a/n: little warning that this is HEAVILY inspired by sayori from ddlc, specifically the scene where she tells mc about her depression. this could pass as an england x sayori fic. mm also my last two posts have lowk been some bullshit so im tryna get back into writing longer stuff!! hope u enjoyy
summary: you finally confess your depression to arthur after dating him for a few months….
you buried your face deeper into the blankets as you heard your front door open and arthur’s smooth voice announcing that it was him. not that you didn’t want him over, actually, you loved when he came over, but you had just been so tired today. well, you were tired every day, but today was especially bad. you’d been in and out of consciousness all day. when you found your brain to be an enemy, sleep was your weapon. your brain couldn’t torture you if you weren’t awake to listen to it.
that’s probably why arthur was here, though. you hadn’t answered any of his texts or calls. he really did try his best not to smother you, understanding better than anyone that it was annoying, but he couldn’t help but worry. you trusted him enough to let give him a copy of your house key though, so he’d figured it wouldn’t hurt to check on you.
it was about seven in the afternoon. the sunlight forced its way through your windows, right over your face. the sheets smelled like your own skin. it was too warm for a blanket, but you didn’t want to push it off. why bother, anyway?
“oh, love…” arthur had opened the door, and spotted you curled up in bed. he’s scolded you about this so many times. he didn’t have anything new to say anymore. he simply sighed and went around, opening your windows to let some fresh air in. god knows you needed it.
you sat up in bed (so much efforttt), feeling kind of ashamed of yourself. you didn’t want it to get this bad, but it wasn’t like you were choosing this. your mind was a wild beast and you were at its mercy. but now it was affecting arthur too. and you never wanted that to happen. these feelings and arthur were meant to be two very separate worlds. in one world, you let yourself feel every ounce of self-loathing and emptiness that your brain demanded from you, and in the other, you doted on arthur and scratched his back and kissed him on the head and all that mushy stuff.
you couldn’t help it though. you just felt so… stupid and worthless. why subject arthur to bear the weight of your emotions when they don’t matter anyway? why let him waste his time and money on trying to make you happy? i mean… you always acted happy anyway. but nothing really filled that emptiness. no amount of mental stimulation or shopping could fill it. you’d felt like this forever. you knew that getting arthur wrapped up in your mess was wrong, and how badly you wanted to hurt yourself for it. you wound him so bad with this illness of yours, you’re such a terrible lover to him, he really should find someone that can feel any type of fulfillment from how wonderful he is. your brain repeated it to you over and over and over and over. you didn’t realize how lost in thought you were, rocking left to right slightly from your sitting position. the fresh air was nice, you thought, as it brushed against your face. arthur always knew what you needed.
arthur sat down on the edge of the bed, and immediately you schooled your expression to be something worth looking at. though you felt that no matter what you did, your face was a purposeless piece of flesh.
he looked at you for a few moments, and you hated his expression. he looked so concerned. you wanted to rip your hair out and start smashing dishes at the thought. you didn’t want him to ponder over how you feel. you wanted him to be happy. that’s the only way you get any enjoyment out of life, is seeing other people happy. it gives some sort of purpose for living, to see other people’s smiling faces.
“what’s going on with you, dear?” arthur’s voice was so soft, always the gentleman, of course. you didn’t want him to be so caring. you didn’t feel like you deserved that kindness, after how selfish you’ve been. you’ve truly been a shit lover to him. really just good for nothing, laying in bed and moping all day. your brain was so cruel.
“well…” you started, but didn’t know how to finish it. not with the sun glinting off his blonde hair and the furrow in his brow, not with your bedhead and shirt you’ve worn for five days now. instinctively you started to bite at the skin around your fingernails. how could you explain anything like this to him?
“you know, i’ve been depressed my entire life.” you paused, thinking to yourself. your very careful expression of happiness started to look so sad. but you weren’t really sad. “i just feel kinda… gutted all the time, if that’s the right way to put it. i don’t really have any value.” you looked back at arthur. god, you hated that look on his face, but now that you started speaking you felt like you couldn’t stop yourself from spilling all of it. “i love that you love me, and i love you too, but i hate you so much when you worry about me. it makes me feel bad. i know you can’t really help it, and i’m sorry for being so selfish.”
arthur just looked at you, with his thumb gently caressing your hand where he held his over yours. he nodded slowly, seemingly needing to show that he accepted your feelings. you wouldn’t have blamed him if he rejected you. he brought your hand up to his face and kissed your palm, and you felt so sad. but you felt happy too. i guess you felt a lot of things, but strangely also nothing at the same time. “…okay. it’s alright, i understand. i’ll help you get cleaned up. we ought to go for a walk then, yeah?”
you really didn’t have the energy, but maybe he knew what was best for you. it’s not like sleeping in bed all day was fixing any of your problems anyway. i mean… maybe he knew about this stuff, maybe he could help you, maybe you could rely on him. even if you hated it the whole time, wishing you had never been born. you wished he’d never come into your life, then you wouldn’t be faced with such mental turmoil at his generosity. it wasn’t his fault though, you knew you couldn’t blame him, it was yours for being so selfish, for being honest and ruining the perfect balance you two had.
you sighed and nodded along with his words. he really was sweet to you. he spent so much of his time worrying about how you were doing and what he could do to aid you. he pulled you (gently) along with him to the bathroom to help you wash your hair. he was being so optimistic, despite everything. just this once you let yourself be a little selfish, because his nails scratching your scalp felt like a blessing against your busy head.
a/n: sorry if it’s all over the place and doesnt have a lot of dialogue💔 my brain cant do all that rn!! anyway expect yantalia and prussia fics soon
hetalia nations react to your son doing the "shut up, bitch" prank to you (ﾒ ﾛ ´)
a/n: i havent posted in a minute im so sorry😭😭 also everyone stream america no joo by cymbals right now
characters: japan, italy, romano, germany, prussia, russia, china, france, canada, england, america, scotland, sweden
cw: nonezies!!
