‿̩͙‿੭ 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖞𝖘𝖆𝖚𝖈𝖊'𝖘 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 ৎ‿̩͙‿ (proshippers and fujoshis dni)
▄︻デ╦═一━ ⟢ hetalia: nsfwtwt links ♱
ৎ୭ featuring england france hungary
finland x afab!reader
bondage in some? very plain/non-kinky i think, i can't find good links for afab x amab p links !!
author's note ⦂ i don't know if people still do these? wkwkwk
let me know which links lead to deleted accounts and i'll replace them!
commentary format as i don't know how to write these. i'll do better as i get more comfortable with these wwwwww
xxx links ahead, dni if uncomfortable! forgive me for any links connected to problematic accounts, i tried avoiding them as much as possible!
finding hetero nsfw is SO hard like they're all so obviously forced or ageplay slop if anyone has keyword recs that'd help me loads!!
♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 𝒜rthur Kirkland (england)
♱ lazy morning sesh kind of seems in character for him <3
♱ he'll give you what you want if you just be good for him. just be patient for now, okay?
♱ loves being pressed against you in missionary
♱ loves when you're vocal. what's the point if he's not hearing you beg and say how good he makes you feel?
♱ making you fuck yourself on him
♱ actually, he really loves making you do the work
♱pushing his buttons until he snaps and fucks sense into you
♱ him bending you over to spank after making him jealous?
♱ using you for stress relief after meetings
♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 ℱrancis Bonnefoy (france)
♱ teasing you in the mirror while he whispers how good you're being (bonus in public)
♱ can't even wait for you to undress
♱ taking you roughly from the back
♱ watching you ride him
♱ this one
♱ pounding you while holding you up
♱ stuffing you full of his cum
♱ francis who loves worshipping your body
♱ lazy sex where he just loves watching his dick fill you up
♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 𝓔lizabeta Héderváry (hungary)
♱ talking you through your first time together
♱ sitting on her face (or vice versa)
♱ she just loves making her darling feel good :(!!
♱ teasing you under your skirt
♱ she'll fuck you dumb w her strap if you ask her to
♱ rough scissoring until u're overstimulated
♱ rubbing your clit while she praises you >>
♱ sending you videos like these whenever you're away // out
♱ or like these
♱ eating you out
♱ using a double-ended dildo with her
♱ another one
♱ using her tits to get off
♱ making you ride your dildo while she watches
♱ actually she loves watching you struggle with it
♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 𝒯ino Väinämöinen (finland)
♱ watching each other get off <3
♱ tino who can't keep his hands to himself
♱ fucking you folded so he can watch your expressions
♱ taking care of you just how you like
♱ slow sex in the mornings
♱ he's the kind to use a vibrator on you instead of fucking you himself either as punishment, or until you beg for him properly
♱ eating you out so you can squirm under his tongue
♱ tino with a dollette/coquette/femme reader >>
♱ rutting on his hard-on
♱ tino who loves seeing you tied up / restrained
♱ under the desk while he works
♱ stress relief!
♱ bouncing you on himself
♡
!? maybe it's because i'm too gay for these but why are wlw/lesbian links so much less repulsive. like all the links i tried finding for the guys were just horrendous, the voices are so fake, all the results are incest or noncon fantasies, etc. regardless of my keywords i used. </3 i wanted to do this for fun but it's a lot harder than i intended for non-afabxafab, so i think this set is starting off kinda vanilla or just plain or underwhelming. apologies!!
requested by anon! gender neutral, death!reader. starring . . . england, france, & hungary. warning for violence in england’s part & suggestive material in france + hungary’s. fandom masterlist found here.
📌 . . . author notes: i imagine reader is the personification of death in a sort of grim reaper way; they escort certain souls to the land of the dead and catch any souls who happened to escape their fate. also, similarly to nanno from girl from nowhere or tomie, they’re kind of everywhere and nowhere. england’s section is admittedly not romantic but trust me i’m setting up something neat. i think i’ll expand on this concept more in the future, esp if ppl request more death!reader prompts.
arthur kirkland!
