deal: Yandere America x Country Reader x Germany

Part 10: Welcome Home

I madly blushed at the sight and turned away from him. America let out another laugh, knowing that he was the cause of my sudden change in behavior and decided to tease me. "What's the matter, (Y/N)? Don't you like what you see~?"

I didn't speak, I just kept staring in a different direction. Clearly not liking that my attention was not focused on him, he walked up and crouched in front of me. Stretching out his arms to me he said,"Aww come on~, I'll take you anywhere you want to go."

"Home would be nice," I stated bluntly while still not looking at him.

He let out another laugh. " But you are home baby." America countered. He reached out his hand I to stroke my cheek, to which I was quick to slap away.

"No I'm not, America and you know that. My home is back in Germany with Ludwig." America's demeanor turned dark when I said that.

"Alfred." Was all he said. I was confused, he saw that and continued, "Don't call me America, I'm your husband. Call me either Alfred, honey or any other cute nickname you come up with."

"No, your not my husband, America. Ludwig is." I spit out, turning away from him once more. All I wanted to do was to go home.

America let out a sigh, before picking me up bridal style in his arms. "Come on baby, I bet you're just not fully awake yet after sleeping so long. Or maybe you're still tired. We can take a nap together after we get some food in you, okay baby? ." Without waiting for me to answer he made his way out of the bedroom and into the long hallway.

I was embarrassed to be in America's arms like this and my face was getting warm again. "H-hey! Don't carry me like this! I'm perfectly able to walk on my own, you know!"

He laughed, his frustrated demeanor was now a thing of the past. "You can't walk yet. Remember, your legs aren't awake yet, definitely not enough to got down these stairs by yourself."

I turned my attention from him to that he was right. We were at the top of a large staircase. I had nothing to say to him about my current situation. He was right, and I hated it. America began to make his way down the stairs and I involuntarily clung to him, burying my face into his chest in fear of him dropping me.

he broke out in another laugh. "Awe, don't worry baby. I'd never drop you, but you can keep clinging to me all you like~." He purred the last part and I couldn't help but shiver a bit at it.

When I could feel that we were at the bottom of the stairs so I turned myself away from his chest. I couldn't help but be amazed at the sight of the house we were walking through. 

The hall we were in were beautifully decorated with my favorite flowers, (F/F) in a fancy vase to match that rested on a stand of it's own. The hall was lined with framed photos of America with me and a few other people. It's been so long I forgot when they were even taken, seeing that the photos were in black and white and how young we were in the photos, I could tell they were old. The floors were white marble with gold trim that ran between each individual square. With a black rug that ran down the middle of the hall.

When we made it though the hall I was able to take in the dining room. I know I've been internally screaming at the thought that I like my prison house, but I can't help but marvel at the beauty of the house.

The dinning room had one wall completely made of one large window that over look a garden that was just out side, but too dark out to be able to see what was growing in the garden. The dining room table was big enough the fit white six chairs, three on each side but no chairs on the ends of the black and white marble table. A circular chandelier was able to dangle above the table that had many tiny lights to light us the room.