kiku honda 🇯🇵 japan
he gasps, "that's rude."
respect for your elders is a huge thing in his culture and he can't believe the child he helped raise would say that. he takes it SO seriously and it ready to ground your son for life until you explain that it's a prank.
feliciano vargas 🇮🇹 north italy
"whaat?? did you just say??"
he's upset for you of course, but ultimately he would've left it in your hands because he can't stand to make his baby sad.
lovino vargas 🇮🇹 romano/south italy
if looks could kill your son would be long gone, and tells them to apologize right now. is also ready to ground them forever until he sees you laugh and lets up.
ludwig beilschmidt 🇩🇪 germany
"WAS???,!!"
almost loses his shit honestly. he bolts up from the couch genuinely ready to hit your son if he needs to. he shakes his head when you laugh and tell him it's a joke.
gilbert beilschmidt 🇩🇪 prussia
whips his head around and yells your son's full name. he's all about family and discipline and stuff so he's really ripping them a new one (verbally). he won't stop to let you get a word in so you'll just have to laugh at your poor son.
ivan braginski 🇷🇺 russia
he's shocked that your son had the audacity to even try that, and he just stares at them. your kid was intimidated and was gonna say sorry anyway even though they knew it was a joke until you explain the prank to ivan.
yao wang 🇨🇳 china
icl he might actually hit your kid on the head for speaking to you like that, and it takes a couple seconds of everyone yelling at him that it was a joke to get him to calm down. he doesn't play about disrespect.
francis bonnefoy 🇫🇷 france
gasps and grabs them by the ear, making them apologize to you, all while ranting about how disrespectful that it. it isn't until both you and your son are laughing that he realizes something it up.
matthew williams 🇨🇦 canada
"oh goodness, don't talk to your parents like that!"
obviously he's not very assertive, but it gets the point across (he's so sweet💔). like italy, he would've left it in your hands because he wasn't sure if your son was listening to him anyway.
arthur kirkland 🏴 england
"bloody hell! what did you just say!!??"
he goes on a long rant about horrible that was and how he never wants to hear anything like that come from them again, and pauses when he looks over at you to sees you trying not to laugh.
alfred f. jones 🇺🇸 america
maybe one of the only times you see him genuinely angry at your kid, but he lowk blames himself for raising them so spoiled.
“dude!! don’t talk to your mom/dad like that….”
he’s trying his best to defend your honor and laughs when you tell him it was a joke.
allistor kirkland 🏴 scotland
"AY, if ya widnae talk to me like that, ya dinnae talk to ya mother/father like that!"
PISSED about this. you have to grab him before he launches up from the couch and explain that it's just a joke. your son is lucky that allistor didn't reach him.
berwald oxenstierna 🇸🇪 sweden
he just stares at his son because nothing is funny to him about that and tells them to go to their room. your kid actually does it, thats how scary he can be.
a/n: so how many of. yall watch slushy noobz… also yes i know i laid it on thick with allistors accent but i love writing scottish accents out ok?ok
cw: none! (also the crime is minor, like stealing a t-shirt or something.. so u just get held in the station overnight)
kiku honda 🇯🇵 japan
kiku barely understands you because of how fast you're talking to try and explain what happened and ask him to come get you.
"i see… um…"
"kiku?? kiku hello please??"
"this is troubling… i could get germany's help? or maybe england…"
"or we don't tell literally everyone!!"
he's so confused bless
feliciano vargas 🇮🇹 italy
"ciao!"
"FELICIANO HELP"
"WHAT!!! ARE YOU OKAY??"
"im in jail you have to come get me!"
"ve…”
he was scared you were in a real emergency and would have to get germany to help you. then he's just confused about what you did to get arrested.
lovino vargas 🇮🇹 romano/south italy
hangs up the phone because it's a collect call.
ludwig beilschmidt 🇩🇪 germany
ludwig expected italy to be on the other side of the line honestly, and he turns into the emoji as soon as he hears you.
"i got arrested."
"excuse you?"
you have to explain everything that happened in great detail.
"-anyway this place is gross, can you come get me out?"
sighh "okay, ja. i'll be zhere soon.”
gilbert beilchmidt 🇩🇪 prussia/east germany
he bursts out laughing, kinda just astonished. after a couple seconds he calms down.
"not the response i wanted!!"
"that is so kickass!"
"i'm scared."
"okay, frau/herr, zhe awesome prussia will be there to get you out!"
surprisingly enough, his disciplined side has him scolding you for a few minutes right in front of the officer that arrested you.
yao wang 🇨🇳 china
"HAAAH!?"
first he yells at you and calls you stupid, and then he laughs at you. the idea of you in a jail cell is genuinely hilarious to him. he laughs in your face over the phone for 10 minutes straight.
"…can you come get me?"
"LMFAOO NO"
(he's coming to get you anyway)
ivan braginski 🇷🇺 russia
"you what!? where are you?" poor thing is genuinely shocked, thinking you did something horrible. he relaxes when you tell him it was a misunderstanding.
"can you please come get me ivan?"
"ah… alright, рыбка, i will be there to handle it soon."
ominous… whatever he did, he got you out in just a couple minutes, contrary to the two hour wait time that the officer who arrested you had said.
matthew williams 🇨🇦 canada
freaks out a little bit.
"oh, honey!! i'll be there soon with snacks okay?"
"thank you matthew omfg"
arguably the best person to call for this sort of thing, even if the police don't notice him when he tries to explain that he's here to get you. he does scold you a little on the way home about how you have to be more careful.
francis bonnefoy 🇫🇷 france
"how scandalous, mon cher! what did you do?"
he hums after you explain everything.
"worry not, ma cherie, i will reclaim your freedom shortly!"
"does that mean you're coming?"
"i'm already en route."
arthur kirkland 🏴 england
the automated voice of the county jail phone line reminds him of his punk days. but then he hears you and you don't even get a chance to speak.
"oh god… what happened?"
"it wasn't anything bad!!"