— you’ve seen each other many times. over and over and over since his conception as a nation. after the first couple of centuries you realized he was more than just a common face. this was the same person, each time. he was somehow cheating the system, staying alive for years longer than warranted. he was cheating you, death. it felt oddly personal. he had to go.
— it was only during the midst of the revolutionary war that you actually found yourself speaking with him. emotional reasoning led to him fighting alongside the rest of the red coats. he made a slip up, falling to the muddy ground of a foreign land. his company abandoned him and suddenly the end of your musket was in his face. “you’ve lived long enough,” you muttered, contempt filling your tone. then you pulled the trigger. problem solved.
— or… not, you realize years later. who knew you’d be seeing him again here of all places, in the trenches of the great war. he looks the exact same, more or less, save for a slight scar on his forehead. you’re almost sure the scar matches the spot where you first shot him. your eyebrows furrow as you make your way through the trench, stepping over bodies among other things. most of his fellow men were already dead from enemy fire or from your own fire. it had long since been determined that this whole infantry would fall; you were merely here to pick off any survivors of fate. “you,” you hiss.
— the disgust in your voice was all too familiar to him. “you,” he mimics, his face morphing into a similar sort of look. anger, hatred, surprise, and subtle curiosity. with no one living around, he dares to speak freely. “here to shoot me in the face again?”
— “precisely,” you reply, reaching for your rifle. you figured you could shoot him down now and find out how to actuallykill him later.
— before you can draw your gun, however, he’s already got his own pointed at your forehead. “i don’t think so, love.” he almost smirks, glad to have the upper hand for once.
— his advantage doesn’t last long, though, as you deliver a harsh kick to his legs. he stumbles, and in seconds you have him pinned on the ground with your boot on his sternum. you press down. “how’d you survive a blow to your head?”
— he wheezes out a sort of laugh. frustrated, you press further on his chest. this earns a gasp from him — “i can’t die by human means, though it does hurt when you,” he pauses a moment, gasping, “press on my chest — do you mind?”
— you lift your boot by an inch. your gaze is cold and calculating, boring into his eyes and maybe even through them, to his skull. “what are you then?”
— he hesitates at first. he knows he’s been bested, though. the smell of death and infection, trademarks of the trenches, fill his nostrils as he takes a deep breath. “i’m a country. i am literally england in all it’s glory.” he watches you take in the information. your eyebrows raise as you reappraise him. no wonder he was still alive. he was to england what you were to death; an embodiment of it. you, a concept and him, a country. “and what are you, if i may ask?”
— you stare at him a moment before aiming your rifle. country or not, you’ve got a job to do. if it wouldn’t kill him, he’d at least look dead for a while, which means no one would question why he was the only survivor among the rest of the troops. “i am death,” you murmur before pulling the trigger. he drops to the ground with a dull thud, like a deer. still, you’re sure you’ll be seeing him again. you almost look forward to seeing that angry expression of his again.
francis bonnefoy!
— “i take it you’re no stranger to fatal blows,” you murmur, running a gentle finger over the scar along his neck. you were in his bed after a one night stand (because even death likes to have fun from time to time). you’d both seen each other throughout time, sleeping together every now and then without truly understanding what the other was. you were.. immortals with benefits. something along those lines.
— francis just chuckles. “you could say i’ve flirted with death.” he shifts, brushing some blonde strands out of his face so he can admire you some more. the morning light shines through the window, illuminating his face and hair in a way that was.. heavenly.
— you smile. if only he knew. you’d decided long ago that out of all the flings and trysts you’d had over the years, he was one of your favorites. “mm. death seems to look kindly upon you, then. since you’ve survived so far, i mean.”
— “i’m supposing so, mon cheri*. i hope you look as kindly upon me as death does.”
