh God what's going on? What the hell?! He pulled back, licking his top lip while doing so. You saw his piercing, a small silver ball in the center of his tongue. He still held your arms there, so you still couldn't move.

Suddenly, a sound came from the other side of the alleyway. Both you and him looked, you in hope, and him in frustration. Of course, the civillian had stopped to see what was going on, seeing that something was wrong here. "Hmm… be right back…" he said, grabbing his bat and walking towards the guy, muttering something about witnesses. Your brain recovered from the initial shock of the sudden lip-lock, and it only had one thought now: RUN!

You did, running as fast as your feet could take you. A scream was heard, cut off midway, and then the sound of footsteps running behind you caught your attention. Now you only hoped that you didn't suddenly have the inconvenience of being able to trip over the smallest things. "Leaving so soon?!" came his voice, followed by insane laughter. He was fast, faster than you, and he grabbed you from behind, wrapping both arms around you as a restraint. You thrashed in his arms, hoping that you'd loosen his grip, to no avail.

You did manage to make him lose his footing, but that sent you both tumbling facedown to the grass, him on top of you. You kicked around, trying to shake him off, but then you felt his hands go to your wrists and he held them tightly, pinning them to the ground. You still had some fight in you, kicking harder.

Then you could practically feel his lips on your ear. "Stop struggling," he demanded in a harsh whisper. You weren't sure what compelled you to do so, but you listened to him, going still. He grinned, laughing lightly. "Good girl…" he said, taking one of his leather clad hands and stroking your cheek and tracing your jawline with his lips. Half of your brain screamed to keep running, but the other half wanted to stay where you were. You weren't sure why exactly, but you decided to go with the latter, not a single muscle tensing back up. The part of your brain telling you to flee now told you to at least punch him in the face, but you couldn't bring yourself to do that either.

Suddenly, some sirens wailed in the distance. You could slightly see a faint flashing of red and blue, but by now, you convinced yourself not to trust anything that you do anymore. The Alfred look alike growled and cursed under his breath.  You had the urge to jump up and run again, but a napkin of some sort was placed over your nose and mouth and it had a funny scent to it…

It kinda made you… sleepy… Your vision faded out, everything going black, and the last thing you heard were footsteps running off in the direction of the alley and the slamming of a car door.