I am down for anything dw babes, more drama in the menu tonight ladies ✨ two traumatized mentally unstable maidens who would kill for you.

Warnings: yandere obv, guaranteed throwing of hands and bloody swords. Very harsh language :(

Sworn promises.

Nyotalia Poland — Florentyna Łukasiewicz 
Nyotalia Lithuania — Tatjana Lorinaitytė

“You stupid, air-headed arrogant bitch”

Tatjana muttered whatever curses and insults came at the tip of her tongue through gritted teeth, she was injured but had managed to draw blood by drawing a clean cut on the waist of the woman she had grown to loathe. She was always a better swordswoman than her, moves calculated and precise, and even though her opponent was a force to be reckoned with, her skills were just superior.

It’s wasn’t rare for Florentyna to get on her nerves, unlike their male counterparts, they both were rather distant, and although as much as they tried, there was always a barrier between them which stilted any growth in their friendship. Of course, they are nations, relationships and friendships shuffle about. That was reasonable.

What really pissed her off was the Polish woman’s arrogance, her naive risky attitude towards everything sometimes gave her a headache. And after what she had done? Oh she had gone to her lover, which they both agreed to share after a through conversation and a heartfelt discussion (bleh), and apparently screwed any chances of them being together. Or rather, her chances.

Florentyna had been too strong on the poor thing, you were after all an easily flustered, pure soul, soft spoken and easily stressed who had been intimidated by the extravagant flirting followed by borderline harassment. It was a disaster. Tatjana had no issues with confessing herself, but she had grown anxious and despite her warnings, the blonde had took off over to the bar you worked at. Decided to get drunk off her ass and then propose to you in the most inappropriate manner possible.

She had no idea just why exactly didn’t she see the issue, or the importance mostly, of the situation they were dealing with!? Tatjana knew that Florentyna was a smart, cunning woman who could stand up to Anya or Berlinda even, why was she so careless and tactless when it came to you?! It frustrated her to no end to see her playing around with you in this manner, she herself wasn’t the most bold person around, mostly because of her spiraling anxious thoughts concerning you.

“Better than being a spineless coward like you, what had caught your tongue from ever revealing your feelings?”,

Florentyna gave a taunting smile towards the brunette, even though her wounds hurt a lot, she endured the pain, after all she had gone through worse things. This was merely a scratch really. The bloodloss only made her more excited, it was wonderful to annoy the shit out of ‘miss-stick-up-her-spineless-flat-ass’. Gosh, this woman could be very judgmental, not that she cared anymore.

Tatjana huffed in disbelief and tilted her head in an observing way, eyes narrowed and blinking tiredly from the whole ordeal they were going through. She briefly lowered her sword, damaged braid tossed behind her back with barely constrained rage.

“You do realise, you braindead whore, that this situation screwed any chances for both of us”, she barely dodged the high kick from her opponent and crouched down to the ground before headbutting the lady in the gut, causing a satisfied grunt followed by a loud thud.

Florentyna hissed at the sharp pain on her sides, flipping herself on her feet just as quickly as she had been head butted, swaying from the sudden motion and simply gave the Lithuanian an unimpressed look, as if she had heard the most idiotic thing from her mouth.

“You think I don’t know that?”, she nonchalantly responded while rolling her eyes, although she was still alert and honestly she knew her own limits quite well too. Both of them have been fighting since sunrise, “If anything, we didn’t stand a chance either way, you pathetic masochistic slut”,

“Don’t you bring Nikolai into this!!”, the Polish woman gave a crooked smile at the frustrated screeching tone and rolled to the side, barely avoiding getting a wound once more from that damned sword. A teasing glint in her eyes.

“Really?, what made you think I was referring to him Tatji?”, Florentyna knew that the man was still a sore topic somewhat, being her ex-lover or whatever, but it was a great fun now and then. To tease her about it and watch her emotionally combust at the mere mention of their so called relationship. She only got a snarl in return and managed to step close enough to the woman, swiftly hitting her square on face with her elbow and managing to slam the brunette on the floor by hitting her behind the knee with her foot.

Tatjana swore she was going to murder the piece of shit but the intense pain stopped her from even seeing straight, damn it, she should have known there was no winning fairly with honor with this menace of a woman. She saw stars until after a while she was met with the face she had grown irate by.

“Just what do you mean???”,

Florentyna took a seat on the tummy of the woman seething below her in sweet disdain, with a usual carefree demeanor. A sigh escaped her lips, turning into a beaming smile as she twirled her dagger playfully. Not that it made the situation any better, as she bent closer to her ear and answered in a low whisper,

“It was bound to be a 'no’ all along; like, we could simply take such matters and inconveniences, into our own hands”.

She got up from her position cautiously, both of the women holding their gazes with no words needing to be exchanged. Until finally, Tatjana picked herself up off the ground, holding her sword with a strong grip, a newfound determination set upon her. A stiff nod towards her companion who simply gave her an aloof expression in return.

“Let’s proceed then”.

• I like to think, Florentyna would consider their odds from the start especially considering the fact that you would be a mortal. She is naturally a very cynical individual, hence she would consider many scenarios about how a poly relationship would go with a human and her fellow nation with whom she has quite a history with.

• It would take Tatjana much more convincing to actually go through with the plan, as unlike the other, she is very considerate about your wellbeing above all. She would have to be very concerned about a particular issue to finally follow through with what Florentyna would suggest. Which won’t be that difficult.

• I like to think about Florentyna not caring much about your defiance regarding their relationship, she has gone through a lot of shit to care anymore. Being a heavily traumatised individual, she has simply stopped caring about a lot of things along the way. More so than Felix. Being much more crazy and unstable.

• Tatjana on the other hand, is more level headed than Tolys, is less sensitive and more likely to hold a decent relationship with you. She would be rather protective, and would be more sympathetic to your situation, make no mistake though she won’t be going against her word of promise unless something drastic has been done against you. She somewhat trusts the Polish woman and acknowledges her sense of loyalty but is also wary of when things get too tense.

• So most likely, yes you will be kidnapped. There will be a heated debate involving the process, and it probably will continue after you have been taken by them.

A slight groan escaped your chapped lips as the dull pain throbbed across your forehead, harsh sunlight blinding your eyesight as the curtains were hasty pulled open.

“Are you stupid Tatja?, close the fucking curtains, you’re going to blind the poor babe”,

What?, you tried hard not to panic and make sense of what was going on, although it seemed as if your body naturally went on a panic mode, skin burning from the friction of the ropes and you almost vomited because of the gag placed in your mouth.

You remembered the blonde lady, and you swore you somewhat remembered the brunette. But well, no shit, if they were going to kidnap you, they must have been stalking you to know about your vacation whereabouts. The conclusion made you even more distraught and rightfully frustrated at the situation.

“Sorry, but the last thing we need is to cause a panic attack, being able to see is more likely to make them feel secure”,

“Are you speaking out of your ass? Because that excuse was full of shit”,

Tatjana simply sighed through her nose in annoyance and walked closer to where you were tied up to a chair. Seemingly expressionless, her eyes were filled with concern and almost a hint of fear, for what exactly you didn’t know. Gloved hands caressed your face and you flinched in instinct at the movement.

“Don’t worry…….. ignore that empty headed woman, I shall take good care of you myself. Just let us play pretend for now, alright?”

Your eyes widened at the comment, and although you felt uncomfortable at the prospect of betrayal between the friends, couldn’t you take advantage of the mutual distrust between the both of them?