— you don’t reply verbally, merely moving your body closer to his, almost touching. you’d seen and appreciated all of him from head to toe.. yet you still didn’t know what he was, how he managed to live for centuries just like you. you’re sure that the tension of not knowing is what led to you two continuously ending up in bed together. even so, every bubble has to pop eventually. silence, accompanied by mutual intrigue, briefly fills the room.
— “i have never managed to catch your name,” he muses softly. it’s only a moment or two more before he turns to face you completely, looking you over with relaxed but intensely curious eyes. “i know i’ve seen you before, mon coeur*. not just on the street. but in wars, in times of sickness. you’re like me, aren’t you?”
— “i am,” you murmur, looking into his violet eyes. “i know why i’m still roaming this earth. but what about you?”
— he leans in, starting to kiss the lobe of your ear down to your neck. his hands hold your waist, bringing you even closer. “i will admit to you, because you are so lovely, the obvious: i am immortal like you. well, immortal as long as the beautiful country of france continues to thrive. i am the embodiment of the mighty country, mon cheri. and you are?”
— you hum in consideration at his words. the mighty country of france… it was almost too fantastical to believe. if you weren’t equally fantastical, you likely wouldn’t have believed him. you resign to open up to him after some thought. he had shared his secret, so you might as well share yours. “i am… death.”
— he pauses his orchestrations, pulling back so he can look you in the eye. in the same way you considered his words, he ponders over yours. how such a beautiful creature could be in charge of the deceased is beyond him. you were death. you were tragedy. your existence alone fascinates him... finally, his lips curl into a small smile. “give me your kiss of death then, mon cheri. i promise i’m not scared.”
elizabeta héderváry!
— you’re not entirely sure how you got into this situation, holding onto her waist, riding with her across the hungarian landscape. the air was crisp today, though not so cold as to hurt your nose when the winds blew by you. you were supposed to have killed her today and yet…
— you’ve known elizabeta for many years. you’ve seen her over and over… she even admitted to you that she’s a country, many years ago. still, you’ve given little to her other than the occasional night of attention and affection. you’ve managed to keep her close to your heart while holding her far away from your true purpose. perhaps she coaxed you into this horse ride to find answers.
— eventually, she speaks up against the trotting of her black mare. “you’ll be leaving me again, soon, won’t you?”
— you tongue darts out to wet your lips. it’s a nervous habit that you yourself never could understand. what does death have to be nervous about? “it’s likely.”
— “szívem*, you don’t tell me anything about you.” her tone is sad, almost. héderváry faces forward, holding the reigns tight. “i want to know you.”
— “you do know me, elizabeta,” you begin, only to be cut off.
— “i know your body. i know how much you like me on top, making you scream —“ you pinch her sides gently, which causes her to laugh. “fine. you know what i mean. but i don’t know you. i want to know you. what you are, who you are. you know who i am. if you just stayed with me….”
— a small scoff leaves your lips. “i can’t stay.”
— her head turns so she can glare at you. her eyebrows are furrowed, her lips fixed into a frown. she gets that annoyed glint in her eye, the one you wish wasn’t so attractive. “why not? we’ve done this dance for decades, i swear!”
— “control your horse, elizabeta.” your voice is calm, a stark contrast to her own. the brunette woman huffs but regains control of the mare carrying you both. héderváry pets her horse a few times over and things go quiet, save for the steady sounds of careful trotting. the silence offers you time to think. she’s right, really. decades have passed and you still haven’t opened up to her…
— you lean closer to her. she’s warm, comforting. always has been, really. beautiful in and out of her gear. she’s home, if you could ever have one. hesitantly, you begin to speak to her from over her shoulder. “what you are to hungary, i am to death, elizabeta. i embody it. and when people happen to ignore what fate has in store for them…. i handle it. it’s why i leave often.”
— she processes your words in full before mumbling, “oh.” her horse’s speed slows as héderváry thinks. “i’ve been courting death, then.” it’s hard to tell exactly how she feels about it, at first. “well,” she says, taking a deep breath, “you’re still my édesem*. and you’re staying with me. at least for dinner. no buts.” ah, that was more like her.