"well, if it wasn't anything bad, you wouldn't be calling me from jail."
you give him a quick rundown of the story, and he sighs.
"alright, i'll come get you. don't say anything else until i get there."
alfred f. jones 🇺🇸 america
"NO WAYY LMAOOO THATS AWESOME"
"alfred."
"alright, alright. i'll come save you!! wait up for me, babe!"
as expected of the hero, he busts into the police station, causes a ruckus, and almost gets arrested himself.
berwald oxenstierna 🇸🇪 sweden
he's silent for like five minutes after you explain what happened and you can't tell if he's laughing at you in his mind or disappointed.
"well, that's not good."
"yeah, you're telling me. can you come pick me up?”
"ja, sure."
lukas bondevik 🇳🇴 norway
you can hear him smirking over the phone while you explain the situation to him.
"i leave you alone for FIVE minutes."
"lukas.”
"i can't believe i'm dating a criminal."
"lukas, stop. can you come get me now?"
"fine, fine. i'll be there."
he teases you about it forever.
a/n: wanted to do something lighter, not sure how good this is
a/n: we're making it out of scandinavia with this one😲😲
summary: you and sweden go on a picnic together!! (this is just cute fluffy stuff) (reader is kinda awkward and strange) (also like modern ig? you have a phone) (lowk projected onto the reader a little bit sorry)
you waited patiently on the bench just outside the park entrance. the white glow of the early morning dragged across the trees, onto the pavement, and up to your feet as you stared at a small dandelion growing in-between two tiles. when you reached down to drag the tip of your finger across the petals, you noticed the dew that was left behind. maybe you should've scheduled this to be a little later in the morning…
the light refracted off a small windchime the pigeon lady had set up on the gate, the clinquant tinkling of the decoration pulled you from your trance. your palms were sweating as they curled around the handle of your wicker basket tighter than before. the smell of rattan and wood drifted by in the breeze, along with the distinct scent of your body wash.
it reminded you of last night, when you spent two hours laying in the bathtub with the heels of your hands pressed tight against your eyelids. you weren't sure whether to be catatonic with joy or disemboweled by your own anxiety. you'd woken up early for this in a frenzy, feeling like you jumping out of your skin and demanding to move quicker than your body feasibly could. you wondered if he felt the same type of painful tingling worry that you did. or maybe this was just an average day.
you checked the time on your phone, 8:27 in the morning. your leg tapped uncontrollably as you sifted through the contents of your basket again, making sure everything still looked good. it wasn't like this was your first ever date, but, it was just different. mothers pushing strollers and rowdy groups of teens passed by, causing you to look up and finally inspect your surroundings again. it wasn't any different than the first fifteen (15) times you inspected it. the blooming trees diffused their petals into the wind, and the soft animals living within their branches recited birdsong and carried acorns up to their nests full of even smaller critters searching for the warmth of their mothers.
"hey." berwald's voice cut through your cloudy daydream and stabbed straight into your chest, really getting the blood pumping. your head whipped around with a startled expression before realizing you probably shouldn't come off as a lunatic.
"hey," you echoed him as you stood up, figuring you should lead with a compliment. "you look good."
"thank you, i appreciate that." he sounded just about as flat and serious as he normally did, which to anybody else may have been intimidating, but you found it sort of endearing. you both naturally fell in step with one another, you on the left, berwald on the right. the clatter of two pairs of shoes on the stone ground and the feeling of his body walking alongside yours had him fully occupying your mind. this was only your second date, but he'd already called you his spouse. he was fascinating alright. i mean, you didn't really mind. you'd known him for a while before you started dating, er, going on dates.
instead of walking down the set pathes in the park, you took him down a more secluded trail. mostly for the view, but partly because small droves of people freaked you out. crowds weren't so bad, but small groups just felt weird.
petals padded the bottom of your shoes, making you steps quieter. you could hear more of the birds, notice things you hadn't. berwald had his usual flat affect as he looked up at the canopy where the morning sun's rays danced through to bless the forest floor. you admired him for second before turning away. didn't want to be strange.
conversation started flowing like a precious stream off of a big, clear creek. that's a joke. you both weren't very good conversationalists, but in an effort to try and get to know each other's hobbies more, you both stepped out of your comfort zone a little. most of what you two said was short and sweet, as rowdy jokes and the like weren't either for your fortes. flowers, finland & sealand, drama within your family, the battles he's been in, the conversation evolved and took its own shape, something distinct between you both.
finally, you stopped in a clearing. it had a couple picnic tables, but you had both brought blankets, so you decided to sit on the ground anyway. the grass, as it turns out, makes a wonderful cushion, and the cool breeze eased your nerves. you both brought some traditional food from your respective countries, agreeing that variety was good. you snacked on some potato pancakes in silence while berwald took a sip of water. he really had a way of making you feel like you belonged there and alienating you beyond belief. not that it was his fault, all he was doing was sitting there, but you were simply so awkward. you couldn't deny that settling in your stomach and muscles, that commanded everything to relax and slow down.
aside from the occasional comment on how tasty the food was or how something in particular was prepared, the rest of the meal felt into a natural quiet rhythm. you really wished you could read berwald's mind, pull out was he was thinking and feeling and hold it in your hands, like something physical you could inspect.
if you have been able to, you'd find that he had already catalogued everything you had said and was enjoying this eumoirous moment. as much as he wanted to strike up new conversation, he feared it was too embarrassing to do so when you were both at such ease.
the silence extended, save for a quick glance in each other's direction. you just enjoyed the food and nice weather, and he did that weird blinking thing he does. you know how, when cats are with someone they trust, they blink slowly at them to show their love and affection? yeah, that's what berwald did. it took you a couple weeks after you two first really started showing interest in each other to realize that was why he blinked like that sometimes.
you sat up, unconsciously mirroring his posture, and he looked over at you, his eyes lingering on your face longer than he meant. he looked away. you did too. you couldn't understand this weird tension between you two, and you didn't know how to fix it.
you looked around you again. the sun had begun to traverse its course through the sky, giving the sky that familiar blue hue that every human in the world knew so well. the breeze had picked up to a light wind, rustling the wildflowers and tall grass around you. the vibrant colors dancing together like lovers during their honeymoon. somewhere in the world, the sea was rushing to shore, and the stars were glowing above, but here you were.
with him. you realized that you'd been thinking about him so much that you'd forgotten to do what you do best, observe and take in your surroundings. he had a habit of occupying your mind once he got in there, and something was telling you his experience wasn't too far off. you looked at him again, he looked back, and you leaned a little closer without thinking.
