Yandere 2p hetalia asks!

2p America x reader

A/N- not edited. There are a lot of mistakes in this. This was requested by... I can't remember. Sorry! Hope you enjoy anyway!
Sentence starter~
"I love it when your feisty." & "Someday this will just be a funny story we'll tell our children."

Reader's POV --

I stared at my phone in a mix of anger and horror, this stupid creep just didn't know when to stop! A few weeks ago I started getting texts from a random number. The texts were innocent enough at first; a simple 'good morning gorgeous', or maybe a heart eye emoji, harmless little texts.

I thought the person had the wrong number, but when I told them so they just ignored me and continued to send the texts. I thought it was odd, but I didn't see any harm in it at first so I just let it continue.

However, it didn't take long for things to take a weird, creepy, turn. The first time I got a 'you look beautiful today, I love it when you wear (fav color).' I blocked that sucker so fast I got whiplash.

I ain't about that life. Nuh uh. No way. No thank you. Not today satan.

I thought things would go back to normal after that, but only a few short hours after blocking 'em I got another text from a random number.

'That wasn't very nice doll, I only wanted to talk.'

I bit my lip, pulling it back and forth between my teeth, mulling over what I should do. Was this the same creep I just blocked? It sounds like it based on the text he just sent. I puffed out my cheeks in frustration, why can't this creep just take a hint and leave me be? Hesitantly, I replied.

'Look dude, sorry but I think you have the wrong number. Please stop texting me.'

I quickly pressed send and shut my phone off, tossing it to the bottom of the bed. I felt sick as I waited for a reply. When my phone lit up with a ding I felt my heart stop. I grabbed my phone and unlocked it as fast as I could, my (color) eyes quickly scanning over the new text before they narrowed.

'No I don't. I know exactly who I'm talking to, and I don't plan on stopping anytime soon. So you're gonna hafta deal with it doll face. ;)'

Okay, now I'm annoyed. I angrily slammed my fingers on the keys, muttering under my breath as I typed a reply to this wack job.

'Listen pal, I highly doubt you know who you're talking to, cause if you did you'd think twice before messing with me. Secondly, you better freaking stop messing with me. I don't wanna hear from you again. And NEVER call me doll. Ever. Capeesh?'

I pressed send as a smirk made it's way to my face, that message may have gone a bit overboard, but I take pride in the fact that I'm a no nonsense girl that doesn't take crap from anyone.

I don't let anyone push me around; especially some nameless creep that thinks he can have a laugh at my expense. I plopped back onto my bed, satisfied and certain that this weirdo wouldn't contact ne anymore.

I remained in my lazy position for a few more minutes, trying in vain to convince myself to get up and do something productive, when my stomach growled demanding nourishment. I sighed as I stood up, a noise that sounded a lot like a constipated, old cow, trying to bench press 500lbs, leaving my mouth.

I raised my arms high above my head, my shirt lifting with them to show off my belly button. My body made noises like rice crispys as I attempted to get rid of all the knots in my body laying in bed all day creates.

Soon after my little overdramatic display I start heading to the door, a spring in my step as I start thinking about what I'm gonna eat. I was so focused on food I almost didn't notice when my phone lit up with a ding yet again.