[AmericaxReader] Part 2 ~ Bitter Sweet Revenge

You placed a kiss on Arthur's cheek as you bid him farewell, you tried to hug Alfred but he simply rejected. He was mad. Not necessarily at you, but he was mad. He didn't want to be your second. He wanted to be your first. He wanted to be your only. He wanted revenge.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 2 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

America had sworn to himself that he would get revenge. Sweet, sweet revenge. Just the sound of those words gave him hope, but what was unknown to him was that when it comes to revenge there's both the sweet and the bitter. Later that night Alfred came up with what he thought was a bulletproof plan.


~~~~~~~~~ Next Day ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

While lying in bed only half awake you smell a delicious fragrance coming from the kitchen. What is that scent? You wanted to get up and see but were too lazy to move. You thought and thought but eventually gave up and sub cautiously moved to the kitchen. What you saw astonished you.

Your head tilted slightly to the side as you saw an American cooking something that smelled absolutely delectable! You knew he could cook and that didn't surprise you one bit but you wondered, how did he get into your house?!
" Good Morning ___________." He gleamed as he flipped over the [Flavor ] pancake
"Hey Alfred! ^^" you smiled as the scent of the pancakes filled you with joy
         " Lets go out today!" He practically jumped up and down out of excitement with a optimistic smile painted on his face.
         Your smile faded to a frown at the statement. You had already made plans with Arthur to go and [ Activity ]. Alfred's bright smile began to diminish as well when he turned to see your face. Silence filled the room for quite a while before you decided to speak.
         " I'm so-" you tried to say but the blonde's sudden kiss made you forget everything. You quickly pushed him away as your heart beat a 1000 miles per minute. You didn't know why this was happening because you didn't "like-like" Alfred one bit. As dazed as you were you snapped back to reality and your apologetic tones turned to that of one with rage & sympathy. You were mad that he suddenly kissed you but felt sorry for him because you ignored him on a day that was supposed to be special. Torn, you shoved him out the door then sat with your knees to your face. You heard his car engine start up and knew that he was gone.
         You started to cry but heard a loud obnoxious beeping sound and a burning scent filled the air. Turning to see a bright red flame on your stove you quickly run out the door as a fire truck pulled up as your house went down in flames.
        By the time the fire was put out Arthur had pulled up and questioned you if you were ok and what happened. You didn't respond often which only made him worry all the more. You didn't tell him the fire stated from burnt pancakes for two main reasons. One you didn't want him to get mad at Alfred and two, you didn't want him to offer assistance in cooking. Though you loved him, the kitchen is one place you would never let him enter. It was still around noon and already you had fought with a friend and didn't have a home. Wow… some day you were having.
         You proceeded to the park; alone. No matter how kind England was, you refused to let him come. You wanted to be alone for a while to think about how to apologize to Alfred.
        "ou-um uh… so-" you paused in your words attributing to the now awkward atmosphere. The one person you really didn't want to see was staring straight at you with a apologetic face. You quickly looked to the ground and mumbled "excuse me" before hurrying away.
        " Wait _______" America stammered as he grabbed your wrist. By this time he had already heard about the fire. This only made him feel worse because first he kisses his best friends girlfriend, then he burns her house down.
        "Lets talk…" he said as he started to follow you to the hill.