"we should come back here again… there's a lake, about a ten (10) minute walk from here. if you'd want to go." really, you were kind of just looking for a reason to see him again. now that you come to think of it, you probably didn't need an expressed reason to see him anymore. he'd probably be fine with you just showing up. well… you already asked.
"ja, sure." he deadpanned back to you. sometimes you found it kind of amusing. by now you knew that his solemn expression was literally just his resting face, so it didn't bother you anymore. not like you were much better at socializing. having to talk to a stranger made your hands shakey and the idea of embarrassing yourself was paralyzing.
you two gathered up all your belongings and set back on the trail. you checked the time on your phone. 10:02 in the morning. damn! almost an hour and a half. i mean, if berwald wasn't here, you would've spent that hour and a half sleeping in or doing something unproductive to pass the time. so, it was a morning well spent.
as you two approached the exit to the park, you started drafting ways to say goodbye in your head. this was always the most awkward part, because the timing had to be right for it to seem natural. but you came up fully short as you guys stood still, facing each other, right beside the exit. your heart was beating harder than you'd like it to, and he couldn't figure out how to say bye without sounding disinterested.
finally, you decided to go for the jump. you took a step closer, leaning up and bringing your face closer to his. he flinched back maybe half an inch, so you flinched back too, thinking you royally fucked this up. he glanced at you then your lips, then back at you. you did the same, and you two started inching closer to each other. god, this was awkward. when your lips met, it was only for a split second, as your noses hit each other. after what felt like an eternity, you both managed to lean into an actual kiss. the tension was so worth it for this.
when you both pulled away, both of your were embarrassed but happy. you quickly said your goodbyes to each other and walked away, but damn, at least it was something. the walk home mostly consisted of you holding yourself together until you got back to your house and could freak out on yourself for doing that. berwald was embarrassed by how he flinched but ultimately enjoyed the date.
a/n: ogghguau idk how good this is….. i didnt really do a lot of characterizing just action stuff soz
yan!norway, romano, & prussia x gn!reader hcs ₍^. .^₎Ⳋ
a/n: continuation of my last post!! i looove norway pmg
characters: norway, romano, prussia
cw: general yan stuff, stalking mostly….. also kidnapping
lukas bondevik 🇳🇴 norway
like england (see last post for more info), he's another nation that i feel is a pretty unlikely yandere. he was mostly impartial to you the first time he met you, but the more he saw you around, maybe you were friends with finland or worked at a market he frequented, the more small details he noticed. he's surprisingly good at reading people and picking out the small things. he watches your walking gait, how you adjust your hair, the way you fumble with your hands whenever you drop something. he likes to appreciate the little things about people and really get to know them. but he prefers to do this directly, instead of watching from afar. his involvement in your life isn't sudden, it's very gradual. he slowly familiarizes you with his presence. he doesn't want you to be scared when he starts showing up to your front door asking to take a walk (you never gave him your address?) or when he picks up a bag of your favorite fruits/veggies (how did he know that?). he's one of those types of yanderes that you don't really realize until it's way too late to back out, with the ironclad safety net he's built around you. if not that, his flat affect might throw you off anyway. he tries to subtly manipulate you by using his knowledge of your psyche to really get into your head. he starts dropping little hints, almost subliminals even, that perhaps your friends don't have your best interest in mind or that blood is never thicker than water, effectively dividing you from your immediate circle. part of it is genuine worry, another part is guided by his obsession he has with you.
kidnapping you isn't really something he considers until you start struggling against his proverbial web harder than he'd like, and you actually start pulling away. he isn't really sure what to do with you at first. should he be more present and concerned, or will you pull away harder? should he just let you go, and give up all the work he's put into this? as our queen monika said "is it love if i take you, or is it love if i set you free?"
ultimately, he decides to kidnap you. he'd keep you far off in a nice cottage on an island far from shore, where your only friends are him and the sea. he's incredibly regretful of this, because, as conniving as i make him seem, everything he does comes from a real place of care and fear for your wellbeing. obviously, holding you captive is a threat to your wellbeing. but he knows what's best for you, even if it hurts now. watching you cry and beg him to let you go home hurts him so bad. but he tells himself that you'll learn to live with it, or live with him rather. he tries to spend as much time as possible with you, but duty evidently calls and he can't keep away from the nordics too long before they worry about him. so he gets you a cat/dog (whichever you prefer) to keep you company while he's away.
being an introvert, norway needs time to be alone and collect himself, away from people. this would be his main gripe, if you're too clingy. if you're too distant, however, he'll be irritated that you wont spend time with him after all the effort he put into this. unfortunately, you'll have to learn to read his moods, or he might snap at you a bit. balance is key here, and it could earn you certain freedoms the more he thinks you're settling into living with him.
escape is nearly impossible. well, i say nearly, but it's closer to fully. the island you're on is distant and privately owned by him. the only things on it is a small stretch of grass (the home's backyard), a small garden (to give you something to do outside), a boreal forest, the steep black cliffs, and a lighthouse (it's decommissioned, don't think about sending out a radio SOS signal). but let's say you catch a boat or something and make it back to mainland, well he has cameras all over the island, so all it takes is tracking down the boat and finding the port it's stationed. you won't get very far.
his main love languages are acts of service (giving gifts) and quality time. surprisingly, he loves to buy you clothing. he always kind of had an interest in fashion, so he loves getting to be your part-time tailor. otherwise, he likes to spend time cooking together or walking together or gardening together. just in silence. mostly, anyway. he's a confusing one.
