2P!America x Reader Oneshot

:Note- Allistor is the human representation of Scotland, and he's your best friend, so deal with it Enjoy!:
(Y/N)'s back made a loud slam as it hit the cold wall. "Al-Alfred! What the hell has gotten into you?!" she yelled as the dark shadow of her recently snapped boyfriend loomed over her. "Nothing's wrong, hon~" he replied, taking her chin into his hand and turning it towards his own. She averted her eyes to the floor, trying her best to avoid all eye contact with him. "Look at me." he said. She kept looking at the floor. He took his hand and slapped her across her cheek. "I said look at me, dammit!" he yelled as she clutched her now throbbing cheek. She fell to her knees. She looked at him as her eyes filled with the salty tears. He smirked darkly. "Good girl~" he cooed. She stared him straight in the eye until her eyes removed themselves from his undoubtedly handsome face to his hand, which was clutching a baseball bat filled with nails...and covered in blood. She cringed at the sight of it. She looked into his deep red eyes and glared. "Where's Allistor." she asked plainly, knowing all well that he was probably locked up in a room with no food and water. All she wanted was an honest explanation. "Oh, the Scottish bastard? Why do you care?" he replied in the same partially annoyed voice that she had. "He's my friend. Now where the fuck is he?!" she snapped, making Alfred smirk. "Ooh, feisty, are we? Well, let's just say that your 'friend' was keeping you from me, and I took matters into my own hands." he smirked. She felt a few hot tears gently fall from her (E/C) orbs. "H-He's d-dead...?" she asked, pain filling her voice. "Dingdingding! We haaave a winner." he said all too cheerily. She stood up and glared. "He was my best friend!" she yelled, voice cracking. "He was flirting with you, and I wasn't a very happy camper." She walked up to him, and he raised the bat. "Uh-uh-uh~" he sang, making her fall to her knees. "I hate you, Alfred..." she said through tears. He leaned down to her level and forced her to look at him again. He filled the gap between his and her lips, making (Y/N) clench handfuls of his jacket and his oddly colored hair. He pulled away, smirking. The taste of blood filled (Y/N)'s mouth. "Allistor's blood tastes pretty good, eh?" he joked. "Y-You're supposed to be the h-hero, Al..." she cried. He leaned down again and smiled sickeningly. "The villain has to win sometime or another, babe." he said before taking her lips hostage again.