Because you didn’t miss the narrowed look of annoyance Florentyna sent towards the brunette nor the way she seemed ready to pull you away from her in any moment.

• Yes, both of them would play pretend with each other, sure they could share you but both of them won’t get along at first. These feelings will intensify until you escape or get taken away by someone else. You would think you could take advantage of this rivalry between them both, although once they catch on, they would be willing to put aside their differences and claiming you as theirs once again.

• In the end, you rejection doesn’t matter. Take it with a grain of salt, it was nothing but a simple form of basic courtesy from their side. I mean Tatjana would honestly disagree but Florentyna would make it clear that it was just that and nothing more.

• Although they would question you about it, make sure to give a positive answer because Florentyna would tear you apart otherwise if she’s in an unstable state and Tatjana is more likely to have an emotional meltdown, so choose your words rightly, she wouldn’t dare hurt you of course. But the former would if she loses her mind for a moment.

• You have to understand that even though they are friends, they have different mindsets and are intense in different ways. There are several things they will disagree on, causing frustration and mild conflict, and also they would have different opinions on how they should treat you depending on specific circumstances. And this would include the consequences of you rejecting their confession.

thank you so much for the compliments my love, absolutely warms my heart to receive these messages from y’all. always a pleasure to read truly! and don’t worry I will try my best with the request. hope you enjoy honey ♡︎ @lady-cap

Warnings: Descriptive violence, non-con acts, blood and the like.

“Il nostro tesoro prezioso”—
2p!Italy: Luciano Vargas || 2p!nyo!Italy: Lucrecia Raffaella Vargas

Her auburn hair glows from the fireplace just behind her, ruby lips giving a peck to her smoking companion. The knife grasped loosely in her hand falls to the floor as she carelessly tosses it aside, a blissful sigh before a loud chuckle comes from her and the man besides her resorts to rolling his eyes.

“Ve~~~, that was quite fun, wasn’t it?”, Lucrecia practically throws herself at him, hands wrapped around his shoulders as she rests her head on his shoulder, despite Luciano clearly being discontent with her clinginess. Nonetheless he stays completely silent, not bothering to entertain her any further and the lady slowly withdraws her arms back with furrowed brows then pouts playfully at the lack of reaction.

She stares as he scrutinizes their surroundings, cigarette still lit as he slowly spins it, a smirk slowly forms on his face, which she gives a crooked smile in response knowing he had something in mind for their precious treasure. There’s a deep breath from him and his bloody eyes seemed to pour ice on your soul as they stare straight at yours.

The tape all around your body felt as if they were burning, tightening with every second that passed, itching your skin and making you sweat with dread and possibly inducing a panic attack. If not the tape then perhaps the previous events which included a rude invasion of your boss’s mansion and the all out shoot out, murders that followed, the shards of glasses, blood stains, dead bodies slumped around being the core evidence, would probably be the prime reason.

You didn’t even realize what was happening until you were shoved aside by their men and you only ended hurting a few of them, nonetheless you weren’t going to give up despite only being an assistant to your boss, who wasn’t even a mafia boss for goodness sake. Apparently it was chaos, a battle even which ensued itself out of nowhere.

Though being aware of Luciano’s inappropriate stares, whispers and touches, you presumed he was simply like that with all of the women he encountered, which was true, he was a goddamn fucking prick. You didn’t expect this from his counterpart though, although there were definitely a few signs that you probably missed or overlooked. But you weren’t aware of how absolutely deranged they were about you. A simple lady who was caught up in this mess.

“The fun has only just begun”,

Identical blood red eyes continued to eat up your withering form, the atmosphere heavy with panicked breathing and the blistering heat from the fireplace, the sound of Lucrecia’s heels echoed through the room as she giddily made her way towards you, Luciano watching her every movement until his eyes once again landed on your form.

You couldn’t help but flinch away from her as she got close to you, although with being tied, the armchair you were placed on wasn’t much spacious either, with a single confident stride she seated herself on your lap, her breath hitting your face as you cringed at the smell of wine and cigarette making her frown and sigh slowly.

Her fingers cautiously traced your jawline as you gulped, remembering the knife she had used to end several of your co-workers, she seemed to be studying every detail on your face, eyes unwavering and unblinking, it was unnerving and her sudden closeness to you didn’t make anything better, trying to move your body didn’t seem to deter her one bit either. If anything, she ignored your fidgeting much to your chagrin.

After observing the both of you on the armchair for a while, Luciano takes a long drag of his cigarette, his boots not making a sound yet his presence was hard to miss as he got closer to you both, gloved hands harshly grabbed your chin making you face towards him as he licked his lips, the scared look on your face was absolutely delicious, once again he gave a slight smirk and captured your trembling lips with his with no hesitation, and oh god, was the taste of your fear so exhilarating.

“What a belladonna”.

• Both of them are sadistic no doubt, I feel as if Luciano would control himself around you to not draw blood at the very least. Meanwhile, his female counterpart is far more sadistic than him, although with you she would prefer saving her blood thirst for when you really manage to piss her off. Or when she’s feeling extra unstable.

• They aren’t much better for that though, Luciano is very controlling, even with Lucrecia who rebels against him in subtle ways. Although most of the time he lets her do her thing, she is surprisingly obsessive and clingy towards him, much to everyone’s confusion including his. She could be the most terrifying nightmare for most people so it’s confusing why doesn’t she head butts with Luciano more often or isn’t so violent as him (she is).

• You can expect every aspect of your life to go according to what Luciano wants, and you can’t help but not utter a word since just because he’s more lenient towards you than he is towards other people, it doesn’t mean that he won’t be pissed off at your defiance. He won’t hesitate leaving pretty bruises on your skin for Lucrecia to tend after, and most of the time she ends up making it worse with an oblivious tone in her voice, but you just know that they both simply get off your pain, tears, bruises, so you have no choice really.

• They will make you do several chores around the house, basically a personal maid just for them, you won’t meet anyone else in the house expect for few maids, who don’t converse much anyways, always scurrying about with heads down and mouth shut. Basically tidying up their beds, personal rooms, cooking just for them and tending to their needs. Your duties revolve around them. Wearing your pretty little dresses that leaves no room for imagination nor any cover against their advances.

• Lucrecia is actually the dominant one in the relationship you could say, although her male counterpart is no pushover either, he willingly lets her take the reigns the most. I can see her being in charge of disciplining you as well, although there’s no specific structure for you to follow with them. She will gladly feed you until you can’t eat anymore, smother you with overbearing affection, make you wear embarrassing dresses, pinch your cheeks until it bruises, temporarily fracture your fingers because you did something she didn’t like, eat your ears off with her chatter, it’s fucking exhausting to be around her and it shows on your face whenever Luciano gets out of his office or comes home late.

• Though he would just grumble and be bombarded by whatever bullshit Lucrecia spills, her clingy hugs and things about you which is the only part he bothers to pay half a mind to. It’s after a bottle of wine that his day truly starts tho, especially when you look so endearing and breedable with your maid costume showing off your curvy figure, he might accidentally spill some on you, feigning innocence as he attempts to help you but you know that he simply wants to take the damn thing off your body and bruise you all over again.

• Surprisingly, Luciano prefers to take his sweet time ravaging your body, biteful kisses on your breast, as his hands hold your waist so possessively, straddling your waist and whispering dirty things, which quickly turns lewder, his touches rougher, your hair almost ripped off from your scalp, bites and scratches decorate you body, when he’s done with you and finally he falls right then and there, staining your walls white and burying his face on your soft chest. He’s almost playful after whenever the day he’s fucked you, in a cruel way though, pulling you on his lap, your hair, calling you names, basically just being a nuisance.

