2P!America x Reader: Why You PT.2

Hey guys! Yup the next part is up. sorry its not as awesome ;A; but Al is being more of a sadist around you now xD//shot//

hope you like it...

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While Al wasn't in the room, you decided to make the best of being alone and think of a way to get out. Playing around and brushing your beautiful ((hair length)) ((hair color)) hair you started thinking. 'Al isn't an idiot, I can't play around him that easy, I'm also not one for good manipulation' you start to recite in your head, 'but I'm not an idiot either… maybe if I start b*tching he'd grow tired of me and throw me out… or just smash my head into a bazillion pieces with his bat. Option 2 is more likely'. Was there any way around this guy!? Calling anyone from your phone which was thrown a bit ago wasn't an option, you tried, but it was broken. You hear the door knob turn and you quickly straightened up.

Al, of course, came in; tossing his bat on the floor, it dripping some liquid which you obviously could tell was blood. He walked right past you, his shoulder slightly brushing on yours as he went over to sit himself on the couch. You stood there looking paralyzed.

"Don't stand there like an idiot" Al gestured a 'come here' motion with his finger. Oh how you didn't want to obey… but the guy had a nailed baseball bat and an already deadly look, you better listen or you won't see the light of another day. You slowly walk up trying to ignore the fact that you were shaking. Being a foot away from him was close enough for you, thank you very much. He raised an eyebrow at you and smiled deviously.

"Scared shitless huh?" That was more than enough to snap you back, you were scared yes, but no way had you wanted him to think you were weak like that. No way.

"A-AM NOT!" You yell defensively. His expression hasn't changed. Just your luck.

"Then come on over, have a seat. Right next to me" Gesturing yet again, but at the spot next to him. 'yay _______, you get the joy of sitting next to Al… smooth.' You take a shaky breath and realize you can't chicken out now, not after you said you were brave. Taking a seat you tried not to look uncomfortable, but it's like he can smell fear. He starts… laughing? Yeah he laughed, darkly of course.

"You're scared alright. You should be" The he did something unexpected. He ran his hand which was rested on the couches back close to you through your hair and ran his hand down the back of your neck to your back. You shivered at his warm touch, making him smirk, but you tried to keep cool. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife. 'oh crap this is it' you start to panic, you started to get off the couch but he grabbed you by the wrist, the iron grip made you squeal as he roughly pulled you back down on the couch, clutching your wrist to keep you there. But he didn't hurt you… surprisingly. He put the knife in your other hand and simply said:

"Have fun with this." With a smirk, letting go of your wrist that you shook the pale hand to start the flow of blood again and looked at him, he got up from the couch and walked over to the door again.

"Don't do anything naughty with it" glancing back he picks up his bat and walks out again.

[Time skip yohoho tralala~]

You nervously paced around wondering what to do and trying to plan more. Al left a good 4 hours ago and you shrieked when you heard a voice behind you say

"Missed me?"

"NO! Not when you scare me like that!"

With another dark chuckle he put his gloved hand on your shoulder and put the bat in front of you, him standing behind you didn't help this at all because you couldn't see his expression.

"Clean this for me, will ya?" The bat was well drenched in red liquid slowly dripping down. You gulped and shakily took the bat. How could you disobey him?  You could end up like whoevers blood was on this.

So you did what you were told… you went to the kitchen and turned on the sink, unwrapping the bandages off the bat that were probably for that purpose, you started drenching the bat, rubbing the rest of the red off it with an old cloth. You hardly noticed but you started tearing up, just thinking about the loss people would have when they find whoever was struck by the bat. You were able to get most of the blood off but avoiding the nails was hard.

"Ow!" you cry out when your finger starts bleeding. The nail cut your index finger, soaking it under water you didn't notice how Al came up and stood in front of you from the other side of the counter.

"You really are useless" he rolled his eyes, grabbing your hand he licked over the cut! You whimpered in disgust and stinging.

"W-What are you doing!?" You say trying to pull your hand back. Taking another bandage out of his pocket he wrapped it around your finger. His grip around your hand still hurt a lot but your finger felt better…

"I could have guessed you'd screw up something easy like that easily." He smirked, taking the bat from the sink and wrapping the rest of the bandage over it.

"… Why did you do that?" you looked at your finger.

"Why wouldn't I, I gotta take care of my little b*tch, don't i?"… what did he just call you? You scowled at him, causing him to chuckle and continue, "Fine. You're not my b*tch… yet". What was wrong with this guy!? He was straight up weird and crack, but you had to admit, you never seen such a good looking killer before. Regardless you hated him. You were sure of it… pretty sure, that is. You had to! Who wouldn't. While you were zoned out in thought he extended his leg and swept it under yours, tripping you. Before you could realize it you bumped into Al, with an 'oof' sound when you landed on his chest. A deep red blush spread across your cheeks as you sat up. Of course, he as smirking at you.

"W-What was that for!?" you say, trying to stand up but he kept you in the position you were in now with an arm. 'What's his problem!?' you question to yourself.

"Let go!" you yelp. But like that helped. Not at all, he just tightened his grip around your waist, you blush still not dimming down. He was uncomfortably close to you at this point. Just as he was beginning to speak, he was interrupted with the sound of the door opening. Both of your attention turned to a man standing by the door. His childish smile creeped you out like hell. His hair was light pink, psychotic electric blue eyes with tints of pink, he had extremely thick eyebrows and freckles. Other then that his clothes also looked bright and colorful with multiple shades of pink.

"Arthur, you dick! I'm in the middle of something!" Al snapped at the man.
"Now, now Alfy don't be naughty" Arthur giggled and shook his finger. "Let go of the little lass". With a growl Al released you, and you immediately shot up and felt your forehead. You heated up quite a bit.

"Hello, love. I'm Arthur. Artie if you will" he giggled at you again. The unwrapping the paper from something, revealing a bright cupcake he offered it to you. "Care for a cupcake?"

"N-no thanks" no way you'd take something from any of them. For all you knew it could poison you.

"Get that shit away from both of us" A snapped once again. Looks like he knew the man, but wasn't pleased with his presence. You however couldn't care less, as long as nothing bad happened, but you were thankful that he barged in during your little 'forced cuddle session' with Al.

"Alfred don't be mean to your brother"

'Brother!?' the very thought of those 2 being related burst your thoughts.  

"_______, this is my other brother Arthur. He ALWAYS shows up at the worst moments" Al snarled. He doesn't seem to like his odd family any more then you do.

"Pleased to meet you, _______" Arthur smiled at you. That smile wasn't so friendly… just dead creepy.

'Come on _______! You need to get out of here… you can't take any more of Als family. Or Al…' you reassure yourself. Al got up and walked on over to cotton candy man, with a deep glare he walked right past him and stormed off into what you thought was his room.

'Alone with Cotton Candy man. Fun.' Your mind tells you.