Broken **America X Male!Reader Chapt. 2**

Warning:
This is Yaoi( BoyXBoy) If you don't like it, please don't read it. If you do decide to read it, don't leave a comment bashing my story.
Human names used!
Caution: Short chapter. And the next one will be a Lemon!
Couple variation: There is 2p!AmeriCan, and a little bit of Prussia X Male!Reader. Please don't hate me for writing this! Thank you again and happy reading!



Days later, (Y/n) and Gilbert are having a serious conversation at the Bad Touch Trio’s table in the middle of the cafeteria.

“No buts!” The (h/c)ette glares at Gilbert, causing Francis to smirk and Antonio to frown.

“Aww…. Please (Y/n)! I’ve changed!”

“Si…. He has… he hasn’t clubbed with us in weeks…” Antonio says, hoping to get (Y/n) to give in and go out with Gilbert. He needed the money he had bet a certain Frenchman. The bet? Whether or not Gilbert could get (Y/n) to go out with him by the end of the lunch period, which was steadily drawing to a close.

“Ja! I’ve been hanging out with you!”

“But…. you did kiss that girl a few days ago,” The blonde Frenchman says with a smirk.

Antonio glares at his friend, feeling annoyance run through his Spanish veins, gah! Francis wasn’t going to make this easy for him!

“But you dared him to Francis!”

(Y/n) shakes his head, “No. Non. Nein. No. Nyet. Nie.”

“You said no twice…”

“One was in Spanish and the other was in English. Get with the times Gilbert….. Besides…. I’m not single anymore.” (Y/n) says with a smile.

“Oh really?” Francis smirked at Antonio, holding out his hand.

“Yeah but she’s a slut so I’m going to go break up with her.” He says then scoffs under his breath, “Ha. Sex on the first date? Really? Who does she think I…….” The (H/c) male trails off as Gilbert stands up and pushes him against the wall.

(Y/n) flushes, his cheeks turning red, “G-gil…. What are you-” He was cut off by Gilbert kissing him softly.

It was Antonio’s turn to smirk and Francis stares, wide eyed, “Non….. (Y/n)! Gilbo has herpes!”

“Because you gave it to him!”

“I did not, you stupid spaniard!”

“Fusosososo!” Antonio laughs, “I know that. I also know that he doesn’t have the herps…..” Antonio blushes lightly.

“Ohonhonhonhon….. Really? How is that?”

“W-well….”

BRRIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG

Antonio grins as the bell rings, mentally thanking God for perfect timing, “Where’s my money….? He wouldn’t be doing that-” He points to Gilbert and (Y/n) making out,”If they weren’t dating.”

Francis scowls, flipping his shoulder length hair and pulling out his wallet.


Normal POV


(Y/n) let Gilbert’s tongue dominate his mouth, sinking his into incoherent thoughts about it not being Gilbert. About it being a certain blonde haired American.

He let out a soft groan as “Alfred” was ripped away from him and someone started yelling.

“Verdammt!! Gott that hurt you son of a bitch!” (Y/n) opened his (E/C) eyes and stared. Alfred was standing in between Gilbert and (Y/n) and (Y/n) could just barely see Gilbert holding his already bruising cheek.

“A-Alfred…. W-what are you…? W-why are you…?”

Alfred turned, his eyes turning from hate to guilt, “(Y-Y/n).... I’ll explain in a minute. I promise…” He gave the (Nationality) a soft smile before turning back to Gilbert, his face turning deadly with rage, “I know what you did Gilbert Beilschmidt.”

Gilbert stares at him, acting as if he was unfazed, “Ja. Und what would that be?”

Alfred smirks and chuckles darkly, making (Y/n) shiver in fear, “I know you set me up….. I know what you gave Ivan……” He smirks widens as he takes a step towards Gilbert, “And I know what I’m going to do to you.”

By now almost all of the school had surrounded the three boys, standing in a semicircle around them, whispering the word, “Fight.” Over and over again.

(Y/n) shivers in fear and steps between the two men who were about to fight to the death for him. Fat tears filled his eyes as he looks from the man of his dreams to his best friend, not knowing which was which any longer.

