My Obedient (Dark!America x Country!Reader)Pt22.3:

You couldn't believe it, it has almost been a month and America STILL hasn't caught you! There were times where it was close, and you almost got spotted by the guards and police wandering around. You figured that if you kept on moving and stayed hidden with the bustling crowd of New Yorkers, then there was less of a chance of you being spotted. You could only go during rush hours, though, otherwise it was too much of a risk, what being with all the camera's littering the city.
    Your living conditions were quite shit, but at least you weren't out on the street. You saw some of the homeless, and the nights were freezing now, you could only watch by in sympathy as you trotted along the footpath.
    At the moment, however, it was a rare, sunny day, despite Winter just beginning. You had decided to go out while your anxiety wasn't as strong, spending some of your money on a drink and sandwich at a cafe down the street. There were hanging, flower pots, some were wilting but others stood strong. You knew staying there was a bad idea so you just got everything to go.
    As you walked out of the door and back down the street, you almost bumped into someone on their phone. Both of you apologising and looking up, "Oh I'm Sor-"
    Your eyes widened, as did hers. She muttered breathy, "(Y/n)?"
    Your body froze at the sight of Amelia. She wore jeans and a light jacket, the top zipped down to show her patriotic bra and plump breasts. Her hair was in its usual state and her big, blue eyes shone with stupor. You went to step back when she suddenly came to and grabbed your arm. You tried to pull away, saying worriedly, "No... Let me go!"
    "Everyone is looking for you. We were so worried!" She said, trying to pull you away.
    You were freaking out, dropping your bag of sandwich and snacks, still trying to move out of her strong-hold.
    She kept gushing about how everyone had been on edge lately because they were scared something happened to you, "I can't believe how random this is, it must be fate! Oh, and Alfred," You froze at the name, "He has been worrying sick. Wow, (Y/n), you look like you're about to burst -! Ah!"
    You squeezed your drink and threw it at her, the contents spilling over her face and torso. She released her grip just enough for you to kick her shin and make a run for it.
     She bent down to grab her throbbing flesh, reaching out to you, "(Y/n), waaiit!"
    You kept running, not daring to look back. Oh Gods! This was hard with a pregnant belly. Your back was aching and your stomach  prevented you from doing many normal things already so running was definitely out of the question. Your breath was lost fast and you knew you couldn't outrun her or anyone that so happened to decide to get in on this game of chase. You had to hide.
    "(YYYYYYYY/NNNNNNN)," You heard Amelia's voice in the background.
    "Miss (C/n)!" You heard guards, even closer and ahead of you.
    You tried bolting the other way, trying to find an escape. You ran down an alley, even though you knew it would most likely be a bad idea, you literally had no other choice. Coming to a court of back shop entrances, you pulled down a ladder and climbed to a surface on the second floor. You then pulled it up and out of its hinges, setting it on the surface. From there on, there were stairs. You kept climbing until you reached the roof. As you jumped from one close roof to another, you were suddenly overtaken by a helicopter. Stopping, you had to catch your breath, you felt tired and all you wanted to do was sit down.
    A man on a megaphone stood by the edge of it, "Miss (C/n), surrender now or we will have to use force."
    Was this the end? Oh Gods... No! You only had a few days left until your freedom. You have made it this far, you can't go back now.
    You stepped back against the edge of the roof. A small jump away was a tin roof in a small cut-out of alleys. Maybe... You decided to jump on it, feeling the flimsy material shift slightly. Sliding down, you were relieved to find a mattress below it. Though it still wasn't safe, it was all you had. Falling on the mattress, you landed on the hard springs with an 'Oof!'. It smelt of urine and vomit, but hey, you weren't complaining. You looked around and noticed two men, one having a cigarette and wearing a messy apron, the other with a scruffy beard and bottle of booze.
    The apron man scoffed, his bloated tummy bouncing as he moved, "A pregnant lady falling from a roof. This city just gets better and better."
    The obviously drunk man then commented, "If those people in helicopters are after you, you must be worth a lot." He then tuned to his friend, or at least tried to with his stumble and blurry vision, "We can capture her and sell her to them."
     Chef guy began thinking but didn't have time to retort as a nearby sewer hole began rumbling, a drill noise being heard before the lid was taken off and a familiar face popped out. "Leasil!" You cried in happiness.
    He jumped out, startling the two guys. The drunk man yelling, "Ay!"
    "We don't have time for this," Leasil said, swiftly knocking them both out with a special move to their neck. "C'mon," He grabbed your arm and gently pulled you, despite the situation, "In here." You first went down the ladder and into the sewer, Leasil following and drilling the lid back in place. "You alright?" He asked.
