2p! America x Child! Reader
You held your eyes shut when the gun fired expecting death. But…the bullet never came. You slowly looked at the blonde but he was looking elsewhere his gun in the air being held by something you looked at the cause and it was a man with dark brown hair with red streaking it, tan skin, and he was wearing red shades over his eyes, a dark brown leather jacket with a chaos symbol on the left chest, a plane on the left upper arm, holding a nailed bat on his shoulder, and he wore ripped dark jeans, and converse.
(idk if he wears military boots)
He had a smirk on his face flashing a broken tooth.
"Killing kids are we? That's a little low even for u." he said cooly.
Lutz glared daggers at him ripping his wrist from his grip. "Vat are you doing here?" he growled venom dripping from his words. The man shrugged, "I was bored and thought i could get a fight out of you but i dunno since killing kids is your thing now."
"And vat's vrong vith zat?"
"Oh, nothing just that you turned soft."
"Soft?! Soft?! Im not soft!" he growled pointing the gun at him.
The man just smiled cooly like this happened to him everyday. "Pfft…"
He sais moving the gun from his face. "Why dont you get a real weapon like this for example."
He said holding his bat up and swung at him in the ribs faster then you could blink. Lutz crumpled over holding his bleeding ribs wheezing but tried to get up. Italy chucked a knife near his head which the man dodged by a centimeter. "You too huh? Alright…"
He said smirking as he charged at him swinging and missing as Italy was tearing him up, literally. He had cuts on his already ripped jeans and his face when he finally left a strike on him between his knee cap breaking it. He yelled out in pain as he chucked another knife hitting his forearm. The man winced and kicked Italy in the head knocking him out. He turned to the blackette, "Better put the kid down before things get bad."
The blackette glared at him and dropped you, which you ran for a hiding spot behind a ruined couch. You didn't want to see anything else of them, being scared you shut your eyes tight and curled into a ball covering your ears not wanting to listen either.
While i was beating the shit out of Japan i didn't really notice where the kid went. And for some odd reason i cant ignore a feeling like we met before…i shook it off dropped the unconsious form of Japan and went over where the girl went. She was crying in what looked like a fetal position, i raised an eyebrow curious and picked her up by her shirt looking at her. "Dont kill me please?! I didn't mean to come in here!" she sobbed for dear life as she held her hands out in a prayer way…
'hmmm…if i did run into her i would've remembered this whining mess' i thought as she was still crying. I sighed and held her close trying to make her stop crying, remember i said tried. I put my bat on my right shoulder and her on my left in the crook of my arm and walked for home.
———le time skip———
'The kid finally went to sleep what a relief.' he thought as he came up the steps to his house. He walked in shut the door and put his bat away in his closet. He held the girl out infront of him as he looked her sleeping form over 'Where have i seen you before?' he thought to himself. 'Hmmmm…' he thought and you whimpered in your sleep trying to hold something he put you on the couch with a pillow and a blanket and was trying to remember hard where he has seen you before. He shook the feeling and went upstairs.