Stop following me. (second spinoff of never leave you alone)

chapter twenty one

The green eyed teen girl was talking a mile a minute, she seemed really happy to see the Scandinavian.
"So, how have you been? Is there any thing you like to do? Oh! Are you hungry at all?", the teen did not shut up.
(Y/n) gave her a bored glare, "am I talking too much?"
The silver haired girl nodded.
"Shoot, bad habit I guess.", the teen sighed, "I'm Kimberly."
The albino female gave her a serious look, "I should care why?"
Kimberly gave out a groaning whine, "I am your best friend! We played together when Alfie brought you to Dad's work!"

"I don't know you.", (y/n) said and Kimberly dropped her head on the table.
"Think! We were best friends!", the brunette teen girl exclaimed, "Mom! Can you get the picture?!"
The older woman got a picture and handed it to (y/n).
It was a picture of two little girls, one with silver hair and one with brunette hair.
The silver haired girl looked like (y/n), right down to the little spikes sticking up.
The brunette child looked like Kimberly.
Kimberly was eager to have her old friend remember her.
The silver haired female placed the picture down, I don't remember this.
Kimberly dropped her head on the table again and let out a noise of frustration.

A knock on the door gave way to the father opening the door, "Good evening Alfred."
"Hey dude.", America said and walked in, "(y/n), there you are. You gave Luxembourg a fright."
The silver haired female hissed at america, he only laughed in return.
"We're trying to protect you. You're making it hard.", the blond man spoke.
"That is the exact same thing Magnus would say.", The Scandinavian snapped back.
"Calm down (y/n), it's okay. You've been good for six months with Luxembourg what happened?", America asked.

The silver haired female turned her back on the blond American, "ask him."
"He doesn't know what made you leave.", The American said, "talk to me."
"He knows exactly what he did.", The silver haired female hissed and slapped the American's hand away from her shoulder.
Kimberly tapped America, "I don't think she wants to talk about that."
Kimberly's mother had left to give her daughter and America space to talk to the albino, her father was watching the whole thing. He held a finger up to the earpiece he had on.
The greying man stepped up, "sir, the baltics. The hitmen, they are enclosing."
"Dammit.", America growled and pulled his gun out, "keep inside, all of you."

The blond man ran outside and Kimberly's father shut the door behind him before pulling the girls away from the windows.
"What is happening?", (y/n) asked.
"Someone put a hit out on america, now these guys are coming after him.", The teenaged American replied, "and their Russian boss."
The silver haired Scandinavian knew she could not let this family get hurt, "unhand me now."
The female ripped her hand from the father and ran from the safe area to her old room, her dress was nice but she needed to be able to fight.
Pain was nothing to her. So she did not care how much skin was shown.
Sexy supervillain outfit it was then.

The silver haired Scandinavian summoned the outfit from where she last stored it and did a quick clothes swap, the leggings and boots fit nicely and were light.
the chains wrapped around her and did not impede mobility, a skirt that looked like the Danish flag appeared on it.
Can't be too picky now, (y/n) took her stave and climbed onto the roof from her window.
The female surveyed the area to find the attackers and America, she saw the attackers enclosing on America.

(Y/n) jumped from the roof onto the nearest one, a male with black hair.
He fell under her impact and hit the cement with a dull thud, his skull splattered open.
His smaller friend heard the impact and turned to be met with a heel to the face, the small man went flying.
America saw the female hit the small Latvian, but he was dealing with the Russian at the moment.
It was all he could do to keep from being hit by that shovel, Viktor was relentless In his attack.
The Russian got a hit on the American, the blond man was quick to recover from it.
"You will die, da?", The Russian asked.
"Not today.", America answered and shot the Russian man.