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SweetDevil!America x Reader
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Chapter One: Target and Thoughts
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"Ah, so my target is a girl who's going to die soon eh? Well, this shouldn't be hard since she's a female~ after all, what female could resist my charm?" America mumbled, hearing a snort coming from behind him, turning around to see who it was America could only frown.
"Oh, it's just stupid ol' England….not cool at all." America sighed, sarcasm, and boredom rolling off of his comment in waves causing the older devil to run towards him, wrapping his hands around his throat he pretended to strangle him, while really in all actuality he was merely shaking him, really, really violently. "And what's with the bored tone in your voice?! Was that sarcasm I heard?! Why are you acting as if you don't care?! I'm a very scary, powerful and ancient devil!!!"
While England continued to strangle him, America continued to look over the pictures, his eyes glancing over the words, your location, and your picture. A small smile broke out across his face as he set the papers a flame, England released his grip on America's throat, and backing away he mumbled.
"Are you leaving now?" England asked, America could have sworn that he heard the slightest hint of worry in the elder devils voice, a small reassuring smile on his face as he said. "Ah~ are you worried about me England? That's so good of you~" America joked, he hit England's shoulder with a playful force, aggravating the older devil as he said.
"No, I'm not worried one bit, I was just sent here by the higher up's to make sure that you're leaving." England was now fuming, spreading his black wings he darted away from where America was, leaving the younger devil behind to scoff and say. "Whatever~ welp, here we go." With that said, America's still new wings (by like a hundred or so years) unfurled reviling, still glossy bat like wings, that seemed to look almost like fallen angel wings from a distance, moving his signature devil's tail around he decided that today he would jump off a wing backwards.
And just before he hit the ground, in one swift moment his wings opened up, propelling him off the ground just enough so he wouldn't hit the concrete that waited below. Flying towards your location, America couldn't hold back the smile on his face. Yes, now that he has a new victim he would enjoy this, since his last one wasn't very fun, he hopes that the new target would put up a good show for him.
His mind wandered back to the papers that he'd burned just before England left, and before his own take off. His mind wandering to his targets name, her smiling face in the picture and the death she would suffer at his hands, so that she would not have to suffer a fate worse than her planned death.
(Y_n), age nineteen, occupation, daycare helper, and part-time café worker. Suffering from severe lung and heart problems, her lungs and heart are giving out on her, putting her in a lot of pain. So much pain that any human should have given up by now, but…she was still here. Still in this world fighting, but why?
What does she have left to fight for? She's all alone in this world, well sort of and what little bit of a family she has left has disowned her. Leaving her in a world without family, that alone would make anyone want to die. Who would want to live in a world all alone like that, all alone with no one to turn to?
Glancing at the quickly retreating sunrise, America mumbled. "Why are humans so stubborn? Why, do they not just give up? It's pointless to fight their own death….it'll happen anyways. So…why do they fight? Why do they force themselves to live through all of that pain, all of the torcher that their bodies put them through?" stopping in mid-flight, America stared at the place that you reside in.
Saving Grace's Hospital…ha, you were going to need more than a saving grace to bring you back to health. His blue eyes turned red when they landed on you, your sickly, and pitiful form, writing in pain a little bit. Tears forming in your eyes he felt his nails growing inch, by little inch as he said.
"Hahahah….target located, now~ time for my mission to begin."
SweetDevil!America x Reader
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Chapter One: Target and Thoughts
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"Ah, so my target is a girl who's going to die soon eh? Well, this shouldn't be hard since she's a female~ after all, what female could resist my charm?" America mumbled, hearing a snort coming from behind him, turning around to see who it was America could only frown.
"Oh, it's just stupid ol' England….not cool at all." America sighed, sarcasm, and boredom rolling off of his comment in waves causing the older devil to run towards him, wrapping his hands around his throat he pretended to strangle him, while really in all actuality he was merely shaking him, really, really violently. "And what's with the bored tone in your voice?! Was that sarcasm I heard?! Why are you acting as if you don't care?! I'm a very scary, powerful and ancient devil!!!"
While England continued to strangle him, America continued to look over the pictures, his eyes glancing over the words, your location, and your picture. A small smile broke out across his face as he set the papers a flame, England released his grip on America's throat, and backing away he mumbled.
"Are you leaving now?" England asked, America could have sworn that he heard the slightest hint of worry in the elder devils voice, a small reassuring smile on his face as he said. "Ah~ are you worried about me England? That's so good of you~" America joked, he hit England's shoulder with a playful force, aggravating the older devil as he said.
"No, I'm not worried one bit, I was just sent here by the higher up's to make sure that you're leaving." England was now fuming, spreading his black wings he darted away from where America was, leaving the younger devil behind to scoff and say. "Whatever~ welp, here we go." With that said, America's still new wings (by like a hundred or so years) unfurled reviling, still glossy bat like wings, that seemed to look almost like fallen angel wings from a distance, moving his signature devil's tail around he decided that today he would jump off a wing backwards.
And just before he hit the ground, in one swift moment his wings opened up, propelling him off the ground just enough so he wouldn't hit the concrete that waited below. Flying towards your location, America couldn't hold back the smile on his face. Yes, now that he has a new victim he would enjoy this, since his last one wasn't very fun, he hopes that the new target would put up a good show for him.
His mind wandered back to the papers that he'd burned just before England left, and before his own take off. His mind wandering to his targets name, her smiling face in the picture and the death she would suffer at his hands, so that she would not have to suffer a fate worse than her planned death.
(Y_n), age nineteen, occupation, daycare helper, and part-time café worker. Suffering from severe lung and heart problems, her lungs and heart are giving out on her, putting her in a lot of pain. So much pain that any human should have given up by now, but…she was still here. Still in this world fighting, but why?
What does she have left to fight for? She's all alone in this world, well sort of and what little bit of a family she has left has disowned her. Leaving her in a world without family, that alone would make anyone want to die. Who would want to live in a world all alone like that, all alone with no one to turn to?
Glancing at the quickly retreating sunrise, America mumbled. "Why are humans so stubborn? Why, do they not just give up? It's pointless to fight their own death….it'll happen anyways. So…why do they fight? Why do they force themselves to live through all of that pain, all of the torcher that their bodies put them through?" stopping in mid-flight, America stared at the place that you reside in.
Saving Grace's Hospital…ha, you were going to need more than a saving grace to bring you back to health. His blue eyes turned red when they landed on you, your sickly, and pitiful form, writing in pain a little bit. Tears forming in your eyes he felt his nails growing inch, by little inch as he said.
"Hahahah….target located, now~ time for my mission to begin."
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Hahah~ well, I had fun writing this, since my friend suggested that I make an AmericaxReader but supernatural~ xD I hope that you all liked it, if you'd like to have another chapter let meh know~
Since its going to be a three part thing. .w.
I own nothing~ so just enjoy the story.
A new chapter!
Chapter Two > [link]
Hahah~ well, I had fun writing this, since my friend suggested that I make an AmericaxReader but supernatural~ xD I hope that you all liked it, if you'd like to have another chapter let meh know~
Since its going to be a three part thing. .w.
I own nothing~ so just enjoy the story.
A new chapter!
Chapter Two > [link]
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