• Lucrecia is rather spontaneous, like everything she does, pulling you by your dress as you are fixing the bed, drunk and high as fuck, blubbering about the things, the stuffs she wants to do to you, her hands always fixated on you hips as her nails claw at your waist, always wanting to pull a muscle and have you sore, pained when she’s done with you, her aftercare is showing her art piece off front of the mirror as she fixes you up, ignoring your tears, and whatever she had caused. In her eyes, it’s just the way she had always loved.

• I would say both of them are insane and deranged, they don’t really differ much in that aspect but their perspectives on few things are different and a few quirks of their personalities as well. It’s probably easier to know when you are trapped with them, that’s for sure but also Luciano is more composed than his counterpart, more savvy and has bloodier moody issues.
• No one is touching, seeing and even knowing about you, they both wouldn’t have it especially Luciano. Although you can expect Lucrecia to brag everything about you, and she wouldn’t mind showing you off to their most closest companions, although in their world such people are hard to come by. It’s safe to say it’s going to be a rough back breaking ride for their precious girl, that’s for sure.

“You are everything to us, our beloved"—
Nyo!England: Alice Kirkland.

Her voice is rather annoying, no scratch that, actually it’s making you want to commit a massacre. It’s as if you are listening to a plate being scratched by forks, yes definitely that, she can screech all she wants with her bloody haughty accent it won’t stop making her sound similar to a dehydrated chicken. Fuck’s sake.

She had always been like this, compared to her Arthur was at the very least tolerable. You just could not deal with her constant mood swings, demands, insecurities and what not. Always wanting to prove that she was better than her male counterpart and how the past sexist world was so unfair towards her, basically trauma dumping and she just really needed to stop. She had always held a considerable amount of power, just that Arthur was mostly send off to conquer the world, during wars and shit, not on a bloody vacation.

There she goes berating you for one thing or another, sitting on the sofa across from you, knitting a sweater and very much upset that you couldn’t maker her a cup of tea as well. Or rather, that was the fact that brought up this whole speech of hers in the first place, frankly you did not want to and confined to sip your very delicious cup of tea. She could go—

"You are not listening to a word coming out of my mouth, are you?”,

You slowly set your tea on the saucer and calmly stared right into her furious glare directed towards you, used to it at this point. She huffs and before she could utter another word,

“Perhaps you should stop claiming yourself to be a victim all the damn time and actually realize the privilege you have always had over the other truly underprivileged women whether you wanted it or not, quit whining and stop letting what happened in the past drag you down. Have you considered a bloody therapist? I am not your trauma dumpster Alice, I am tired too”.

A look of surprise takes over her face which quickly turns into a sneer as she crosses her arms, glare unwavering and a reddish tint of anger still lingering on her appearance,

“Oh you are the one to talk, your generation of women are the privileged ones, you have no idea what …”,

Soon enough, it’s safe to say that the whole manor would have been cleared by how loud, ferocious and bitter both of your tones were. Arguing back and forth, with heated glares and firm stances, Alice was probably going to break and honestly you would love a hot cup of tea to soothe your nerves because god forbid, if this woman doesn’t shut up

It wasn’t that you didn’t sympathize with her, as a woman you had done your best to support her when it came to such things, but what you wouldn’t accept is her unwillingness to stop blaming others for her misfortunes in the past or painting herself as an absolute powerless victim. Sometimes you had to brush off your pain, get your ass up and fix shit, like most of the women in your family. Like you had done so, which is why you became a hardened deteticive with a strong resolve none could easily crack.

Not to mention, that you were trapped in her and his mansion with no escape in sight. Of course, you were going to annoy the shit out of her.

“Goodness, just what is going on in here?”,

Arthur quickly took off his coat, eyes already scrutinising the scene in front of him, both of you were breathing heavily from all the yelling and he seemed to be beyond irritated himself. It was one thing to deal with Alice in this state, with you in the mix?

He could already feel the migraine he was about to endure from dealing with two stubborn, headstrong woman.

• Honestly, both of them are a chore to deal with. I feel as if Alice is used to working harder and striving to be heard which mixed with her desperation, insecurities and possessiveness over her darling is bound to be exhausting quickly. Even aggravating since the only true victim over here is you, not her. If anything, she would treat you as her pet, it’s infuriating obviously.

• Arthur on the other hand, would rather not paint himself that way regarding his pride, and is much more collected in the way he represents himself in front of you. He’s much more intimidating than Alice, and would be the one to dish out the punishments, hence making you more wary and careful of him than Alice. As she prefers ofc, who do you think encourages Arthur to bring out the cane? She knows Arthur can be a hell of an intimidating person, it has always worked in her favor a lot of times. she bloody loves it.

• Not saying that Alice should be taken lightly, when her mind is in the right state, she can be very manipulative even towards Arthur, she knows how to twist her words and render you into trouble. Both of them would be tricky, cunning and charming enough to strip you off your security by any law. Whether labeling you as a spy, as corrupt and spouting rumors. You won’t even know what is going on until the answer is right in front of you.

• Even though they both would bicker most of the time amongst each other, it’s more of a harmless banter at this point. It’s how they communicate since both of them most of the time than not, suppress their emotions which are bound to burst once they crack. And the target of their actions is you of course. They both are quite closer than they might seem, although Alice is more likely to piss Arthur off and have him torment you one way or another. It’s a power trip, a display of her cunningness which even Arthur gets caught in.

• You could be a powerful lady, not in status but perhaps it’s your wits, the way you carry yourself and remain a distinct lady with her own bold ambitions she strives hard to achieve. Maybe one day, Alice stumbled onto you, umbrellas crashing to the ground as both of you curse each other as politely as possible, which quickly turns into playful arguments. Maybe it’s Arthur who looks into you after hearing Alice’s thoughts about you, calling you personally in his office and both of you hit it off from there. All it takes is a specific glance towards each other which seals off your life once and for all.

• It won’t take much for an intelligent woman to understand what is going on, a bit too late or early even, not that it matters. You may punch and scream at them as much as you want, Alice does not hesitate retorting with sharp and hurtful words and Arthur isn’t the one to back down either. These both won’t always physically harm you, it’s more mental and emotional punishments with them. Chipping away at your insecurities, controlling your actions, monitoring your emotions and suffocating you with their possessive behaviors. Also I like the idea of Alice getting into petty fistfights with you, she would definitely do that once she’s off her high horse once in a while.

• Obviously there is no escape, being as observant as both of them are, they have already planned quite ahead. They have powerful connections and allies who would be willing to help them, even if Alice has to act flustered in front of Antonio and drop her dignity to gain few favors if it concerns you, she will do it. You would be given the royal treatment as long as you stay on your tiptoes and behave mannered. If not, then punishments would be followed.

• Honestly, Alice is the dominant one in this relationship I would say, not sexually necessarily, but she does has her way of controlling and manipulating any situation she is in, if she put her mind into it. It’s sort of a switch between her and Arthur, the gentleman though would rather drop dead than be the bottom and let her boss him around just like that.

• Arthur does understand what’s going on, but he knows Alice more than anyone else does, and vice versa. They both have this understanding between them which is quite hard to explain and believe. With you in the mix tho, Arthur trusts Alice to share you with her, he knows she’s a cunt but she’s also the one who has soothed his wounds and he’s the one who endured her breakdowns. Even though they might have their moments, once you’re in the mix, they are dead set on claiming you as theirs. They both understand the loneliness they have gone through, your presence is an addiction to themselves.