“(Y/n).... Get out of the way…”

“No!” The entire crowd grew silent as you let out a shaky breath, “I-i refuse to let the people I care about hurt each other…..” A tear rolls down his (S/c) cheek as he spoke.

“(Y/n).... Please don’t cry meine liebe…”

“Gilbert.” Alfred growls lowly, grabbing (Y/n)’s arm, tugging him closer, “He’s mine.”

“Nein. He’s mine.”

“Nyet. He’s mine.” Everyone looks, in shock to the tall Russian, “(Y/n) will become one with Mother Russia, da?”

“What the hell Ivan?!” The (Nationality) male snaps at him, glaring his hatred at him.

Ivan shrugs, “What….? Everyone else wants you… Why can’t I?”

(Y/n) blushes in anger, “THAT DOESN’T MEAN I WANT YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU AND YOUR UGLY ASS FUCKING FACE!”

Ivan stares in shock, no one had ever said anything like that to him….. What had he…. Oh yeah….

Violet melted into (E/c). Ivan then saw what he had done. (Y/n) was broken. He wasn’t the fun loving little nerd like he used to be. He was different. Changed. Destroyed. Ivan knew it was his fault, he knew he had broken the (Nationality).

“......... It was Gilbert who told me to do it………..” The Russian says as he turns away from the scene, walking to his class like he didn’t have a care in the world.

(Y/n) stares after him before turning his gaze on Gilbert, tears filling his eyes once again.

Gilbert stepped forward quickly, “Nein! (Y/n)... Meine liebe… don’t believe him! He’s a liar!”

Antonio then stepped forward, Francis at his side, “Gilbert…… don’t lie to him any longer….” Antonio’s face was hard, emotionless, and Francis’ face mirrored the Spaniard’s.

“Oui. Don’t ruin his life any more than you already have….”

“Oui. And if you do I’ll be the one kicking your ass, eh?”

“I love it when you talk like that Matt.”

“Shut up Allen. Now is not the time.” Matt blushed lightly, punching his boyfriend’s arm softly.

“Oh yeah….. And if you try to hurt him any more, I’ll shove my bat up your ass…” The redhaired American smirks devilishly.

The rest of the Jocks joined in, glaring at their ex-teammate.

Jett steps forward and slaps Gilbert on the back hard, causing the Prussian to almost fall forward, “And Mate….You’re kicked off the team… and you’re kicked out of athletics….”

“You can’t do that!”

“We can make your life so miserable that you’ll wish you could take back everything you have done with our dear (Y/n).” The Australian smirks at the albino.

“Aber….”

“Don’t you fucking start that shit Gilbert.” The (Nationality)’s (h/c) bangs fall into his eyes, hiding them from view. This was the cause of his pain. This was the sick twisted fuck that he had started to fall for, “You told me….. You told me that….” (Y/n) growls at him, his bangs being flipped out of the way and pure hatred shined in his (E/c) eyes, “I can’t believe you……”

Gilbert extends his hand to try to stop him but (Y/n)’s fist slams into the side of Gilbert’s face, causing the Albino to fall backwards on his ass. Blood dripped slightly from the corner of his mouth.

“Good one, (Y/n)..”

“Yeah! Good shot!” The jocks congratulate the boy who was like their little brother and surround Gilbert.

The handsome Australian quarterback, turns to look at the (h/c) haired man, “We’ll take it from here…. Don’t worry…. We’ll take….” He smirks devilishly, his fist colliding with his hand, “Good care of him for you mate…”

(Y/n) nods and turns away from him, smiling slightly. The Jocks take the kicking and screaming Albino away to somewhere more private.

The students stood there quiet for a moment when they heard Jett talking to the Albino from the bathrooms down the hall, “Now mate… You should know better than this…. You should know not to fuck with my family….” The Australian’s smirk was embedded in his accented voice, “Because when you pet the snake… You should expect to be bit….”

There was a muffled scream, then complete silence.

“(Y/n)....... I’m sorry….” A soft voice, that he instantly recognized as Alfred, says from beside him.

“For what?”

“N-not…. n-not telling you this before……”

“Telling me what?” He turned his head to look at Alfred, his (E/C) eyes bright.

(Y/n) gasps as their lips collided in a passionate kiss.

But, sadly, Alfred pulls away a little too quickly.
“That I love y-you……..”