Safeway Pyongyang // Reader x Countryhumans

Taken

Her second thought was, 'Oh fuck- SH.'

The province was laying against the wall next to the counter, looking like a broken doll. A puddle of red blood was forming around her head, making a grotesque parody of the flower on her flag.

North Hamgyong was holding South Pyongan in a restraining position. The female was thrashing about, one of her arms hanging limply at an angle. Their guns were on the floor behind America.

"Let go of me, you bastard!" she was screaming. "I'm going to fucking kill him!"

"South Pyongan, stop," her cousin said lowly. "There's nothing we can do."

"That fucking cunt killed SH!" the blue province howled. "I'm going to kill him!"

"Oh, she's not dead," America drawled. "Yet. I didn't shoot her." He looked at Y/N. "Just threw her into the wall. If she gets medical attention soon enough, they can fix that bump on her head."

The two provinces noticed Y/N for the first time, her guards behind her, unable to draw their guns due to Hae.

"Y/N," North Hamgyong growled. "Go back upstairs. We've got this handled."

America chuckled. "Is this what 'handled' looks like in North Korea? Maybe I wasn't lying about you guys." He laughed a full-bodied laugh, the gun digging into Hae's temple.

"Look- here's the deal." His laughter stopped as suddenly as it had started. "You give me what's mine, and I'll give you what's yours." He shook Hae a little. "I fuck off, you freaks get medical attention, then whatever happens-" The country shrugged a little, like he had just been asked the time that he did not know. "Happens."

"She's not yours," North Hamgyong growled, still holding his cousin.

"Whose is she, then?" America laughed. "North's? Herself's? Let's just ask the lady directly."

He turned his even-toothed, mega-watt smile on her. "Y/N? What say you? Sacrifice yourself for the 'greater good-'" This part was said mockingly. "Or have this little Southern- or should I say Northern- belle die for you? And then all of your other friends."

His voice turned cold as ice. "One. By One."

Y/N froze. Once his smile had made her heart skips beats, and it still did. Out of fear.

"Oh well." America smiled again, pushing up his shades with the gun barrel, before jabbing it back into Hae's temple. "Doesn't matter much to me. Either you all die here, or later."

"N/N," Hae said tightly. "Don't. Ah'm willin' to die for my people, and for Korea. This is what ah trained for."

"Your choice, Y/N." America grinned.

But it wasn't.

As Y/N looked at the little white province, she looked like a soldier- shoulders back, and face straight.

But Y/N had know her long enough to recognise the waver in her rural twang, the way her lip quivered when the gun barrel dug into her.

And she knew it wasn't a choice.

"Let her go." The woman stepped forward. "I'll go with you."

"Great!" America laughed, shoving Hae away, hard. She fell to the ground, crying out, and in the blink of an eye, the gun was turned on Y/N, firing.