lovino vargas 🇮🇹 romno/south italy (basically this whole thing is a song ref and if u catch it ur literally the goat)
at his core, lovino is a deeply insecure man. he's lived his life in the shadow of his brother, outshined by him in every aspect. his artistry, energy, talent for cleaning, and overall likeableness. not that he doesn't love his brother, he really does, but god does he hate him so much sometimes. he's use to being harsh to divert people's attention from his lack of skills and his fragile ego is a result of being pushed to the side for years.
but then, as all these stories go, he meets you. and you're wonderful. something that not even feliciano deserved. your patience, your kindness, your softness of the touch. just… you. you pull him together. there's only been a few times in his life where he really felt any sense of peace or rest, and here you are showing it to him without hesitation or a care in the world. he doesn't outwardly act much different towards you than anyone else, at least not at first, but he tries not to be so hellish.
you remember catching fireflies during summer as a kid? well, that's basically how he views you. you're a little fuzzy ball of light and warmth, wriggling in his hands. so he builds you a mteaphorical jar of your own, with lots of leaves and fertile soil. honestly, part of the reason he kidnaps you is because he doesn't want his brother to reach you. you're the first thing in his life that makes him hate his brother. when it comes to you, at least, he starts seeing feliciano as someone who corrupts everything good in his (lovino's) life. if you were able to talk to his brother, well, feliciano would just sweep you off your feet. it's not your fault, he's just that charming. at least, that's how lovino sees it.
the main part, though, is this burning possession he feels over you. he discovered your warmth, so finders keepers losers weepers. he's always kinda pitied himself, maybe he didn't show it, but he resents himself for being so useless. but with you, he has to admit that instead of feeling sorry for himself, he feels sorry for you. he really doesn't wanna fuck this up, even thought he knows he already fucking it up by kidnapping you in the first place.
should you escape, which i can't see being very difficult, he'll be so fucking angry at you for leaving him after he showed you all this vulnerabilities. knowing there was someone out there that knew everything about him was terrifying, so he'll hunt you down. he might have to borrow a couple tricks from germany, which is disgusting, but the end justifies the means here. once he drags you home, he'll be surprisingly quiet almost docile. just… watches you move about the house or throw a tantrum because you're stuck here again. this uninterested front of his will only last a couple days before that fiery passion burning beneath the surface finally rises, and he blows up at you, yelling at you and scolding you for what you did. he won't put his hands on you, because that's not right, but he certainly won't be happy.
contrary to popular belief, he's actually a true romantic. well, he tries his damndest to be. he'll buy you bouquets of roses and cook you fancy dinners, simply because he loves all that mushy, traditional stuff. physical touch depends on how his day went, but if he wants it he REALLY wants it and if he doesn't then absolutely stay away. he likes when you cook with him or tell him about the book you're reading at the moment, little domestic things like that.
gilbert beilschmidt 🇩🇪 prussia/east germany
one of gilbert's biggest struggles is loneliness and his lack of true human connection. sure, he carries himself with pride and presents himself as awesome and confident, but he values friendship and brotherhood more than anything. he's lost many people though, and finds himself struggling to open up again.
you're interesting though. like norway, he doesn't really notice you at first, or rather, doesn't acknowledge you as someone he'd fall in love with. he's surprisingly disciplined, so he doesn't let his emotions falter so easily. well, he tried to. he's used to pushing his emotions down, but you pulled them right back up, until he was in this odd metaphorical tug-of-war with you. he doesn't want to fall too hard and lose you too, but the idea of having a fix to that loneliness that permeated his life constantly sounded very appealing.
so he gave you a chance, and obviously we know how it went. at first, your company was like a soothing balm, then it became something that kept him down to earth, then it became the first thing he sought out when he had a free moment, and at some point he realized he couldn't live without it. it was a very gradual process, and by the time the other nations started realizing how bad he was getting, it was way too late for him. and for you.
with you, he didn't have to be lonely. he realized he didn't HAVE to lose you like he did everyone else. you could be his constant, when nothing else was permanent, there was you. he became obsessed with the idea of having something special that never left and nobody else could have. just something uniquely his own, something he could trust. so he decides that there's too many risks in the outside world for you. not that he thought you were weak, well, maybe a little, but the world was full of liars and thieves and political enemies that could be out to get you. so keeping you where he could see you was the only way he could ensure your safety. i can imagine him vowing to never do something he’d regret in his life, so he makes sure that this is the best option. but of course, he’s more than a little biased.
you could try escaping, but his house's security system catches you the moment you set foot outside. he runs a tight ship, you know. with his house, at least. not with you. with you, he's surprisingly leniant. he'll let you off the hook for just about anything, as long as you're still laying next to him by the time you two go to bed. he'd be pretty upset though, if you left. he wanted to hope that you'd stay, that you'd fill whatever hole he has in his heart that stops him from fully connecting with others. but ultimately, i think he'd forgive you.
really, he's happy to just be around you. even if you hate him, or you two are just doing your own thing, he likes to feel your presence there. he loves to take care of you as well, whatever that might entail. raising his baby brother revealed the nurturing streak he has. he'll make food for you (though it might not be spectacular), and he'll go out of his way to indulge in your hobbies with you. hoping you'll do the same back. his love language would probably be quality time, but he can definitely appreciate physical touch too.
a/n: writing for romano is so fun, but i feel like im not very good at it
a/n: this is my first time using tumblr…. forgiv me if mess this up somehow ^_^" anyway this is just general stuff….. i dont rly have any ideas for scenarios yet. also sorry if they seem repetitive
characters: japan, italy, germany, russia, china, canada, england, france, america, sweden (i'll probably do prussia, romano, and norway in the next few days)
cw: mentions of abuse, stalking, sh, general yan stuff
kiku honda 🇯🇵 japan
kiku is a stalker, at first anyway. something in you enamored him, kept him coming back for more, to satiate some curiosity he had inside of him. he was naturally investigative, and applied his knowledge for sight-seeing and photography to you, his blooming flower. he liked to appreciate the finer details of you and really understand you through and through. so much so that he forgot the big picture, that you were your own person. at some point, in his mind, you became this idealized set of traits that he knew and expected, and got a little lost whenever you deviated from them.