• Arthur is more likely to talk down to you while Alice would talk against you, as if your mere opinions bother her, as if she hates that you think independently and not follow what she says. Arthur, as said before simply disregards your stand on most things, such as why it’s morally unacceptable to hold a woman captive. You will suffer from being mentally unstable at some point, until things get worse and worse and the dam breaks. To them though? It’s entertaining. They love you, but there are few things that have to broken so that they may be mended in a more say, preferred form.

• Of course, both of them would show you off to others, and also make sure you don’t misbehave and ruin their reputations in front of their peers, that would result in a swift punishment. You would be their pretty blooming rose, a wonderful woman who will forever be in a cage of their making, and no one’s going to save you darling, to beings like them? it’s more entertaining than anything. And these both would make sure to drill that in your head. The world is a disgusting place, not suitable for a beloved lady such as yourself.

Tempted to write a one shot

Thank you very for such lovely compliments, warms my heart, it keeps me going and pumped up for writing more! 🌻 I would love delve deeper into such concepts although it will be rather short and simple. Gilbert is a bastard when it comes to giving advices, it’s always a clean cut which he’s aiming for. 🐝✨

Warning: Contains usual yandere themes, mentions of violence and drinking.

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Beratung

The aroma of coffee permeates the air as he is pulled back by his shoulders, his head meeting a solid, sturdy chest while his brother playfully ruffles his hair. In that moment, he feels like a mischievous teenager caught in the act, rather than a towering young man he has become.

A small cough escapes his lips, accompanied by specks of blood staining the pristine white shirt, drawing a disapproving glance from his older brother. However, his brother remains silent for a while, taking deep drags from his cigarette as they both stand beneath the glow of a streetlight.

Ludwig winces as he wipes his bruised nose, attempting to compose himself and maintain a semblance of dignity. He is already embarrassed about being forcibly removed from the bar by his brother.

“Eine ziemliche Schlägerei, aye junge?” his brother remarks, exhaling smoke that twists and weaves into intricate patterns as it ascends, Ludwig pointedly disregards the accusatory taunt. Both of them hear a crashing sound coming from inside the bar, followed by the slamming of a door.

They catch a fleeting glimpse of Lovino supporting a drunken Florentyna, their figures visible for a moment before disappearing around a corner. 

“Was it him?”

Ludwig offers a slight nod, opting not to elaborate further, although he knows his brother wasn’t known to let such incidents slide so easily. It could work in his favor or against him.

The cigarette beneath Gilbert’s polished boots is crushed, his gaze scrutinizing Ludwig until their eyes finally meet. 

“Well? I expect more than just a nod from you,” Gilbert presses, his disappointment evident. It was far from ideal that his older brother had been urgently summoned due to a bar brawl. Damn it, that cantankerous bartender should have kept his nose out of it.

“Don’t curse that old man in your thoughts,” Ludwig winces audibly at the retort, confirming Gilbert’s suspicion that Ludwig had indeed cursed out the elderly man for doing precisely what Gilbert had instructed him to do in such situations.

“Francis— that French Arschficker— was the one who started it all”,

Ludwig’s attempt to shift the blame onto Francis, earns him nothing more than an exaggerated eye roll and an indifferent look, further dampening his mood.

“I’m not here for a game of blame, Ludwig. What I witnessed was you nearly tearing Feliciano’s head off with a shard from a broken bottle.”

In response, Ludwig merely huffs with pride, which promptly results in a firm smack to his head.

“Just tell me what caused all of this and who was involved. And don’t you dare feed me some bullshit, you hear me, junge?” Gilbert’s voice carries a stern warning.

Ludwig rubs the back of his head and his neck, his embarrassment growing by the minute. Here he is, being scolded by his brother in the dead of night. He wonders if Gilbert had been sleeping or simply lounging around, which would explain the presence of the cigarette.

When Gilbert made his entrance into the bar, there was a contemplative air about him. Swiftly, he had landed a powerful punch on Antonio, knocking him down, and forcefully slammed Francis’ face against the wall. It appeared that he had been suppressing his frustrations and had finally found a way to release them.

“They were making comments about her,” Ludwig admitted, studying Gilbert’s expression closely. In response, Gilbert simply shrugged and let out a deep sigh.

“So what? They insulted your manhood? Is that what this was all about? Antonio is going to whine like a little bitch about his broken nose, you know.”

“That would be Francis,” Ludwig spat out the name as if it were burning his tongue, causing Gilbert to raise an eyebrow.

“He was… well, he kept going on about how I wasn’t experienced enough and how I couldn’t handle her if it came down to it. He was insulting me, Brüder, and then he just HAD TO BRING UP SOME BURIED SHIT!! And then Lovino… that damn bitch had a lot to say about love and pleasure and shit”,

Gilbert simply let Ludwig vent out his frustrations in a stream of jumbled and incomprehensible sentences, while he attempted to wipe away the previous droplets of blood off his shirt. His efforts were futile, sadly.

"I just hate that I feel so inferior compared to them. I….. I don’t know what to do anymore. Even she makes me feel that way, as if I’m just pathetic. I try to be patient, but Verdammt!”

“You let her think that, holding yourself back and all, don’t you?” Gilbert interjects.

Ludwig runs his hand through his hair, smoothing it down after nearly tearing it out in frustration. He closes his eyes, admitting that yes, he does let her think that way. He holds himself back, afraid of scaring her or confirming the doubts others have about him. He nods in agreement.

“Well, then you’re a dumbfuck. Stop caring about what others say and handle her directly. Put your foot down instead of tiptoeing around like an uncertain school kid,” Gilbert asserts.

Ludwig groans in response, ignoring the intense stare from Gilbert. He knows deep down that it shouldn’t matter what others say, but he can’t help replaying their demeaning words in his mind. It becomes too much, especially when they start speaking about you, insinuating that he can’t please you or even handle you. That’s when he lost control.

When they began to critique your relationship with him.

“Lutz, it’s not going to be easy to handle a fully grown woman if you continue down this path,” Ludwig’s hand descends slightly to his cheek as he attentively listens to Gilbert’s words. “You have to be tough, be patient if you want that, but if you fold so easily, then you’re in for a difficult time.”

“It’s not about them demeaning or underestimating you, shit.”

Gilbert’s lips purse as he opens a soda can with a resounding clang, swiftly followed by a massive gulp. His gaze fixates on the empty streets ahead, his eyes narrowing as he mutters, “It’s you belittling and underestimating yourself.”

Ludwig raises a brow as Gilbert grabs him by the shoulders again, both of them stumbling along the sidewalk. A couple of minutes pass as Gilbert empties the soda can and effortlessly crushes it in his fist.

“Some women require a bit of building, some require a bit of molding, and others a bit of breaking. Not everyone is made the same.”

“I’m not… uh, I’m not quite sure about that,” Ludwig responds, voicing his uncertainty.

Gilbert pays no heed to his comment as he continues, seemingly pondering how to ensure his brother doesn’t mess things up too badly, or else he would have to intervene himself.

“That’s the issue, you’re not sure about yourself in the first place. Buckle up, Bruder. Your woman isn’t going to be a walk in the park. She’s bursting with passionate fire, and she’ll end up stinging your ass if you don’t get yourself together.”

Ludwig remained silent for a while, his brows furrowing slightly as he walked alongside his brother. Gilbert’s gaze was fixed on the moon, which hung in the sky above them. 

