The Babe and the Villain (2p America x Reader; A 2p Hetalia Fanfiction)

Chapter Four: A Game?

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Warning: JasonusesA LOToffoullanguage

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{ Time, 10:00 am }

   A few hours had passed since you had awoken to find yourself trapped in Jason's 2p universe. You sighed, huddled against a corner with a knife in your hand as your only form of protection. Since the mishap with Alfred, Jason had neglected to show himself. You had to admit, you were a bit relieved, but, at the same time, you were scared stiff, knowing that he could show himself at any moment and there would be know way for you to escape his grasps.

    A sort of knocking sound from the other room caught your attention, raising your alarms. It wasn't knocking like you would on a door...nor was it tapping. It was sort if like....a ball bouncing? Slowly, you stood up, walking into the said room, which was the living room, only to find that it was empty and the knocking had come to a stop....

    But, it was soon replaced with a new noise... Alfred's record player. It kept looping, repeating the same words over and over again whist playing a sort of jazzy show tune.

DIE

DIE

DIE

    But as quick as it started....it stopped.....

      A scream arose from somewhere else in the house, making you jump from fear before realizing who the scream belonged to. "Alfred!" you scowled, searching through every unlocked room and not finding your American brother. Then you came upon the basement door, "........," Slowly, you opened the door and hit the light switch, but, the lightbulb was broken. "Great, just great....," you mumbled, turning to leave and get a flashlight but freezing when a light turned on at the bottom of the stairs. A dim, red, eery light.

    Standing on the top step and meaning forward, you tried to determine the source of the light without actually going down the stairs, in case it was a trap. But, the door slammed closed behind you, hitting your bum and sending you tumbling down the stairs. "O-Ow....," you groaned, holding your now bleeding forehead. You winced as you attempted to stand up, using the wall for balance until you regained yourself.

    Suddenly, the red light went out, causing a serge of panic to spread throughout your body. A spotlight then turned on, and in the middle of it, was Alfred, gaged and tied to a wooden chair.

    "Alfred!" You gasped, running over to your unconscious brother, only to be stopped by a strong hand grabbing your wrist and pulling you backwards.

    "Where do you think you're going, bitch?" A deep, husky voice whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You struggled to get out of the mans grip, but he just laughed and pinned you to the wall with ease.

    "L-Let me go!" you screamed, thrashing in his hold, only to make his sinister laugh grow louder.

    "And, why would I do that?" he asked, a grin on his face as he played with a strand of your (h/l) (h/c) hair, "Where would you even go, exactly?" The man continued asking you questions, "Sure, you can go hide up in your room, but, I'm bound to get bored eventually," he chuckled, his red eyes meeting your own (e/c) ones. 

     You remained silent, looking into those deep red eyes of his. There had to be a way out....

    "We.....could play a game....~~" he coed, licking the shell of your ear, "Its such a fu*king amazing game....I'm sure a bitch like you would enjoy it~~ You could win your freedom~"

  "....W-What game....?" You asked, a hint of hesitation in your voice as you spoke.

    "Assassins countdown," He smiled, cupping your face in his large hands, "It's a simple game....I set up a hiding zone...Let's say, the woods? You hide, and if I find you, I kill someone close to you~ If I don't....Then, they're safe. There are four rounds that each last fifteen minutes....Best three out of four wins. If you win, you go~~ If I win....You stay....Forever~~," He grinned, bringing your face just centimeters away from his. Yet another grin formed in his twisted face as your nose cringed in disgust.

    You closed your eyes, whimpering as a rough, forced kiss was planted upon your lips.

    And suddenly....it stopped....you couldn't even feel his hot breath on your face anymore....

    When you opened your eyes...you were no longer in the basement of your suburban home....You....Were in a forest....And Jason and Alfred were gone.

    "Let the games begin~!" Jason's voice boomed out of nowhere, and you quickly found yourself running to who knows where. You just had to hide and stay hidden....

    How hard can it be?

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Author'sNote

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