Strings Attached (Countryhumans X Reader)(Sequel to Game Over)

Chapter Two

Then I heard something break.

It felt close, and I mean very close. I bit my bottom lip as I retracted my head that was buried in his chest. I expected a blissful sigh to escape my lips but nothing seemed to be moving. I wasn't even breathing.

My eyes trailed downwards to the area near my chest and neck, his hands clutched something. My heart dropped, he slowly opened his clutched hand. What fell on the ground beneath us were tiny pieces of shining metal which still gleamed in the sunlight despite its miserable state.

My whole world crumbled like the metals that were falling onto the ground when my brain decided to finally process what was happening.

America has grabbed my locket with his spare hand while giving me a hug. He clutched it so tightly that it crumbled into pieces. And what's worse is that...

He did it on purpose

I shoved myself away from him as I let myself fall onto the ground. My legs gave no effort in helping me stand back up. America only tumbled a little before getting back on his feet and dashed towards me.

In a blink of an eye he had pulled out a pocket knife, even my eyes couldn't see his swift movements. My legs finally decided to cooperate and I bolted. I didn't know where I was going but I just knew anywhere without him was safer.

I sharply turned the corner, tumbling a little but I kept going. I glanced backwards at the country chasing me, I could probably be able to feel the murderous intent from a whole kilometer away.

He was closing in, he brought his hand up and sliced right through my left arm creating a deep bloody cut. It was near my shoulder, I grasped the cut tightly to stop the bleeding as much as I could.

I couldn't focus much on America because I was too busy trying not to die. Out of nowhere I tripped over something, in a split second I could see a black item on the ground. But when I turned back it wasn't there, what the heck did I trip on? My own shadow? Yeah right.

America bent down and brought the knife to my neck, I growled angrily at him. Tears threatened to spill out of my eyes. "Why would you do that? Why do you want me dead now?"

"None of your concern all you have to do now is die," he spat at me, he raised the knife to stab me. I flinched. I'm pretty sure I lost my ability to reverse time when something bad happens, so if I die here I'm never coming back.

Out of nowhere a white ball came flying and smashed into the American's head. It was a snowball?! Although it only pushed his head back a little (which is pretty impressive for a snowball).

He angrily turned towards where the snowball came from, "hey asshole over here!" an ear splitting shout rung in my ears. A country was standing there towards my left with another snowball in his hand.

"Antarctica?!" I barely choked out, he was wearing a large winter coat with fur along the edge of the hoodie. The cracks in his skin were very much visible, a few parts even missing.

America stayed silent for awhile before breaking into a mocking laugh. "Surprised you aren't bedridden! I have no business with you, come back when you're a puddle of water!" The remains of the snow trickled down his face.

Then a shower of snowballs came flying towards us, "Ugh! What the hell-" he struggled to get the words out of his mouth. "Screw off capitalist pig!"

A vein bulged in the American's head, he was pissed alright. "Alright I spent enough time messing with you!" He reached into his pocket and grab another knife.