“We don’t get to love so easily, Ludwig,” Gilbert spoke softly, his voice tinged with a hint of melancholy. “We never had that privilege. For beings like us, humans have always been transient beings, fleeting like dust that settles for a few brief years.”

Ludwig’s gaze shifted to his brother, his features reflecting a mix of understanding and sadness. He knew that all too well. 

“You remember your pretty little Snow White?” Gilbert’s voice took on a nostalgic tone, breaking the previous melancholy atmosphere. Ludwig turned to him with a bewildered expression, caught off guard by the sudden shift in topic.

“Bruder! That was different. I was a child!” Ludwig replied, his tone laced with exasperation.

“Well, you sucked at wooing a lady back then, and it seems you haven’t improved much, maybe those cunts do have a point” Gilbert remarked, his words laced with a hint of mockery. Ludwig shot him an offended glare, but Gilbert responded with a half-hearted smirk.

“If I hadn’t caught you being so captivated by that young Mädchen, I wouldn’t have even known she was your type,” Gilbert continued. Ludwig let out a frustrated sigh, 

“Okay, that’s enough,” he interjected, his voice firm. “Let’s just go home.”

“I even considered arranging a marriage between the two of you, you know, get you a wife,” Gilbert added, his tone filled with reminiscence. “Do you have any idea how proud this old man was? to see his young boy finally muster some manly balls?”

Ludwig stared at him with a nonchalant expression, a look of surprise on his face. 

“What?”

His confusion is ignored once again.

Gilbert’s grip only tightened on Ludwig’s forearm, who had a hint of embarrassment coloring his expression. “My point is, it’s alright to chase your romantic dreams and indulge in all that teenage shenanigan bullshit,” he began, his voice tinged with sarcasm and sincerity.

“But now you’re dealing with a strong-headed woman, not some delicate Victorian-era Snow White. It’s okay to have lovey dovey expectations, but as a man, you need to stand your ground and make your intentions clear,” Gilbert continued, his tone firm. “Don’t play around or mess things up, Ludwig. Tread carefully, or you’ll end up with a tangled mess of threads.”

Ludwig hummed, his expression growing more grounded as he narrowed his eyes in deep thought. He absorbed Gilbert’s words, carefully considering their implications.

“So, you’re suggesting that I should be more assertive and dominant,” Ludwig started with a thoughtful tone.

“I am suggesting that you don’t fuck around too much, don’t be too arrogant-minded or violent like that Danish imbecile or that Russian brute”.

The blond shifted awkwardly with his boots, gaze fixated on the beer stains which he grimaced at. His brother better not see that unless he wanted to hear another lecture.

He had heard Mathias bragging about his darling, apparently a daring young woman herself. Although his comments were, uh, quite something.

“And also, don’t think too much with your dick”,

Ludwig roughly choked on his own spit, taken aback by the unexpected comment.

Gilbert, however, responded with a dismissive eye roll. He casually took out the car keys from his pocket and opened the passenger door, signaling for Ludwig to get in, even though it was Ludwig’s own car. Reluctantly, he made his way to the passenger seat.

With a smooth purr, the car’s engine roared to life and soon they were on their way to wherever Gilbert wanted to go.

“You gotta wait for the right moment to strike, bide your time patiently, you would be surprised what France goes through with his Dame or any other nation”,

“What did she do?”

Ludwig’s curiosity got the better of him and couldn’t help but ask eagerly, for someone who was commenting on his lack of experiences, it was amusing to know the Frenchman had issues of his own when it came to his darling.

Gilbert smirked, his eyes glimmering with amusement. “Turns out she’s quite the escape artist. She’s resourceful and has a way with words and her cunning mind.”

Ludwig raised a brow in interest as his brother continued,

“The last I heard, she caused the poor man to have flashbacks when she decided to reenact the events of the French Revolution using a butcher knife.”

The blond snorted, well that’s what he gets, as he turned on the radio to some shitty pop song.

“Really?”,

“Ja”.

The romantic man had gone on and on about how to treat a woman, wooing them and intending to jab at Ludwig’s lack of experience when it came to such things.

That’s where the Italian brothers had joined in, with their unwanted advices which turned into passive insults. Soon enough, Antonio retorted how Lovino was like a neutered cat when it came to his bella. Which resulted in a furious bar fight which others joined in.

It hadn’t taken long after that, when Feliciano in his drunken confidence commented on Ludwig’s misfortune with women. And how his darling would be better off with someone else.

This led to Ludwig’s attempt to send him to the heaven above using a piece of broken glass shard, after punching the shit out of him.

A serene atmosphere filled the car as both brothers listened to the radio, only one of them was cringing with disdain at some of the lyrics. After a while, Gilbert started again, turning down the volume of the radio.

“That’s the issue with these so-called romantic nations, they don’t think critically when they need to. Diving head first into situations with a bleeding heart only leaves you vulnerable and not to mention, with a fucking mess to clean up after”.

“You gotta be careful and tactical, don’t let emotions and feelings cloud your judgment and think with a straight mind about how to tackle the situation”.

He gets a firm nod with a determined resolve.

The radio’s volume increased again. Neither Ludwig nor Gilbert had spoken for a while, and the world seemed to be at a standstill in the late hours of the night.

As the car slows down to a crawl, Ludwig blinks in confusion, taken aback by the sudden change in pace.

Then, an overwhelming surge of boiling anger courses through Ludwig’s veins, threatening to consume him. 

The frustration within him intensifies, and he clenches his fist tightly, wanting to shatter the noisy radio into pieces.

Ludwig quickly realizes that his dear older brother had carefully arranged for someone to monitor her every action, collecting any possible information and meticulously organizing every aspect beforehand.

“Consider this a tutorial, huh?”,

Even though it is late, he observes that you radiate a lively energy, your laughter echoing loudly. A rosy hue adorns your cheeks, overflowing with an infectious joy that fills his heart with warmth, you looked so beautiful, even with tired eyes and wild, messy hair.

He doesn’t register his brother’s words. No, his eyes are on you. And some piece of swine who’s holding you so intimately, brown hair and judging by the light, he had gray eyes. Both of you looked like a youthful couple after a casual date. He didn’t know who he was, was he your date or just some random cousin?

Nonetheless, he had to go. Cut out of the picture, burnt, for all he cared.

“Was für eine Schönheit”

Ludwig’s eye twitches with barely contained jealousy.

Aw thank you so much for the lovely kind words :’) lifts my spirits up fr - I believe this concept has been done already, but nonetheless I will try and keep this rather short and simple. 🌻

Warnings: yandere themes, toxic relationships and the like.

Guidance

Perhaps you are a small protectorate state situated between Switzerland and Germany or between Austria and Germany. The region you represent is nestled amidst the aftermath of a war-ravaged battlefield, a testament to the turmoil that has unfolded. It is within this backdrop that Gilbert and Ludwig, two German brothers, stumble upon you, a young child in need of protection.

Recognizing the fragility of your situation, both Gilbert and Ludwig take it upon themselves to safeguard you. Gilbert, with a sense of duty and compassion, becomes your primary caretaker, ensuring your well-being and providing the nurturing support that you require. His presence brings a sense of warmth and stability, assuring you that you are not alone in this world.

Ludwig, on the other hand, takes a more reserved approach initially, keeping a watchful eye from the sidelines. His role extends beyond your immediate care, as he assumes the responsibility of handling any diplomatic tensions that may arise due to your presence. Aware of the delicate nature of political relationships in the region, Ludwig acts as a mediator, striving to maintain a delicate balance and protect the interests of your small state.

