Five Times America Broke Hearts, and the One Time His Heart was Broken
Title: Five Times America Broke Hearts, and the One Time His Heart was Broken
Author: Abyss
Claim: America
Character(s): dark/player!America, England, Russia, Italy, Germany, Lithuania, Japan, Canada, China, mentioned Prussia; Russia/Japan, America->Japan, America/England, America/Italy, America/Lithuania, America/Canada, America/China, implied Germany/Prussia
Table/Prompt: Angst/Dark
Word Count: 1000
Rating: PG
Summary: He loved this game he created. He wouldn't back down; not at all.
Notes: Based off the "Five Times He _________, and the One Time He ____________" (or something to that format.) Also based off the song, Spice! by Len Kagamine.
The first person he tricked was a small, timid person. He seemed to fear things that didn’t exist, but he was with that bastard Ivan, so he understood this person’s paranoia. He had felt great, being with him, but he didn’t love the man, not like the Lithuanian did. He wasn’t all too shocked to hear a love confession, and said that he loved him back, even if he didn’t feel it. He kept up the false pretense until it was too much. A month later, he broke things off-he decided it was time to move onto someone else.
The second person that fell in love with him was an arrogant, almost confusing, British man. He had to admire the Brit for being able to deny even liking him when it was obvious that he was in love with him, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he allowed the Brit to slowly open up to him, and accepted his confession without batting an eye. He replied that he felt the same way, but he knew that was a lie. As soon as the Brit turned into someone different, he left him without feeling guilty. Time for the next person.
Third was a person he never expected-it was his long-time friend, Matthew Williams. He loved Matthew like a brother, honestly, but he couldn’t accept his request. However, he wasn’t cruel like that, and decided to stay with the Canadian, just to see how it would end. It ended horribly, as he had expected before the whole relationship began. He felt guilty, for once, for using his friend, and quickly ended it. Of course, the Canadian hadn’t understood, and quickly broke off the friendship. He could only sigh, and set his sights on the next “victim”-he looked interesting enough.
He chose the fourth person, grinning with his victory. Of course, it hadn’t been easy to seduce him, but he was glad to get Yao to confess his newfound feelings for him. He was a bit scared of what could happen if Yao ever figured out why he chose him-even if he didn’t like Ivan, he had to admit that the Russian could beat him in a fight easily-but decided that it was a part of the thrill. He first noticed Kiku that way, but paid more attention to Yao, his latest conquest. It didn’t last for long.
His last victim was a close friend of Kiku’s. His name was Feliciano Vargas, and this might have been his mistake. He had to admit that he wasn’t being all that fair, considering the Italian’s nature, but he had a sadistic need to see him cry. He wanted to see Feli cry when he broke up with him. Of course, he wouldn’t do it in front of Kiku-he was planning on making him the next victim-but instead did it in the privacy of Feli’s house. Instead of tears, he got a reprimanding look, and was warned for karma.
When he first met Kiku at Yao’s house, he hadn’t thought much about him. He was average, he was okay, but he liked women much more than him. In fact, he wasn’t gay-he was just having too much fun playing with his newest conquest. There wasn’t much that attracted his attention-his dull, brown eyes and pure black hair were the norm in this part of America. The thoughts that swirled his mind were more Yao-centric, so he hadn’t thought much about the quiet brother. In fact, he often avoided Kiku just to avoid getting too close to him.
There was an air of assurance, almost unnoticeable, when he met Kiku yet again with Feliciano. Ludwig was spending time with Gilbert-even though they were both German, they weren’t related which was weird considering their school-and probably taking the next step in their relationship, so he wasn’t here to protect Feliciano. He had just gotten with Feliciano, and was happy for a little while. Later, when he broke up with the Italian, he said something about karma, and he hadn’t believed his ears-Feli wasn’t heartbroken. He warned him about his ways; he shouldn’t play people like that.
He hadn’t realized that maybe, maybe he should’ve listened to Feliciano. He was first jealous of Elizaveta, who spent a lot of time with Kiku, but then realized that they were bonding over their love for “yaoi”. He hadn’t even realized that he had fallen in love until Ludwig pointed it out to him, in an almost mocking tone-he assumed the German heard about his break-up with Feliciano, and hated him because of that. He hadn’t realized that the German was telling him that he knew Feli didn’t love him, that he just wanted to teach him a lesson.
He was horrified to find out he fell in love with Kiku. He loved girls, was still attracted to them, so he knew he was bisexual at worst. He could imagine running his hands over their ass, their breast, and he loved the thought of being with them. He wanted to share his bed with them, make them feel “loved”, and he relished the thought of it. With Kiku, however, it didn’t matter-he loved a guy, and he was uncomfortable with that thought. The worst thing was that he knew the Japanese male had an unknown power over him.
He should’ve known this would happen-in a way, a sick, twisted way, it was retribution for his games. He watched the person he loved go off and have that Hollywood romance with someone else. He was a bit confused as to how Kiku managed to slip from his grasp, a hold that he prided himself on, but he knew that he lost this game. He lost Kiku to someone he never liked-Ivan Braginski. He lost the game that they played, and now had to watch the happy couple. The worst came when he heard Kiku called him “Alfred-kun.”