Our Conspiracy (Dark!America x Country!Reader) #2

T for language

"Rule the world with me (c/n), what do you say?" America offered and loosened his grip on my wrists. America leaned forward to my ear and whispered, "We can be powerful together"

Rule the world, with him? I was beyond shocked with what America just said. Here, my enemy pinning me down on the floor and now wants me to join forces with him to rule the world. He is a powerful nation, more powerful than me, more powerful than any other countries even Russia. Instead of destroying me, America wants to join me? Hundreds of years planning for this now ruined by the American getting a hold of my journal, but now has the same goal as me?

"So, how about it (c/n)?" America purred.

"Heck no!" I exclaimed and kicked America's stomach so hard that he cried. He already loosened his grip on my wrists so this was my opportunity to escape. No way am I joining with that two-faced idiot. I need to get out of here. America rolled over, clutching his stomach while I got up. I quickly grabbed my journal from the floor and ran towards the door. America was swearing at me while still in pain from the kick. Not only I'm a nation but a trained soldier too, so don't ever mess with me. As I got to the door I grabbed the doorknob, but it was locked.

"Ha-ha-ha" America laughed evilly as he stood up, still clutching his stomach "I know that you're trained, (c/n) that's why I had the doors locked by securities. It's just you and me," he panted.

"Bastard!" I screamed while trying to open the door. I'm trapped with him and I know he's coming to get me because I refused the offer. Before I lost all hope, I ran straight at the American and took out my knife blades from inside my blazer chest pockets and started lashing the blades towards the American. If he's planning to keep me here, I need to take him down here and now. I can't kill him because he's immortal, so I just need to wound him and make my escape. There's a window over there, so I'll jump and escape from the crazy American. I lashed at America, but somehow he managed to easily dodge my attacks. This was frustrating, I'm struggling with this yet he finds this easy and amusing. I need to wound him and escape. I have to win.

"You look like you're having a hard time, (c/n). Need help?" he said sarcastically.

"Shut up!" I yelled. I was getting a bit tired, but not too tired to give up. This was so difficult and he's dodging it so well. What happened next was that America took out his gun from his pocket and pointed it straight at me. My eyes widened.

"My turn," America smiled evilly and starts shooting at me, but I managed to avoid his bullets. I ran around the room trying to avoid the bullets which had already damaged the walls and tables. I even jumped and did backflips to avoid his fire. I was getting tired and I can't even get closer to him to make my attack.

"You're flexible (c/n), keep it up!" America taunted was having fun firing at me. I then realised, was he toying with me? I should've gotten at least shot somewhere by now as I know that the American was a skilled gunman. Is he purposely not trying to fire and trying to make me tired? Knowing this, I stopped and so did the gunman. I knew it.

"Why did you stop? I was having fun" he whined lowered his gun.

"Don't toy with me, America. Let me out!"

"I'm afraid I can't (c/n)" American grinned. This time, he had the fake America's smile. The obnoxious smile.

How dare he mess with me! I ran towards him, balled my fist aiming it to his face. I wanted to punch him so bad. I don't want the bastard to trample all over me. For four hundred years, I've been planning this mission. I can't give up, I've worked hard for my people and even being part of the Great 8. I need to take down everybody and America to achieve it. I hate America! I hate him!

Before I could even strike his face, I didn't see America's fist that came so fast punched my stomach. His punch was hard. It was so hard it hurts. No, it was painful. I had a painful look before falling and limped at the American's arms. I was slowly losing consciousness. That bastard, I thought. I can hear America saying something to me soothingly. I was drifting slowly into the darkness, even the floor looked blurry. The last thing I heard was the meeting doors opening and someone's footstep was heard and was talking to America.

I slowly opened my eyes. My head hurts, but my stomach was in pain. Thoughts of what happened to me before regaining consciousness ran through my head. Lost journal, America had it, America's twisted, rule the world, I said no, attack America, punched by…It was all clear. My stomach hurt more than ever so I ran both my hands on top of my stomach. I stopped.

I didn't realise till now that I was somewhere other than the meeting room. Instead, I was in a bedroom and I was lying on a bed. It was a big grand bedroom and I was lying on a king's size bed. I instantly got up and looked around my surroundings. Whose bedroom is this? Where am I? Why am I'm here? Why am I…I looked down and could not believe what I was wearing. Night camisoles.

"What the hell?!" I shrieked and I was shocked in what I was wearing. Night camisoles. White lacy camisoles with like the shortest pants ever! Why the hell am I wearing these? I remember wearing my formal attire for the meeting yesterday…wait, was it even yesterday? How long was I out for? While thinking, I didn't realise that someone has entered the room.

"Good morning, (c/n). How was your sleep?" someone greeted gently and it was America. This was all his doing. I got kidnapped by this bastard, my stomachs in pain and I have no idea where he brought me. I gave an angry look before jumping at him.

"You bastard!" I snapped and jumped at him trying to attack, but somehow he easily caught me and placed me on his shoulder and carried me to bed. "Let me go!" I screamed and hit his back, but he didn't let go. America then dropped me on the bed.