Both brothers understand the importance of their roles and the need to balance each other out. Gilbert’s nurturing nature and hands-on approach provide you with a sense of security and guidance, while Ludwig’s diplomatic prowess and watchful eye ensure the stability and political viability of your protectorate.

As time passes, Gilbert and Ludwig grow more attuned to the challenges and responsibilities that come with protecting you. They strive to provide you with the best possible future amidst the backdrop of the war-torn region.

Gilbert takes on the role of a tough mentor, providing discipline and rigorous tutoring. He has an obnoxious side to him, but he believes in pushing you to reach your full potential. He sets high standards and expects you to meet them, sometimes pushing you outside of your comfort zone. While his methods might be strict, they are aimed at helping you grow and succeed.

On the other hand, Ludwig, despite also being strict, has a gentler approach compared to his elder brother. He recognizes the importance of balance and ensures that you have time to relax and unwind. Ludwig understands the need for affection and emotional support, even if he finds it awkward to express it himself. He creates a safe space for you, where you can find solace and feel cared for.

As you grow older, Gilbert begins to loosen up his strict demeanor. He sees your progress and development, and he becomes more supportive and encouraging. He realizes that while discipline is important, it’s equally important to have an environment that allows you to thrive and feel supported.

Both Gilbert and Ludwig work together to shield you from the feeling of isolation. They go above and beyond to ensure that you never truly feel alone. They create a sense of belonging and make you feel part of a loving and nurturing family, despite the challenges and isolation that may surround your small territory.

While you may not fully grasp the extent of your isolation, it is because Gilbert and Ludwig actively work to shield you from it. They make sure that you have a support system and a sense of belonging, so that you can grow and flourish in your unique circumstances. Their combined efforts create an environment where you can thrive, even in the face of isolation.

Gilbert also takes on the role of keeping you occupied with various activities, often in a random and chaotic manner. He teaches you different things and shares altered visions of what he considers necessary for you to know.

Ludwig, on the other hand, assumes the responsibility of handling more manipulative tasks. He deals with any external threats or individuals who might be prying too much into your affairs. Ludwig ensures that the surveillance technology in place is functioning properly, protecting your privacy and security.

Gilbert’s focus is primarily on your education and keeping you engaged. He creates an environment of constant stimulation and learning, even if it may seem chaotic at times. Meanwhile, Ludwig works behind the scenes, safeguarding your interests and ensuring that your privacy is protected.

While their approaches may differ, Gilbert and Ludwig collaborate to provide a balance of education and protection. Gilbert’s random and chaotic activities keep you on your toes, fostering a sense of curiosity and adaptability. Ludwig’s surveillance and protective measures ensure that you are shielded from external threats and unwanted intrusions.

Gilbert and Ludwig provide you with a unique upbringing, where you are constantly learning, protected, and shielded from excessive interference. Their combined efforts create an environment where you can grow and develop, while also maintaining control.

Ludwig makes sure to keep reminding you of your young age, often making you feel anxious and worried about potential dangers in the world. He subtly plays with your mind, gently coaxing you to think negatively and suspiciously about your surroundings, it also brings about unease within you.

Despite this, Ludwig also provides you with an outlet for conversation, allowing you to discuss any topic you desire. Similar to Gilbert, he possesses a wealth of knowledge and diverse interests, which proves beneficial when you express your own interests. Ludwig’s vast knowledge allows for engaging discussions and opportunities for you.

Ludwig’s approach is tinged with a level of mental manipulation, the constant reminder of your vulnerability and the negative perspective he encourages fills you anxiety and a sense of distrust.

Both Gilbert and Ludwig still play significant roles in your upbringing. Gilbert keeps you occupied with various activities and teaches you, while Ludwig’s conversations and knowledge expand your horizons.

Both of them provide you with access to various forms of entertainment and resources, such as books, movies, PlayStation, and games. They ensure that you have a means to satisfy your wants and desires within reasonable limits. While you won’t be completely cut off from the outside world, they encourage a level of dependence on them for your wants and needs.

By carefully managing your access to resources and creating an environment where they fulfill most, if not all, of your wants and needs, Gilbert and Ludwig foster a sense of reliance on them. They want you to view them as the primary providers and caretakers, ensuring that you turn to them for support and assistance.

All of you will have a house in the countryside, providing a sense of isolation from the outside world. They allocate a significant portion of the house to you, allowing you the freedom to shape it according to your preferences. They encourage you to make the space your own, to design and decorate it to your liking.

Within the boundaries that they establish for your safety and well-being, Gilbert and Ludwig happily support your decisions and desires for the house. Whether it’s choosing the colors, arranging the furniture, or adding personal touches, they want you to feel a sense of ownership and comfort in your living space.

Since this scenario is set in modern times, it is likely that the relationship between you, Gilbert, and Ludwig would indeed have a lighthearted tone due to your young age, given your upbringing and the support provided by Gilbert and Ludwig.

Gilbert, as the caring and affectionate figure, would likely engage in various activities with you, such as games, adventures, or creative projects. He would create a cheerful and nurturing environment, where adventures are common occurrences. His goal would be to ensure that you have an enjoyable experience.

Ludwig, while potentially more reserved, would still find ways to interact with you in a lighthearted manner. He might encourage intellectual pursuits, engage in stimulating conversations, or introduce you to new experiences. Despite his serious nature, he would recognize the importance of fostering easement within you.

Though as you grow older, you might begin to question certain aspects of your upbringing and notice differences between your life and that of others. You may wonder why some of your friends are suddenly missing and why you don’t attend school with other kids. You might also notice that you don’t have the same possessions or experiences as your peers, leading to feelings of curiosity, confusion, frustration or a sense of missing out.

Your dear brothers are fully aware of the confusion you are experiencing and have already prepared to have a conversation with you when you turn to them crying about it. Always running to them for support and affection.

You truly were so naive, just as they preferred you to be.

Technically, I have already done this ask in a way so this will only contain some drabbles!! Hope you liked it. Austria is a new one, tho!

Warning: Contains usual yandere themes, toxic relationships and the like.

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Tangled vines

Canada || Matthew Williams 🇨🇦

Sitting atop a grassy hill, surrounded by vibrant blooming flowers, Matthew watches you with an admiring gaze. The calmness you give off brings a sense of peace to his soul, and he could spend hours simply observing your serene demeanor.

However, beneath your calm exterior, a storm rages within. Containing your seething fury, you make a decision not to show Matthew the extent of your anger. He had held you captive, subjecting you to his relentless beasts—creatures both mortal and immortal, magical and fierce.

His mighty wolves encircle you, seeking solace and warmth, as if yearning for a mother’s touch. But you are far from their mother, yet you dare not push them away, lest you lose half of your body.

While your injuries may heal, the pain would prove burdensome, and that is the last thing you desire.

Matthew has succeeded in breaking your spirit through fear, ensuring your submission to his will. Meanwhile, delicate creatures flutter around you, drawn to the beauty of the blossoming flowers, as if inviting them into an embrace.

Sitting on the hill, you keenly sense Matthew’s loving gaze upon you, his watchful eyes drinking in every detail of your presence.

“Your presence brings me a tranquility I haven’t felt in eons,”

He murmurs, walking closer to where you sit, his hands clasped behind his back. He stalks towards you, paying no mind to the flowers crushed under his boots as he positions himself besides you. In his outstretched palm, a delicate butterfly finds solace.