it was never his intention to hold you hostage, he was perfectly content with laying low and loving you from afar. but one day you figured him out, and he had to act quickly. he's actually pretty good under pressure, so whisking you away and framing it as a suicide or runaway was easy peasy lemon squeezy.
honestly, his main motivation in kidnapping you is just keeping you tied down. at the very least, he gets a more hands-on experience with his set-of-traits flower. he does slightly regret keeping you from society, but thats mostly because he doesn't get to see you move in your natural habitat anymore. everything you do now is swayed by your fear and hatred of him.
he keeps you fed, and obviously you're safe. i don't think he'd physically harm you if he didn't have to, he finds it brutish and cruel. he'd probably keep you chained to the floor, allowing you to move around the house. escape attempts would be met with a very hasty response to catch you before you stray too far. "punishments" would just be extended sensory deprivation. no light, no/very little food, no noise, and chained down fully. he'd keep you like that until you're scratching the walls and begging him to let you out.
he kinda sees you like a cat, and expects you to act like it. with cats, the more you try to force your love upon them, the harder they pull away. but if you leave them alone, they'll come to you and love you all the more. thats why kiku didn't really want to kidnap you in the first place. he wanted you to come to him, if at all. since that didn't work out, now he expects you to seek him out in his home, instead of coming to check on you, unless you've been rotting your room for too long.
feliciano vargas 🇮🇹 italy
he is just delusional. he fully believes that you guys were fated to be together, and that anything outside of this concept is horrible. he's had plenty of partners in the past, and when you made him feel different, made him feel something new and all-consuming, he just knew you two had to be together. feliciano would cling onto you tight, and throw a fit when you tell him to let go.
germany and japan tried to step in, to tell him that he was too attached to you and that it was some kind of disorder. but what do they know? they've never felt love like he's feeling it, they just don't get it.
should you try to leave him, whether physically or just cutting tethers, he would start bawling. he'll cling onto your legs, beg you not to leave him. really, he doesn't understand why you wound him so. if he loves you this much, there's no way you don't reciprocate. guilt-tripping is his first defense, but if he has to keep you locked up in his house to know where you are, so you don't tear away something beautiful, then he will. it really does hurt him to do so, especially when you cry about how much you miss your friends and family. but that's okay! just being around you makes him feel better, so he'll comfort you and kiss you on the head and hope to god that this is just a phase and that your true feelings will shine through eventually.
honestly, i couldn't really imagine him punishing you at all. he figures that because he truly loves you, he shouldn't do anything that would diminish the wonderful spark you have (though this puts him in a really weird moral dilemma when you beg him to let you go). if you escape, he'll lose his mind searching for you, even getting germany's (reluctant) help. once he has you back in his grasp, he'll just be happy to have you home.
i could imagine him showering you in gifts, trying anything desperately to get you to love him as much as he loves you. he's not good with rejection, so he begs and begs you to love him so he doesn't have to face it.
ludwig beilschmidt 🇩🇪 germany
germany is arguably one of the strictest nations on this list. at first, he didn't really understand his feelings for you. he knew that he liked you more than he liked other people, but couldn't figure out why or what to call that emotion. over months of almost dropping himself into your life unexpectedly and observing you (much like he did with italy), he eventually decided that what he felt was love.
he thought he could stop there. he figured that once he accepted it was love, things would progress naturally. he really never meant to let it get this bad, and at some point he stopped caring. he was so entranced by everything you did that he simply couldn't let you out of his sight. he knew he could fight, and he knew he was good at that, but if he couldn't keep an eye on you at all times, how could he put his skills to use? he needed to protect you, and, on a deeper level, he needed to feel that sense of control over the things he loves.
so he kept you cooped up on his property, where he could guarantee your safety. i think his punishments would be physical, but never with his hands. he has some sort of complex about hurting you with his hands, feeling your skin under his palm when he hits you makes him doubt everything he's been doing for months. maybe he'll use a baton or a crop, whatever he has on hand really.
should you escape (which would be a miracle, considering the tight grip he holds on you), he'll immediately send out envoys and spies to track you down and drag you right back. you could get yourself badly hurt out there, and what would he do then? it feels like his whole being relies on you to keep up his routine. how he processes threats and keeps everything in his life orderly and understood, it's all through a filter of you! it use to get on his nerves, since he always regarded himself as self-sufficient, but now you're sufficient on him too, which is a new dynamic he has to get used to.
day-to-day, he has a very strict routine, and he holds you to that standard as much as he holds himself to it. you wake up with him, you get ready with him, you make breakfast (or help him do it), kiss him goodbye when he leaves, and welcome him home when he comes back. basically, as long as you listen and don't fall behind, you'll be okay.
ivan braginski 🇷🇺 russia
ivan falls fast, and he falls hard. you really can't give a mouse a cookie, because all it takes is one kindness for him. he naturally gravitates towards anybody that's a sweetheart, much to your dismay as he latches on like a leech and doesn't let go. his possession to hold something close evolves rapidly into your complete isolation.
there's this need within ivan to look for a support to fall back on, and the damned soul that happens to be his support will feel the full tidal wave of his love 24/7. unfortunately, this want for something to hold onto will make him incredibly suspicious of you all the time, constantly worried that you're planning to leave him. if you left him, he'd be facing the cold winter swirling within his brain all alone again, which is something that just can't happen.
all he's ever wanted was a simple, traditional life. something that makes sense and can sustain him until the day his nation falls. so, to satiate himself, he basically forces you into a tradwife role (no matter your gender). the punishment for failing to meet his standards is surely physical. i mean, you know how often and how badly he beats the baltics, why wouldn't he do the same to you? it keeps people in line and listening to him, without any extra hassle.
