America x Reader The One who Cheated

You were sitting in your couch all alone while watching TV, sulking deeply with your tears finally dried from your cheeks after the long periods of hours shedding sorrowful tears from your ______ colored eyes. Alfred is late which you knew was normal, but his times when he wasn't around home were lonely to the point he won't be in bed with you.

You knew his secret that he was cheating on you and you decided that this secrecy that he kept should be revealed tonight once he comes home.

It wasn't a huge secret, you thought, since you checked his emails and phone calls to realize someone had been calling him since last month, just after your anniversary of a year being together with Alfred.  Then you ended up asking mental questions of what you did wrong, or what had you done that could make Alfred pretend you and him were the perfect couple. After that, both of you started to become more and more distant with each other as Alfred started to take longer hours coming back home after work.

Soon you took the cold, harsh truth that you were being cheated by your boyfriend.

After drying your newly bloomed tears upon your eyes with just your fingers, you prepared to go upstairs to pack some of your belongings so you could go... Somewhere else, you thought, somewhere where I can think until I'm ready for a new life. You got into your room, and looked at the bed which both of you shared yet never made love in... That made you wonder if that was the reason you and him were falling apart because you didn't have sex with him.

You were just about to go to your closet to pack some clothes for your journey, but then you heard from downstairs footsteps that were coming upstairs, and you knew that it was Alfred who was late as usual. You thought to yourself that packing could be done later, and you went to your bed and sat on it with a slumped back as the door opened to reveal your boyfriend.

"_______, what're you doing up so late?" Alfred asked, his eyes of light blue filled with worry.

You glanced at the digital clock which in green lines showed it to be now ten o'clock at night.

"Uh, Alfred?" You said, looking up to him and felt your heart aching in pain. "Can...I ask you something?"

"Sure babe," he said and sat next to you with his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him. "What's goin on?"

"Um..." You couldn't find the right words to say and your throat started to become tight. "You-you...were late tonight."

Alfred looked surprised at you. "Sorry, but work was terrible and boring and I went to McDonald's to eat something." he said with a smirk and looked worried at her. "Did I make you worry about me?"

"Alfred..." you spoke as the words you chose in your head were carefully picked out to speak from your heart. You were ready to end this relationship. "I want us...to be friends, Alfred."

Both of you remained silent, Alfred's arm slowly pulling itself away and he stared at you with bewilderment, his smile slightly crooked.

"H-hey, ________," he spoke, his voice shaking. "What're you t-trying to say?"

You looked down on the floor, "I know about...her."

Alfred didn't understand at first, looking confused but then the truth sunk in to him as his expression turned into awareness of what you were talking about. But knowing Alfred, he would start to deny anything about his "new lover."

"_________, w-what're you-"


You got up on your feet and glared at him irritably. "I know you've been seeing this girl right behind my back," you snarled. "I know why you've been staying out late at night while I'm sleeping. It's because we didn't have sex, is it? Or was it something else because I want to know!" You didn't know whose voice was talking so loud and confident until you realized it was you.

He got to his feet and placed both hands on your shoulders. "Listen to me, there is no one in my life but you!"

You scoffed. "Oh really, then why did I find those-those pictures on your phone? Let me guess: you sent them back but she kept resending me?"

"You...checked on me?"

"That's what any person would do in a relationship if one of them knew the other was cheating!"

"No, that's not it!" Alfred shouted. "They would trust their partner and not go around snooping on their phones like that!"

"Oh, as if you never did it before when I was sending business emails to Arthur, huh?"

"I wanted to make sure he didn't send anything off, not you!"

You pushed him away and stepped back to give yourself some room. "I'm ________ years old, Alfred F. Jones. I'm no child that you have to watch over like some damn prisoner! I'm actually glad that I'm asking you this because I can't stand another night knowing I can't please you or that I have to sleep all alone, because I want to leave here and I want to leave you."

"Babe-"

"Don't call me 'babe' anymore, Alfred!" You cut his words like a knife, sharp and dashingly yet your voice in progress became feeble. "I just want us to break up, and you can have her all you want, so don't bother me!" You turned your body away swiftly and prepared to run out the bedroom but a hand grabbed your wrist before you could escape. "Let go of me!"


"I didn't mean to cheat on you, _______!" Alfred confessed as he tried to pull you close to him. "She came into my life out of nowhere and things got out of hand! I tried to break it off but she wouldn't stop, so this night I ended it with her!"

You jerked your wrist away from his grasp and turned your head over your shoulder, tears streaming down your _______ colored eyes that shook Alfred's face so much that he went frozen on his spot.

"I don't believe you..." you muttered quietly, trying your best to stop the uncontrollable tears heating your cheeks. "I can't, I'm sorry..." And then, you turned for the door and with it wide open, you raced out the room.

Alfred watched you run away, taking a few inadequate steps back and he fell his butt on the bed, his head hung down as tears of regret poured down his eyes and pattered on the floor. He placed both of his hands on his face, covering himself in darkness.

"__________, I'm so sorry..."

And with that, Alfred felt sharp daggers piercing in his heart because this betrayal he had done was so great in its devious way, he could not believe that such a thing as this had happened...