    You stood there, rubbing your arm, "Yeah, just a bit shocked." You weren't expecting to see Amelia here, not in this part of the city anyways. What was she doing? Why was she there? You haven't been tracked, right, they haven't been spying on you, have they, this wasn't planned, was it???
   "(Y/N)!" His voice echoed, him shaking his head in front of your face.
    You immediately zoned in on the man in front of you, "What? Ah..."
    "You were breathing heavily and, well, it looked like you were having an attack. Are you sure you're alright?" He asked, concern lacing his voice.
    A sincere smile adorned you, "Yeah, I'm fine. C'mon, let's just get outta here."
    Both of you knew that this was dangerous and unsettling, but sometimes things can get a bit much, and Leasil understands that, however he decided not to push any further and decide to just lead you through the sewers, "Yeah, c'mon. Let's go."
...
It was now time. You were standing back in the room full of bongs, awaiting your task. The angst-y teen's mother, who's name you came to know was Josie, waltzed out with red eyes from a previous hit of her bong and a file. She looked at you, before completely disregarding you and you turning to Leasil, "Here, Honey, good luck." She gave a kiss-y face to him and pinched his butt.
    "Okay!" Leasil shouted, turning you around and walking out, "We'll take our leave now."
    As you both wandered around the back-streets, you decided to ask, "Where are we headed to?"
    He searched through the papers in the file before turning to you, "Hm? Oh... It's a popular airport, but not the most popular. Because smaller airports don't give you access to international travel and the pilot we are meeting happens to fly out at this one. You do know you'll be travelling with another passenger?"
    You nodded, "Yes, I was informed."
    "Good, then let's get to it."
    You and Leasil got in a lemon looking car and drove off to the airport that was at the end of the city. You counted your blessings that you didn't feel nausea today, but the cold seemed to make up for that. You were rugged up in five layers of clothing and still had the heater on in the car. A light rain began and the sky was cloudy. "You don't think that this weather will affect the flight, will it?" You questioned worriedly.
    "I don't think so. I spoke with the guy before and he said that even though rain was a guarantee, it shouldn't be too bad," He reassured.
    Once again, counting your blessings, you let out a relived sigh. Stroking your belly, you whispered to the baby, "We're almost there."
...
The airport was large, and yet nothing compared to the major ones you know. It was double storey and was set in like a normal one; with each area dedicated to different airlines and two sections for domestic and international.
    The two of you checked in through a special lady whom was in contact with Leasil and made your ways through security. Your anxiety hitched at the terrifying thought, "What if America has my face all over for EVERY security manager to see?"
    Leasil and you stopped. He looked around, "That... May be a problem. It's only security though... Unless they stop you directly and compare your features, but let me tell you, what Josie did to your face is astounding. I can't even tell the difference."
    You had to agree, you looked like a slutty whore, but at least you looked completely different to your usual self. Right, this will work!
    With your new found confidence, you and Leasil made it through security. At least you thought you did when you were suddenly stopped. A woman came up, "Random search." With wide, fearful eyes, you watched straight at Leasil who shared your expression. She used a device to find anything illegal and patted you down. You took a deep breath in as she finished up, declaring, "Alright, you can go."
    Letting it all out, you hurried along the side of Leasil and gave him an evil look. He gave you a crooked smile and shrugged, "Oops." You lightly kicked his ankle and feigned pain, "Hey! At least we are in the clear now. From here on out, it's smooth sailing."
    "Yeah... Yeah!" You agreed with him, smiling, "But now I NEED to wash this make-up off. The smell and the feeling of my face being caked, oh goodness. I'll be back!" You walked along to the bathroom and went to the toilet before coming out and washing your hands.
    Your eyes were pink and blue with shadow and the mascara was green. Your lips were coated with a pink and your cheeks were bronzed and blushed. You gave a slight chuckle at your appearance, it was like you had gone to a sleepover and one of your friends were dared to make you look like a clown~!
    Grabbing a paper towel from the compartment to dry your hands, you washed your face, though it was hard to scrub everything off completely, you still had some stains but it was much, much better. They'd come off when you're home, anyway. Ah... Home! You couldn't wait to get back to your own bed, the clean sheets, the fluffy pillows. You wondered what your home was like now though, under the management of America, hopefully not too much, if anything, has changed.
    Cracking your neck and drying up, you went to the door and opened it, only to be stunned in place. Outside was an array of guards, standing about the open gates with the man himself. America.