escape is a joke to him. sure, if you'd like to try traversing through the unforgiving russian winter, you can go ahead and do that. when you're just about to go hypothermic, he'll come by and rescue you. well, he might. he doesn't really understand how fragile humans can be, not until something terrible happens to you and you have to explain it to him.
despite all this, he's incredibly affectionate, suffocatingly so. if he's not in contact with you at all times, then he's at least in the same room, watching you do chores, or knit, or read a russian classic, or whatever hobbies he assigned you to keep you sane. he's constantly kissing and hugging you, and expects you to do it back.
yao wang 🇨🇳 china
never in his 4000 years did he think he'd end up in this situation, especially with how independent he's been. you came along and rocked his boat, so to speak. not that he's never been in love before, but this intensity is new and exciting. it's also extremely overwhelming and stresses him out, so there will probably be an extended period of time where he avoids you like the plague in hopes that it will go away.
when it doesn't, he starts wondering how he can channel this energy into something beneficial, since that's how he's always lived. evaluating his own skills and the skills of everyone around him to make the most of everything, that guarantees success. so he observes you. your hobbies, eating habits, exercise, coping mechanisms, childhood, relationships, things like that. he wants to support you, to make you into the best version of you, the kind that matches up with the ideal in his head.
and he tries to do that normally, his first instinct isn't to kidnap you, but it turns out you're very stuck in your ways. so he figures that, if he wants to help you the best he can, he needs to be monitoring you at all times of the day. he'll try health trackers, and exercising with you, and bringing you food to improve your diet, but eventually you'll be fed up and creeped out. that's when he locks you up with him.
his versions of punishment are usually just verbal scoldings, but you'd be surprised at how mean he can get. if it's physical at all, then he's restraining you until you can't move and have to apologize and beg him to let you out. escape is unlikely, with his aamzing technological advancements, and you won't get far if you manage to get out. he's implanted several trackers into you.
he loves to cook for you and make you clothing. you're kind of like a doll almost, wearing only the clothes he decides you should, eating only what he decides you need, and watching only what he decides you can. the more you try to fight him, the tighter his restrictions on you get, until he can strangle that fight out of you. he's surprisingly loving, and loves small physical affections like holding hands, kissing your face, and counting your moles. i'd say his love language is mostly words of affirmation and acts of service.
matthew williams 🇨🇦 canada
matthew's entire life has been centered around his own unimportance. from the day he was born as a nation, he's been overshadowed by even the quietest of people. so when you came around, looked him in the eyes, and said "morning, matthew," he was absolutely hooked. it took him a couple weeks to get as obsessed as he did, and he loved it the entire time.
his requests to hang out are endless, and he has so many ideas for what you guys could do. if you'd rather stay inside, that's perfectly fine too! he has all your favorite games at his house anyway. i think he'd go into it as your friend, wanting to learn about you. and god can only hope you want to be his friend too, or he'll make you pity him until you have no other choice. he couldn't possibly lose you. it's not something he even wants to think about. you're his saviour, the only person who acknowledged him beyond his outgoing brother, you can't just up and leave him. he needs you, literally.
it would really pain him to hold you captive, because he'd much rather have your friendship progress into a normal relationship. but he couldn't handle you leaving. i think, at first, he'd try anything to make you stay. he'd break down in tears and hold your hands, ranting about how lonely and outcasted he is, how much you mean to him, and how he doesn't have anyone else. if you still resisted, he might go as far as to cut himself to make you stay.
i couldn't really see him punishing you, even if you do escape. his house is way up in the canadian mountains, far from any towns, so good luck trying to get very far. plus, he knows the forests around his house like the back of his hand. maybe he'll scold you or yell at you a little, but thats really the extent of it.
he's a very affectionate guy. most of your days will consist of cuddling and spending time together, like watching movies and playing video games. it's not like he has other friends to hang out with. maybe it's a little depressing that his only friend is his s/o that he kidnapped, but he tries to make it seem like everything is normal and that you're crazy for being scared of him. he's never hit you, and he never will, so why fear him?
arthur kirkland 🏴 england
he's one of the more unlikely yanderes in my opinion, but he definitely has a more twisted idea of love than a lot of the other nations. due to his days as a pirate, he's learned that valuable objects need to be kept locked away and kept under control. arthur feels that his way of society is the objectively correct way to do it, and he'll force his norms onto you, the object of his attention. while he presents himself with confidence, all of it is based on his insecurity. he wants someone that can alleviate that insecurity by reassuring everything he does.
he has no regrets in holding you hostage, it was simply a means to an end for him. it's easier to herd your sheep when you have a fence, after all. for the first couple months at least, no forms of technology whatsoever. maybe find some new hobbies, because you're gonna have a lot more free time than you use to. of course, no communication with outside world, even with people he trusts, which is virtually no one. he doesn't want anyone to sway your thought process.
he feels that he needs to train you into fitting the mold he has for what a "proper wife/husband" would do (even if you're a guy you'll probably end up taking the "feminine" role in the relationship). this training comes in the form of lessons, literally. you sit down at a desk and he teaches you his culture. if you don't follow his instructions, then he figures he'll have to starve you into complying. he's not against using physical violence if necessary, but he'd rather not.
should you escape, you might actually be able to evade him for a while. but the sheer amount of guards that are sent out looking for you will get to you eventually. he'd be PISSED, because he hates when his property gains independence from him. the punishment for that certainly wouldn't be a slap on the wrist, maybe one across the face and some drugs to render you immobile for a few days.
i think he's inherently manipulative, using drugs or lies to get you to do things he wants, but he can be sweet outside of that. i can't really imagine him liking physical affection all that much, but simply sitting with you in the living room while he works on his needlepoint or lounging in the kitchen with you while he makes tea. he likes to show his appreciation through proximity, preferring to just hang around you.