His eyes, a shade of soothing lavender, gaze at you with a glint of delight. He reaches out, intertwining his fingers with yours, binding them tightly together. The fluttering creatures find respite around both of you, creating a delicate barrier.

You manage to suppress a shudder at his words, a bitter irony lingering in your mind. For he has brought you nothing but misfortune after misfortune. Trapped in this place, guarded by unfathomable creatures, you find yourself drained and wearied. His clinginess, has only soured over time, leaving you with a distaste that grows stronger with each passing moment.

At the very least, he hasn’t taken you far away from your domain.

America || Alfred F Jones 🇺🇸

The palace of the divine king stood in all its splendor, a spectacular sight of celestial marble adorned with magnificent statues. Pearls of various kinds adorned every corner, while golden rings encircled the ceilings, creating an ambiance fit for the heavens.

Yet, for you, it was a personal hell.

Alfred had positioned you on his lap, gripping you tightly as he attended to his duties and other matters, leaving you unable to attend to your own responsibilities. Your connection to your own domain felt distant, slipping through your fingers like sand.

There was no solace to be found within these walls.

But of course, Alfred was busy with showcasing you, parading you around, while purposely disregarding your legitimate concerns. It often felt as if he intentionally sought to provoke you, to ignite his wrath within you.

Perhaps that was exactly what he desired.

There is no piece or a leaf of your domain to be found near his castle, his territory, his domain, because his insufferable pride wouldn’t let that happen anytime soon. Instead, he to claim you as his, not as an another immortal being, but his wife, his woman, his lover. That’s the only identity you ought to have in his eyes.

Except for the garden, a sprawling expanse adorned with lush nature, you were forbidden to enter without his presence by your side. He would lead you beneath the thick foliage of the trees, that’s where he pleased you as he so wished, over and over again, until he was satisfied. The flowers bloomed with an ardent passion, glistening with dewdrops that adorned the garden like delicate jewels. It was a place solely dedicated to your pleasure, a sanctuary of sensory delights.

As if he was saying without telling, that even in this sanctuary you cannot have solace or peace without him by your side.

His hands were now inching towards your thighs, the dress slipping away smooth as milk as goosebumps raised on your skin, he stared at you with a lustful gaze, sitting between your naked thighs.

“It’s always a pleasure to be on my knees for you”.

Russia || Ivan Brangisky 🇷🇺

He was more than aware that the frigidness of his domain did not suit you well and often clashed with the climate of your domain. Frost clung to your delicate skin, causing you to tremble ever so slightly in the face of the biting cold breeze.

He inhaled softly through his nose, a smile slowly spreading across his lips as he imagined you snugly wrapped in his coat, finding warmth and comfort within its embrace.

Sadly, you had politely refused.

Ivan set a steaming bowl of hot soup before you, urging you to partake as he settled into a seat across from you. His gaze, filled with intensity, roamed freely over your form, appreciating your beauty. You were indeed a stunning woman, a captivating sight that was truly a feast for the eyes.

He held a special fondness for the moments when you brought life and beauty to his desolate domain, watching nature bloom in all its loveliness and delight. It was a sight that touched his heart and filled him with a rare warmth, a feeling he rarely experienced within his own realm and in his life as a whole.

And it was precisely because of this profound connection that he felt compelled to carry out what he was about to do.

With deep violet eyes sparkling with delight and a hint of amusement, he watched as a vibrant cluster of sunflowers flourished around his house. Your cheerful laughter and radiant smile tugged at his heartstrings, bringing warmth to the depths of his being.

You were undeniably enchanting, blissfully unaware of the healing power you possessed. In your presence, the scars that tore at his heart and the wars that ravaged his immortal soul seemed to fade away.

It was you, and only you, who had the ability to mend the shattered pieces and bring solace to his troubled existence.

Austria || Roderick Edelstein 🇦🇹

Glowing bluebells sway delicately from fragile stems, emitting a soft, ethereal glow. As you run your fingers tenderly across their petals, a melodic serenade reminiscent of piano keys fills the air. With a sigh, you become aware that you are under the watchful scrutiny of keen plum-colored eyes.

You have long stopped caring about such things, focusing on the peaceful arrangements of nature around you, swaying with their own set of tunes which was such a joy to hear.

Emerging from his hiding place, Roderick would reprimand you about the seemingly chaotic music that resonates in the surroundings. Swiftly taking control of the situation, and in response to his commands, the flowers obediently bloom and unfurl themselves once more. The melodies that fill the air follow his guidance, harmonizing in a more orderly manner.

At the very least, you would be near your domain and Roderick, as much as judgmental he is about some things, whether it be how your too much of a carefree woman or being agitated by your chaotic domain, he had no qualms about separating you from your home.

You supposed you will take what you get, as he exclaims that it is now time for dinner and grabs you inside his mansion by gently placing a hand on your waist and demanding you to clean yourself up.

It wasn’t all that bad, you supposed with an exasperated look directed towards him and go ahead, to wash yourself up for dinner.

Germany || Ludwig Beilschmidt 🇩🇪

You swim around the extravagantly colorful reefs with a burst of speed as dozen fishes follow your trail. Playfully, you swirl around and watch as they circle around you, filling your heart with warmth unlike the cold water which was your home.

Your tail, looked like a part of the nature itself, scales glistening with shades of green, mimicking hues of lush moss that clung to ancient stones, delicate tendrils of seaweed and aquatic flora intertwined with the moss-like scales.

It shimmered vibrantly in the ocean, as you glided through the vibrant reefs, leaving a trail of luminous pearls in their wake, so you could be easily tracked by the Deity of the twelve Oceans.

You feel the sudden change of current in the ocean, as he swims near you skillfully, his powerful tail a deep shade of forest green, with a golden hue.

The water lilies swim above you, blooming in your presence as they gently make way for the sunlight to fall upon you both. Following your and Ludwig’s command with perfect harmony.

“You have been wandering quite a lot, I can’t help but be worried about you. I suppose the pearls were a good idea after all”.

Solemnly you nod, as the former giddiness you shared with the fishes fades away into an empty space in your chest. Ludwig takes your hand and together you both take a dive, deeper into the ocean.

The pearls would make a fine jewelry for a more fortunate woman someday, you think, as Ludwig can’t help but collect few in with his hands.

France || Francis Bonnefoy 🇫🇷

A necklace adorned with a delicate array of ethereal feathers, gracefully embraced your neck. In the mirror’s reflection, you could see the reflection of Francis, dreamy expression adorning his face, captivated by your appearance.

You swiftly avert your gaze from his, he gently takes a hold of your hand, pressing a series of tender kisses upon the top of your knuckles, his affectionate gestures ascending to graze your neck.

You don’t bother saying anything, not that he would listen to what do you have to say. Staying still, as he presses kisses across your collarbone, his hands inching towards the sides of your bosom.

In your divine beauty, you stood as a celestial masterpiece, crafted from stardust that cascaded across the vast expanse of the universe. With a single glance, you effortlessly ensnared his heart, drawing him into a realm of enchantment from which he could never escape. Your allure was irresistible and mesmerizing, leaving him forever spellbound by your radiant presence.

His adoration for you knew no bounds. He was madly in love with every curves of your body, his hands tenderly skimmed through the strands of your hair, cherishing each delicate strand. A shudder comes through you as he pushes your dress down, and then presses a passionate kiss on your lips, hands grabbing whatever they could find.

You were the nature’s most precious treasure, indeed.

Sometimes Ludwig helps to satisfy her pent-up energy, but she does have her own sadistic tendencies and can be just as lewd as her male counterpart. I would love to delve into these concepts!! 🐝✨ I hope I didn’t misunderstand the question (?)