"Tut-tut-tut" America shook his finger at me. "Only bad girls are violent in the morning, (c/n)" he teased and sat down on the bed and smiled at me. It was creeping me out. "Now answer my question, how was your sleep?" this time he had a slight demanding tone in his voice. Better answer than sorry.

"Fine, but my stomach hurts. It's all your fault" I muttered and crossed my arms and looked away. At this, America chuckled.

"That's what I want to hear," he said cheerfully and then paused for a moment, "You're so cute (c/n)" America purred came closer to me. "And sexy too" he added. I realised that he was referring to what I was wearing now. I blushed at his statement. I pulled forward the blanket beside me to cover myself.

"No point in covering yourself (c/n). I knew the white camisole I picked out for you suited you. You look great" America motioned and winked at me and I was both embarrassed and disgusted.

"S-shut up!" I grumbled and looked down. Pervert. Did he pick out the camisole for me? Why? What game is he trying to play? Last night he showed his true America side, and so did I. My world domination plans was in order, but due to my stupid carelessness, I lost my journal. And who obtained it? America. It turns out his plans were the same as mine and offered a proposition to rule together. I refused, we fought, and I lost consciousness and ended up being kidnapped. Wait, why didn't he ended me there because I refused his offer? Why kidnap me instead. I decided to ask the bastard the question.

"Why didn't you just end me there? You know I refused your offer, so why kidnap me instead? I pondered. America looked up and laugh. What was so funny? Why was he laughing? "Hey, what's so funny?" I was getting angry and America stopped.

"I need you (c/n). I know that you'll refuse me at first, but I won't stop until I can change your mind" he stood up.

"Change my mind? Ha! Not going to happen" I spat. Suddenly, I was pushed down on the bed with the American sitting on top of me, "H-hey, what are you doing?"

"I have to change your mind. I need you (c/n)" America repeated and his face came closer and I was a little shaken. This was like last night. The American smirked and I couldn't help but stare into those blue cold eyes. This was the real America. Why was he pretending? Why hide his true self? Questions were running in my head, so many questions I wanted to ask. Is this why he's a superpower? Using his true demeanour at work, but wears a mask in meetings. He's been scheming from the start and no one noticed, not even me. "(c/n)? You've gone quiet" America wondered. There were so many questions. But one question, left me wondering from the start.

"Why now? Why want to rule when you could've done it before? You're a superpower and you can do anything. You're powerful aren't you?" I had a curious look on my face and I was waiting for a respond.

"It's because I was still missing something. And that missing piece is you (c/n)" America responded. He didn't have his usual smile or twisted face, instead, they were serious. Hearing his respond, I was shocked.

"M-me?" I was confused. America needs me? "Why?" I asked

"That book is the key (c/n), your ideas and plans. They were well thought out and planned and were exceptional. It shows the true skill of a tactician, a well experienced professional. Even I didn't even thought of them before, even during the world wars. You're observant and can capture everyone's ways of doing things, it's like they're your puppets and you know them more than they know themselves. That's why your military is exceptional. With a mind like that, you have the advantage. You're a hard worker (c/n) despite being a young country" America finished.

When he finished, I went silent. No one has complimented me in that way before, let alone a plan that's been kept hidden for a long time. Deep down, I was feeling happy. Just by reading the journal, the American knows my hidden skills and can evaluate it. He now knows something that the rest of the world didn't and I was happy. Happy? For who? For me or for the bastard's compliment? Even my boss doesn't know my plans let alone my country or friends. "Of course, I wouldn't want to take over the world if I don't possess any of the skills." I didn't want to say thank you, not to him.

"That's why I need you, what do you say?" he ran his hand on my cheeks and down my neck. He leaned down and kissed my neck. I cringed and looked away.

"S-stop it" I shivered from his kisses and I placed both of my hands on his chest trying to push him off from me, but he was too strong. America then went up to my ear.

"Rule the world with me (c/n)" he whispered, "You hate the others as much as I hate them…we can be powerful together. Those idiots won't know what's coming at them, what do you say? Rule with me…be my queen"

Moments after that, there was a knock on the door. America brought his face away from me and looked at the door "Who is it?"

"O-oh, it's you, sir. I didn't know that you were in Miss (c/n)'s bedroom. I'll come back later" It was the butler.

"No!" I yelled and pushed the American off the bed. "Yes, w-what is it?"

"Breakfast is ready downstairs, Miss."

I got up and went straight to the door, but America grabbed my hand. "Hey, let go!"

"You can't go downstairs looking like that, (c/n)" America gave me a weird look. I realised that I was still wearing the white camisole he gave me.

"W-well, get me something to cover myself then! "America went to the bedroom wardrobe and took out a silk night kimono. He walked towards me. "Thank-"

"Ah-ah-ah, let me put it on for you." the American said teasingly and went behind me and told me to put my arms out so he can put on the kimono. I feel covered now, better.

"We'll talk about world domination later. Let's get breakfast," said America and he walked to the bedroom doors and I went after him, "(c/n) I want you to do something with me today."

"What is it?"

"Do you like hunting?"