Hetalia One shots (TAKING REQUESTS)

America x Reader: Before He Cheats

    I couldn't believe this. Five years being together, two of those spent being friends and he throws it all away like it was nothing to him. The audacity that blonde bastard had, as if he could get away with this and come home like everything was good. As if I wouldn't notice what he did.  Scoffing I rolled my eyes as the road became a blur of black and the occasional yellow glow from the street lamps, the rattling of the engine drowning out whatever song was in the radio. Alfred is a stupid bastard if he thought I wouldn't figure out what he did, who he did.
   
    Parking near the sidewalk, I turned off my car and got out, grabbing the wooden handle of the sledge hammer and resting it over my shoulder. Slamming the door closed, I made my way to Alfred's house, seeing his precious pick up truck gleaming in the stark moonlight. Perfect. Lining up the metal across from the headlights, I swung and smirked as the crash of the metal against the glass rang through the air, glass littering the ground in front of me. Pulling out the sledge of the headlight, I did the same damage to the other one. Hefting the hammer over my shoulder I took a stance, my feet far apart and swung the hammer over my shoulder and onto the hood of the truck, watching with satisfaction as the hood became dented in, the black metal looking twisted and beautiful in the moonlight. Swinging the hammer again onto the hood, I moved on to the tires. I put the sledge hammer down, letting the wooden pole stick up straight in the air as I dug out a pocket knife from my jean pocket. Flipping open the sharp knife I sliced a sizable hole onto the tire, chucking in triumph as the air whizzed out. I did the same to the two other tires. Standing back, I looked at my destruction and sweet revenge, but something was missing. Oh right. Smirking, I busted open the drivers side window with the sledge hammer and opened the door, by now the alarm was going off but I didn't care, I was going to the add the best and last finishing touch. Holding my pocket knife, I carved my knife across his leather seats with vigor, not stopping until the fluff from inside was on the seat itself. Hopping out of the truck, I grabbed the hammer and left before Alfred could even turn off the alarm. I walked back to my car, got in and drove away, not a single ounce of a regret was in my body and it was going to stay that way. Revenge is certainly sweet not matter how bitter the act is.

Sorry about the shortness of this story, I'm trying to get back in the groove of writing..again. Anyways, can't promise updates will be faster or even frequent. Thanks for sticking around with me and my awful update process, you guys are the real mvps.

~VivaLaVidaEngland