Dark! America x Insane! Country! Reader

Dark! America x Insane! Country! Reader: Milk and Cookies (songfic)

Theme #4: Wrath

Warnings: Mild violence, language

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You can't take it anymore.

That sick sadistic bastard that made your loathe yourself and made your life miserable. Who is that sick bastard? Alfred F. Jones, the personification of the United States of America.

You are the personification of (country), your country is full of resources and the big nations want you, tried to invade you but you will always succeed. Except for one fateful day, you had a war with Alfred. In the end, Alfred won and decided to take your resources and forced you to make you his servant in his house.

1, 2, melatonin is coming for you
3, 4, baby, won't you lock the door?
5, 6, I'm done with this
7, 8, it's getting late, so close your eyes, sleep for days

"Yo, dudette!"

You turned around and saw Alfred, to be honest, that guy removed your sanity. Instead of greeting him, you just ignored him and continuously washed the dishes.

"Hey, (c/n). I'm talking to you!"

"Did Mr. America lost his patience now?" You asked in a blunt, sarcastic voice. Alfred growled and punched you in the back strongly, making your cheekbone bump into the metal counter. As you landed on the floor, your whole body is aching and you earned a bruise on your right cheekbone.

Alfred smirked at your figure, "Are you planning a revolution against me, (c/n)?" He asked, you didn't answer his taunting question. "If you're planning a revolution as early as now, forget it!" He shouted, and left the kitchen. You stood up and dusted your maid uniform and continued to wash the dishes.

Hush, little baby, drink your spoiled milk
I'm f*cking crazy, need my prescription fill
Do you like my cookies? They're made just for you
A little bit of sugar, but lots of poison too

'Oh, so you think I'm a worthless piece of sh*t, you fatass?' You thought darkly as you washed the plates. You smirked darkly when you saw the cookie batter and some sleeping pills.

Ashes, ashes, time to go down
Ooh, honey do you want me now?
Can't take it anymore, need to put you to bed
Sing you a lullaby where you die at the end

-----Baking cookies~--------

It is 3:00 pm and it is your rest break until your shift in 4:00. While drawing some crazy and dark scribbles in your notebook because of your insanity. A piece of paper slipped at your door. You stood up and curiously opened the letter, it was from America. You gritted your teeth in anger as you opened the letter.

Hey, (c/n). I'm so sorry on what I did to you earlier*, I lost my cool. Can we be buddies again and forgot what happened, please??? I promise I won't do that to you again!

*It applies whether you follow my orders and be a good puppy~ You can't plan a revolution against me, babe

You screamed loudly that you broke your lampshade near your bed, you also crumpled the piece of paper and tore it. You're sick of this, oh, how you want to see that American scream in pain while you are laughing sadistically. You rummaged through your bag and saw your dagger that you have kept near the piles of clothes in your bag. You smiled sadistically while looking at it.

9, 10, never want to see you again
11, 12, I pull off black so well
Sh*t behind the curtain that I'm sick of sugarcoatin'
Next time you're alone, think fast when you grab the phone

"Getting real tired of your sh*tty sugarcoating, America..." You muttered darkly as you hid your dagger in your maid dress, you decided to the plan, the plan that would end America once and for all.

Ashes, ashes, time to go down
Ooh, honey do you want me now?
Can't take it anymore, need to put you to bed
Sing you a lullaby where you die at the end

----------Timeskip~----------

You walked towards America's room with a glass of milk and a plate of cookies, with melatonin[1] on the milk. You planned that you will kill America while sleeping because of the melatonin in the milk. As you entered, America is looking at some confidential plans and some profiles.

"Oh, (c/n). Decided to apologize what happened earlier?" He questioned, a sadistic smirk forming on his face. You kept on a poker face and strolled towards his desk.

"I just served your snack, Mr. America. Hope you like it." You bowed and left the room. A creepy grin plastering your face.

'I think it's time that you know that I'm not innocent, b*tch...'

-------------America eating cookies adorably timeskip~-------------------

It's already nighttime and you peeked at Alfred's room, sleeping because of the milk. You snuck in, hiding your dagger at your back, it's revenge time~

You crawled up on Alfred's table, not minding the milk or the cookies, you looked at his face. That innocent face, which is not really innocent, because in reality, he is callous and manipulative just to get his projects done, you took out your dagger and put it above his stomach. You looked at your surroundings, making sure there are no witnesses. Once there are no people around, you stabbed Alfred in the stomach.

Alfred opened his eyes and felt his stomach, which is overflowing with blood. He looked at you at an expression full of anger and surprise as you were about to exit the room.

"What the f*ck, (c/n)?! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? DO YOU THINK THAT YOU COULD GET ME AWAY LIKE THAT?! GET ME SOME BANDAGES RIGHT NOW!" He shouted at you, you turned around and smirk. Your (e/c) hues turning into a blood red.

"Oh, Alfred, I want to but...you've been a naughty boy~ Sweet dreams, Alfie~" You taunted while laughing madly, your hands full of blood.

Ashes, ashes, time to go down
Ooh, honey do you want me now?
Can't take it anymore, need to put you to bed
Sing you a lullaby where you die at the end