francis bonnefoy 🇫🇷 france
francis, being the nation of love himself, obviously identifies it when he starts falling in love with you. he's had many, many partners, and he figured it would be the same for you as it was for them. but then that "love" spiraled deeper, and deeper, and deeper, until he was sitting in a tree outside of your window and watching you dance to music alone in your room. the weirdest part was, he was the happiest he'd ever been. in all of his lovers, he'd never felt this type of elation and obsession.
and obviously, he wouldn't waste his chance. i mean, he basically flirted with everyone, but he really laid it on thick with you. he'll "coincidentally" bump into you in the market, get off with you at your stop, and happen to be walking down your street when you leave for work in the morning. he'd take every chance to profess his love for you. when that doesn't work, he really thinks on it and figures he needs to start being more honest. perhaps you just think he's a dedicated flirt, looking for nothing more than a one night stand. well, he'll show you all of the raw passion he holds if it will convince you.
evidently, it doesn't. nothing he does seems to be working! he starts to worry himself sick about you, constantly seeking you out to make sure something didn't happen in the ten minutes he was away from you. you're his soleil, and he wouldn't want anything to dull you down. so he whisks you away into a tall tower, think rapunzel type tower, where he can be sure that you're shining just as bright as you always do and rest easy.
escape is basically impossible. the only practical way would be through the window, and that's suicide considering the height of the tower. plus, he had the foresight to put bars over it. the door that he enters through is thick wood that you need a key to open, of which only he has. let's say you steal his key (somehow) and escape. well, getting you back would be fairly simple, as it's just hills and grasslands for hundreds of miles around the tower. plus he checks on you multiple times a day, so you'd only be able to get moving for a couple of hours until he realizes you're gone.
honestly, he's devastated. he really thought you two had something beautiful blooming. but that's alright. some flowers just need a little extra push to unfurl their petals, he can work with that. he'll just have to spend some more time with you and show you how amazing of a boyfriend he can really be.
he comes around at least three times a day to bring you food he cooks himself, and usually loiters around your room for a little while when he does. he loves physical affection, and though he may be a bit of a pervert, he actually values your consent more than you'd think he would. so most of your time spent with him will be cuddling, playing board games (no service for any technology up on that tower, other than CDs), and him trying to initiate conversation and get you to open up.
alfred f. jones 🇺🇸 america
alfred's obsession with you would almost be childish, if he wasn't so intelligent. he sees love as something borderlining on transactional. you both give, and you both take. unfortunately, it seems he's giving and giving and giving, and you won't give back nor will you even take. he's another yandere that sees you like a doll, where he wants to be able to put you into any position (metaphorically), dress you up how he likes, and ignore the fact that you may have feelings about this.
his love starts out playful. he sets up extravagant events in your name and is constantly a thorn in your side, begging you to let him take you out. he makes a lot of empty promises and makes himself seem almost larger than life (which is pretty similar to how he views himself) to get you to reciprocate the heart-pounding feelings that take over his body at the mere concept of you.
eventually he accepts that the more he chases, the faster you'll run. unfortunately for you, he's much, much faster. kidnapping you is a piece of cake, the worst part is other people's suspicion. i mean, he shows all of this public affection for you, and then you go missing. it makes sense that people assume it was him. so he tells everyone that the big city and his american dream overwhelmed you and you ran off. alfred's home security system is top notch, so escape will be pretty difficult. if you thought getting out of the house was hard, then just you wait. try to get a lease on an apartment, try to book a flight, even try to board a train, you'll find that your id and passport are suddenly invalid everywhere. of course, because it's alfred, he'll go the extra mile of coming to your identity theft court case. don't worry, he'll bribe the judge and get you safely back home.
he's gonna be irate though. your little escape attempt had him doing all this paperwork and jumping through all these legal hoops to bring you back. of course, like a true nuclear family, he'll end up putting his hands on you at some point. he does vaguely feel bad for kidnapping you, but that need for control overshadows and doubts he may have within himself.
your days will mostly consist of video games and accompanying alfred to events as his arm candy. his arm candy that he's incredibly possessive over. hope you can learn to love the smell of fast food, because it'll be very prominent thing in your life. he can be kinda mushy around you, kissing you and wanting you close, but he can also get angry easily and become snarky and almost cold to you. you'll have to learn how to read his moods.
berwald oxenstierna 🇸🇪 sweden
berwald is probably the most lowkey about it out of this list, and i don't think he'd go out of his way to kidnap you intentionally. once sweden makes his own interpretation of a situation, he accepts it as fact and wont bend on it. so really all it takes is once instance where you two are around each other and you do something that he interprets as romantic, he'll run with it. now, if it was just that, this wouldn't be an issue at all. it's that the more he's around you, with this idea in his head that you two are together, he slowly starts to fuse with you almost.
berwald sees love much like how many people see children, a combination of two people. so when he observes you, and notices things you do, they rub off on him. he expects the same to happen to you, and gets a bit confused when you don't pick up his habits. it creates a small complex in his mind. you two are together, which means you love each other, but you're not following his idea of love, so what now?
well, now he starts inviting you over to his home more. he hopes that where he lacks in confidence and words, quality time and sharing of interests will make up for it, and fix this percieved rough patch in his made up relationship. keep in mind that he doesn't say any of this, so you aren't even aware. he just seems oddly closer to you than to any else.
when he really hooks onto you, it really comes down to your character. he's so attached to the concept of you that he gets lost between what's reality and what's his perception of things. he doesn't really realize that this feeling is obsession, he just knows that he craves being around you or watching you exist in your own area with him.
so his invitations over start to turn into you sleeping over, which turns into you sleeping in his bed, which turns into him being around you 24/7, which turns into him not being able to function properly without some sort of presence of you. this way, there not really any specific time you could say he kidnapped you, it just felt more like you started living with him.
he doesn't necessarily stop you from leaving, but his unintentionally intense demeanor almost scares you enough to keep you there anyway. but lets say you do end up leaving. then he'd just start showing up again and acting like nothing had ever changed, much to your confusion. good luck with him!
