2p!AmericaXReader Aftershock Part 6

And that was how, I, Alfred F. Jones, ended up standing in front of the BTT’s hangout (Ludwig’s house) holding a basket of cupcakes. It was like a fruit basket, but worse. I could, however, grin and bear it, seeing as how it was all for ______.

In response to my knocking, one of the large doors creaked open, and I heard a voice from inside say, “Pizza’s here!”

The door opened to a confused and disappointed albino. “Nevermind,” he sighed, “It’s just _______’s creepy boyfriend.”
I glared and none too graciously shoved the basket into his arms before inviting myself inside. Gilbert snorted. “Vhat is vith zese sissy cake things?”

“Don’t even ask. I’m here because I need the inside scoop on something.”

“The person to go to for zat vould be Felix.” Gilbert said.

I shook my head and lowered my voice a bit. “It’s about ________.”

A loud voice came from the living room. “What?! What about her?” Was that Elizaveta?

“Amigo, who is that?” Tony?

“What did you do this time, ami?” Francis. Well, it seemed the whole gang was here.

I sat down in the living room as Tony and Francis paused what ever video game they had been playing. “Well,” I started, “I was with her this evening for dinner, and she had a complete nervous breakdown.”

“What, and you’re still alive? Kuro didn’t kill you?”

“What on earth did you do?”

“Ahh, so that’s what the hand print on your face is from, kesesesese!”

Were just a few of the things that chorused back at me.

“Y-yeah, well, I was teasing her and got a little touchy. Just to get a reaction, but she completely freaked out. I wanna make things right, but I don’t know what’s wrong in the first place, so-” I muttered, rubbing the back of my head embarrassedly.

OOOOOF

All the wind was knocked out of me in a big whoosh as Lizzy smacked my in the stomach with a frying pan. Wh-where did she even pull that out of?!

“My-my…. Diaphragm…… Bitch.” I wheezed out as I doubled over in pain.  

Lizzy stood over me threateningly while Gil tried his best to calm her fury. “You bastard!” She snarled. “How could you do that to her! You know what she’s been through!”

I recovered, concerned and confused. “What do you mean what she’s been through? Did something happen to ________?”

Lizzy took a break from her rage and looked at me in shock. “She didn’t say anything about it?”

“About what?” I hissed.

“Nothing at all?” She asked again.

“I repeat, WHAT?”

She sighed and sat down, putting the pan underneath the couch. “I suppose I should have expected that. She’s so closed off from everybody else.”

I raised my eye brows in the universal ‘go on’ gesture. Everyone sat back with a cupcake as Elizaveta began your story.  


Your first couple months of dating went absolutely wonderfully. You had met this great guy named Lutz, and you had, what you thought, a healthy relationship blooming. He had his quirks but respected your space.

It didn’t last long.

Little things started to come up. He began to yell at you and push you around. His drinking became a problem too. But you stuck with him, thinking that things would get better, or that maybe this was just a phase in your relationship.

Things escalated from there. He started trying to control you and wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Of course, you had convinced yourself that you loved him, that things would get better, but then it happened. One day, when you had stood up to him, and confronted him on his behavior, he hit you across the face. Hard.

You fell on the ground and looked up at your boyfriend with tears in your eyes. He glared down at you and smirked. “Now, look vhat you made me do.” He hissed.  “And everyzing vas going so smoothly.” He lifted you up slightly by your hair, making you whimper. “See?” He asked. “Isn’t zis better, katzchen? You not thinking?  Doing vhat I tell you to?”

You nodded, and he released his grip. You collapsed on the tile, feeling floored by betrayal and humiliation. Lutz grabbed a beer and sat back down on the couch as if nothing had even happened.  



Al cut in at this point to protest angrily. “So he was beating on her and none of you did anything?”

“I’m not finished!” Lizzy snapped. Her voice trembled, and she seemed very emotional from just relaying what had happened. “We had no idea,” She growled before returning to her story.




You started to wear heavier, darker clothes to hide you bruises and cuts. Make up was normally smeared around your eyes to conceal any discoloration. It wasn’t long before Lizzy and your other friends began to notice something was wrong and pester you about it. You always shook them off, afraid that Lutz would punish you if you said anything. Finally, Lizzy took matters into her own hands and told Kuro what she thought was going on.

Kuro immediately went to Lutz’ house where you were at the time and kicked in the door to find something that completely made him loose it. There you were, cowering under Lutz as he hit you and took his anger out on you. Red handprints covered the floor and counter behind you.

In a split second, Kuro lunged for Lutz, nearly knocking the larger man over. Kuro slashed at his face with a katana before grapping Lutz by his hair and slamming his knee into his ribcage. Lutz punched your brother in the gut and took that chance to make a run for it.

Kuro would have gone after him, but his first priority was you. He lifted up your unconscious form and took you to the nearest hospital where you awoke to the worried faces of family and friends.

While you were currently safe from the abusive man, his treatment had left serious psychological scars. You had trouble trusting people and didn’t ever let yourself get close to another man. Until Alfred, that is.



I looked at Elizaveta with wide eyes. I stood quickly and paced through the solemn atmosphere of the room. I ran a shaky hand through my hair and exhaled, trying to contain my anger. “And no one knows where he is, now?”

Francis shrugged. “He must ‘ave skipped town. If anyone did know, zhen he would ‘ave been found wiz a sword through his ribs.”

“I have to go find her.” I said, and quickly made my way out the door to ________’s home.


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You stared at your reflection in the mirror, encouraging yourself to just find Al and get the whole explaining thing over with. “Okay.” You said. “I can do this.”

You started to walk to Al’s house, taking a short cut through the park that separated your neighborhoods. As you walked on wrapped in your thoughts, you almost didn’t notice the figure staring down at you. He was tall and his powerful shoulders were framed in moonlight.

“Hallo… Katzchen.”