    Leasil was gone, you couldn't see him anywhere. You didn't blame him, America was terrifying. You slowly closed the door, trying to think of what to do. There was no way you could waltz on out of here, especially not now with your face on pure display. Could you wait it out? Probably not.
    You once again opened the door to check out the scenario. Bad choice. You were immediately noticed by someone, "Hey! Get out of there, no one's allowed in the bathrooms!"
    Swallowing thickly, you had little time to debate your options. In here, you were a sitting duck. They don't seem to know it's you, but it's not like they won't find out. Taking another deep breath, you bolted.
    Gun shots were heard as soon as you left the door and ran, though you knew you weren't fast. As you ran to a window, you heard America shout, "No, don't shoot!" You ran along the windows, trying to find an escape. He called out again, he actually sounded worried, not angry, "(Y/n), stop!"
    You were coming up to an opening when some more guards came out, Amelia in front of them and pleading, "(Y/n), please. We can help you!"
    Help you? 'THEY' were the ones that needed help, not you.
    Immediately, you stopped and watched both sides come up to you like you were a wild animal, or one that just escaped from the zoo. Though escaped is far more accurate than it seems. Your eyes scanned for something, anything. Two rubbish bins. You picked one up and heaved it at America. It did nothing but make them jolt back a bit, actually, America didn't jump at all. He was even affected by the rubbish floating around his feet. You grabbed the other one and smashed it against the window. Once it cracked, you used your fists to finish the job, your knuckles bruised and bleeding afterwards. America gave you a warning, "(Y/n)... Calm down. If you surrender now, you won't get as harsh a punishment as I plan."
    "I'll jump!" You threatened, your eyes watering at the pain and the cold whipping at you. "I'll land right on my head."
    "But you won't die," Amelia stepped in.
    You looked from her to America, staring him right in his blue eyes, "I won't, but someone will."
    His eyes darted to your stomach. You could see his teeth grit in annoyance at your mentioning. He said, "Final. Warning. (Y/n)."
    You mimicked him, "Same. For. You."
    He scoffed and that terror-stricken look you hate is what he gave you, his eyes glinting in the airport's light and his teeth looking sharper than ever, "Fine. Have it your way. Bring them out!" You watched in horror as he brought to figures out to kneel in front of them, guns pointed towards their heads. It was Thomas and Dolores...
    "No..." You whimpered.
    "You'd think I didn't notice?" America scoffed, "You start making friends around the neighbourhood, and then you suddenly go missing? I'm not an idiot, Sweetheart."
    "And yet look at how far she's gotten~" Thomas mused. You could already tell he has been beaten from the bruises all over his face and exposed arms. It didn't help any when America kicked him upside the head.
    He then pulled out a pistol and aimed to the back of Thomas' head, "No more games, Doll. Come home to me."
    The mere thought of Thomas getting shot made your stomach turn, he has children, a wife, he is your friend! Your eyes spilled as you begged, "No - AH!"

    America must have taken that as a sign of defiance. Thomas' blood shot back, spraying a bit on America as he moved towards a screaming Dolores. Thomas' body hit the floor and he was dragged away by the guards, a trail of blood being left on the tile. Dolores was begging, her hands behind her back, as she pleaded to be with her husband once more. There was something you noticed about her, despite the situation, her stomach was ever-so-slightly swollen. AS America reloaded and pointed the gun, he deliberated, "I suppose you didn't know this, but guess what? Dolores is pregnant too. Isn't that just dandy? Though it all depends on your decision, will she be a single mother of four? Or will three orphans be all that remains of their family tree?"
    Your eyes connected with Dolores' before her head sank to the ground in defeat. Your body was shaken and you were so scared to defy him any longer. You took a shaky step forward, and America grinned in victory. As you took another, you bent over in cramps, liquid pouring from your undercarriage. Wait, what was the date?
    "(Y/n)?" America ran to you, holding you up. He saw the puddle around your feet and in your clothes.
     You croaked out, "My... Water!"
    Immediately, he was onto it, "Get me a plane to Delaware and a doctor!"
    "No!" You cried, not wanting to accept this was all happening at this very moment.
    America gazed straight into your pained, (e/c) eyes, "You are in so much trouble when we get back. But for now, let's just focus on this." He picked you up and carried you to a terminal.
    Oh baby...

Why did you have to come now?

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