Hetaloid!AmericaXShy!Reader part 4

"And then, Superman flies down and-" America was going on about what he just read in your brother's comic books, reenacting as best he could, using whatever was around, including climbing on tables and chair, even after you told him not to.

You zone in and out of conversation as you skimmed through the manual for the America Hetaloid that your friend remembered to leave you. You take note of his gluttony and his low confidence in his weight. You read through what Hetaloids he could interact with and which he cannot. Luckily you did not know anyone with a Russia Hetaloid. 'He likes Comic books and video games... Luckily brother left all his comics here but maybe I should borrow some video games...' you thought, flipping through the manual. 'No scary movies....' you inwardly let out a sigh of relief. You were not one for those types of films.

'He came with so many things but...' You glance up at him as he jumps off the couch and zooms around the room, laughing. 'I didn't see them... Maybe they forgot to give them to me...' You squeaked as her rushed past you, jumping onto the couch. You quickly took out your cell phone,giggling, and text your friend who kindly gave you the America Hetaloid.

Almost instantly they replied. 'O shoot! Ill give U 2morow! Srry!' You sighed, wishing they would text in a professional manner but you knew that was the way nowadays. You look back up at America as he just finished his story, jumping back down on the cough and giving his most heroic laugh.

"Cool, right?!" He asked, grinning. You weren't fully paying attention to his story but forced a grin and nodded. You felt a yawn forcing it's way up your throat. You sleepily yawn but quickly blush and cover your hand over your mouth.

"S-sorry! Guess I'm more tired than I thought..." You say, now hiding your blush. America blinks a few times, seeming to be a little disappointed that the fun is over for the day but smiles and nods.

"Then we should go to bed and reserve energy so we can have more fun tomorrow!" He fist pumps the air before hopping off the couch and walks upstairs, humming a tune. You quickly and stiffly follow him.

"Good night, America." You shyly said, smiling at your Hetaloid from the entrance of your room as he headed for his room.

He turns his head over his shoulder and grins, "G'night, ____! Today was great! Happy birthday!" With that he entered his room, shutting the door. You smile to yourself as you turned and entered your room, closing the door. The house didn't feel empty and lonesome anymore now that America was here. You giggle a little as you quickly slip into your PJ's and brushed your teeth. You stare in the mirror for a moment before brushing you (h/c) hair back. You force a smile then frowned again. For fun you start making silly faces, only causing you to giggle more.

"Better stop before my face gets stuck." You whisper to yourself, smiling as you exit your bathroom. You slip into your bed and pull your (color) blanket over you body, snuggling into your (color) pillow. You think about all the things that had occurred that day before falling into a peaceful sleep, smiling.

You were awoken abruptly by a crash from downstairs. You bolt up in your bed, staring at the door. You hoped it was just America walking blindly in the dark but you couldn't help but fear the worst. Your body begins to shake as you slowly rose from you bed. You reached for your phone on the nightstand but your hand grasped at nothing. 'Oh no, where's my phone?' you panicked, quickly finding something to protect yourself. You couldn't find anything but a hanger so, without clearly thinking, you grab that.

"A-America?" You called out, hoping for a reply.

"_______," He replied from the other side of the door, quietly. "I think someone broke in but don't worry, the Hero is here! Just stay here and hide." You then heard his footsteps running down the stairs and him yelling about being a hero. You gasp as sounds of a tussle were heard from downstairs. You had hear that the America Hetaloid was one of the strongest Hetaloids so far but you couldn't help but worry. You clench your eyes shut as silence filled the air soon after.

"Please... America, please be ok..." You whisper to yourself as you slowly opened the door. You could hear something shuffling downstairs, someone was up. You didn't know who but since it was silent, your heart sank believing that the intruder had won over America. You whimper quietly as you slowly crept to the stairs, peeking down so you could see the living room. Your hands brush your hair, in order to make sure it doesn't go past your face as you slowly lowered your head.

You let out a sigh of relief as you saw America standing up, his back to you, but your breath soon got caught in your throat as America reaches for a vase, lifting it over head. You realize the intruder was lying under him.

"America!" You call out to him, hoping he would stop. America freezes, vase still in hand and over his head. Slowly, he turns his head to you. You hoped to see his beautiful blue eyes but your blood froze to see bright red ones. You were confused and stared at this more intense America, angry and dark. "A-America?" You whispered, your brows furrowing. He stares intently at you before quickly turning back to the intruder and slamming the vase down on the victim's head. You scream as blood was dripping down on the carpet. America turns to you, slowly walking towards you. You whimper as you shakily tried to retreat back into your room. You could hear his footsteps quicken when you slammed the door to your room and pressed your back against the wall, breathing heavily.

Was this America? It looked like him but something was horribly wrong. This was nothing like the sweet and childish Hetaloid from earlier today.

"Come out, come out." You could hear America knock, there was something terrifying about his voice. All innocence was gone. When you didn't reply, he began to knock harder, making you squeak in fright. "There you are." He whispered menacingly before slamming on the door. You scurry away from the door and head to the bathroom but you felt a gust of wind as a loud crash came from behind you. Your heart skipped a beat as you screamed. He knocked down the door.