Warnings: General yandere themes, dub/non-con, attempt at smut, it’s not that bad or good ig. Please give your opinions!

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Federiges Vergnügen.

It wasn’t as if she wasn’t lusting over you as Ludwig definitely was, she was simply taking her time, wanting to make you feel comfortable and her protectiveness towards you always seemed to tug at her heartstrings whenever you got too nervous near her and Ludwig.

Monika always prioritized your well-being above all else. She couldn’t help but take days off work to observe and take care of you at home. Whether it was ensuring you got out of bed instead of staying depressed or giving you proper bathing sessions, she was always there for you.

At times, it made you feel quite humiliated. She wasn’t unintelligent; she could easily discern your feelings through your body language and the disdainful expression on your face. However, you probably felt more at ease with her than with Ludwig. You always stood close to her and preferred talking to her whenever you needed something. The man was upset about this, but Monika reassured him, promising to find a way for both of you to become closer.

It was a lively party with loud music playing from the speakers. Your head was pounding, and the dress you wore felt tight and uncomfortable. After the party ended, you recall being pulled through the crowd of nations and their darlings by Ludwig and Monika. It only made you feel worse about your own situation.

You felt as if your legs were jelly, swaying around and stumbling into furniture, you didn’t know when but soon enough you ended up in the bedroom.

You also remember feeling bothered after the party, where you encountered many attractive individuals and witnessed several inappropriate incidents. In your intoxicated state, you found yourself exploring your own body with your hands, unable to resist the urge. You struggled to release the mounting pressure that seemed persistent. 

Sleep soon took over for a while, that is until you felt a weight on the bed and your eyes shot open. 

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Встреча

Warnings: Usual YANDERE behaviour, reader having a seizure, poor babygirl fr.

Hope I did it well! This was such a pleasure to write, and I tried to make it fluffy but with creepy Ivan lol. really hope it was to your liking. I’m sorry if it wasn’t so relatable for you ♡ So much going on in the world right now, remember to educate yourself and contribute in anyway you can. ♡

Other work recommended // another one recommended // check out this as well.

The snow crunched under your boots with satisfying sounds as you sped towards the supermarket, your handbag swinging wildly behind you along with the ends of your cape. Your breath formed clouds in the cold air, disappearing as quickly as they appeared.

The supermarket’s fluorescent lights spilled out into the darkening evening, a beacon of warmth against the biting cold. Pushing through the glass doors, you welcomed the sudden rush of heated air, your cheeks tingling with the shift in temperature. The store was surprisingly empty, save for the soft hum of refrigerators and the occasional distant clatter of a shopping cart.

Moving through the aisles, you took a moment to appreciate the solitude that the near-empty supermarket offered. The shelves were neatly stocked, the bright packaging of products creating a kaleidoscope of colors that caught your eye

You sighed with relief, the tension from the cold beginning to melt away. Opening your bag, you searched for the grocery list you had prepared earlier. Your fingers found the crumpled paper tucked away in a side pocket, the handwriting slightly smudged but still legible.

It was a simple list, but it grounded you, a plan to follow amidst the vast array of choices the supermarket offered. You wouldn’t have to debate with yourself in your head on what groceries to pick. The one time you got caught mumbling to yourself was embrassing enough.

First, to the produce section, where the fresh scent of fruits and vegetables filled the air. You selected a few ripe apples, their skin smooth and glossy under the store’s fluorescent lights. Several oranges, all juicy. Then you also picked up a sweet melon.

Next, you navigated to the bakery, where the warm, comforting aroma of freshly baked bread was almost overwhelming. You chose a loaf of crusty bread, imagining the crackle of its crust as you would later break it apart at home.

As you turned towards the dairy aisle, your handbag bumped lightly against the shelves, the sound echoing softly in the quiet store. You were lost in the simple pleasure of shopping, the act of choosing and deliberating bringing a sense of peace. Different from your usual hectic schedule, juggling several university classes and a job was hard on you recently.

It was in the midst of this calm, with your basket slowly filling, that the first warning signs appeared.

A subtle shift in your perception, a light-headedness that seemed out of place. You paused, trying to steady yourself against the sudden wave of dizziness. The colors around you started to blur, the sounds of the supermarket fading into a distant hum.

Your focus narrowed as you tried to push through the disorienting sensations, determined not to let them overshadow the tranquillity of your shopping. But as you reached for a carton of milk, your muscles tensed, an involuntary response that heralded the onset of a seizure.

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Piccolo regalo

Characters/Fandoms/Pairings: Yandere! Lovino Vargas || Romano [Hetalia] x Fem!reader

Warning: This story will contain xplicit yandere themes, proceed with caution [includes non consensual acts, toxic relationship, the like]

Author’s notes:Lovino has definitely been in my mind lately, so have this little snippet I wrote up in a hurry. This was inspired by this piece by @yanderehetaliadrabbles 🌻🐝~~~♡

Also, remember that lot has been going around the world lately, try to educate yourself and contribute as much as you can.

The kitchen was infused with the enticing aroma of sizzling eggplant as you carefully fried the golden slices in a pan, observing as they reached the perfect balance of tenderness and crispiness.

On any other day, you would have joyfully taken a few bites, turned on the radio to sway to some tunes, and effortlessly navigated the kitchen to gather ingredients and clean up. However, today, sombre thoughts preoccupied your mind, leaving you focused solely on the task at hand.

A slight frown took on your lips as you adjusted the ribbon, holding back your hair. Yeah, you weren’t really in the mood for swaying around and being carefree.

An almost alarming smell caught your attention as you instinctively set the fried eggplant slices aside on a plate lined with paper towels to drain. Slightly burnt but not too much to be concerned about.

Mistakes happen, and nothing is too perfect. It was the bitter truth, and one you accepted as you continued with the preparation of the dish.

Nothing is too perfect. Mistakes were human. You almost vividly recalled the countless times you’d watched your nonna prepare this beloved dish. She seemed to be so perfectly superior in her skills, but you remember her laughing about her own mistakes in her childhood when it was your time to take on the kitchen.

People weren’t perfect, and no matter how superior or skilled they seemed, they were bound to slip up. That was being human. Humans weren’t perfect, and neither were relationships.

Wiping your hands on your apron, you turned your attention to the tomato sauce, a crucial component that would add depth and richness to the dish. You tried not to think, think, and think. But you were always such a feisty smart ass for your own good.

Perhaps that extended to everything else as well. Ah, were you so blindsided by love that you couldn’t see the signs any sooner? The cracks in your lover until it was too late? Maybe it was because he seemed so perfect. Someone who could love you despite the edges you had and cherish all your faults. He was too perfect to be human.

Trying to suppress the shaking of your hand, you sautéed onions and garlic in a seperate pot until translucent, then added canned tomatoes, letting the mixture simmer and thicken to perfection.

But he wasn’t even human, and neither was he perfect. Nothing can be too perfect for everyone.

You tightened the apron around your waist, opening the curtains wider, allowing a strong beam of sunlight to flood the kitchen. The golden rays illuminated the room, casting a warm glow on the countertops and appliances. Outside, the gentle rustling of olive trees could be heard and seen, their branches heavy with ripe olives ready for harvest.

To Romano though, you were perfect. Too perfect maybe, your confident suave nature resonated well with him, balancing his fiery intense attitude. Mostly what pulled you both together though was pure passion for things you both loved. Both of you were so supportive and protective of each other, even embracing the faults.

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