— you snuggled into her shoulder, kissing her neck. it felt good to share yourself with her. “i’ll stay, then.” you could go back to reaping souls tomorrow.
☆ TRANSLATIONS.
— *”mon cheri” means my sweetheart or my darling. i used the masculine form because that’s more gender neutral.
— *”mon coeur” means my heart.
— *”szívem” should translate to my darling or darling.
— *”édesem” should translate to sweetheart or honey.
It was finally december! Little baby Italy looked out the window in the morning, to see a thick blanket of snow covering the ground, with more falling every second that passed. He gasped and dropped down from the kitchen chair he was on.
“Really?” She looks down at him and picks him up. “It came a bit late this year, hmm?”
Italy happily snuggles into her. “Can we go make snow angels? Por favore!”
“Let’s have some breakfast first, okay? Then we need to find you some winter clothes, and maybe you can ask [Name] to take you. I have a lot of chores to do today.” Hungary says, carrying Italy to the kitchen where Austria was almost done with breakfast.
After a happy, healthy breakfast, Italy approached [Name], who was sitting and watching Austria and Hungary run around. “Mx. [Name]! Will you look for a coat with me, please, and come play in the snow?”
“Little Italy!” They happily pick him up and place him on their lap. “That sounds like so much fun! I’m sure Austria has an old coat you can borrow.” They stand up and begin walking to an old storage room in the house.
“Mr. Austria’s coat? But that’ll be way too big on me!” Little Italy claims.
“He was as little as you once. Hehe, I remember how adorable he was. Me and Austria have been friends for a while now, did you know that? I have all kinds of embarrassing stories about him.”
“As little as me? Really?” Italy gasps, “Have you known Ms. Hungary for a long time too?” he smiles hopefully.
“No, not really. I got to know her just a little before you.” [Name] says as they reach the storage room. They put Italy down and open the door, turning the old light on. “Wow, it sure is dusty in here.”
Italy followed behind, looking at all the high stacked boxes. The storage room was messy, and Italy wasn’t allowed here without permission, which he never really got even if he asked nicely. The most he had seen inside was when Hungary had to go fetch something from there.
After a bit of searching through Austria’s old clothes that he hadn’t thrown away, saying he’ll tailor them to fit again, [Name] holds up a tiny coat. It was a little worn down, but it’d do the trick. “Try this one on!” [Name] says and helps Italy get the coat on.
“It’s a little big…” Italy comments and flaps his arms a little.
“That should be fine. Next, let’s get you some gloves and a hat! And boots too of course!” [Name] says, taking the coat off so Italy wouldn’t get hot.
The two search the old clothes boxes more, until Austria comes in. “I have been looking for Italy all over! What is he doing here? It’s dangerous, the loose items could fall on top of him.” He fusses and sighs. “I thought you’d at least be a little responsible, [Name].”
“Don’t worry, Austria! I’ll keep him safe! We were just looking for your old winter clothes so we could go out and play in the snow… And help Hungary with the chores too, of course.” [Name] assures.
“My old clothes?” Austria comes over and sits with the two, looking at the old box in front of [Name].There were articles of clothing scattered on the floor around them. “Was it impossible for you to just put them away neatly?” He glares a little.
“Haha, whoops! Anyway… Do you want to help us search?”
Italy smiles and watches the encounter between the two adults. Even though Austria could be scary and mean sometimes, he was a little amusing.
Finally, after some time and arguing, the clothes to keep Italy warm are found.
“Let’s go show Hungary your new clothes and then go play.” [Name] says, taking Italy’s hand and walking outside with him.
Hungary was shoveling snow around the house. She looks over to [Name] and Italy once she hears them waves them over.
“Awww! Aren’t you just so adorable?” She crouches down and pinches Italy’s cheek. “Do you want to help me shovel the snow? We can make a big snow mountain and then sled down it!”
Hungary gets Italy a little shovel to help her. Austria watched from a little ways away.
“I’ll go handle the backyard. Do you want to come with me, [Name]?” Austria asks, looking at them.
“Yeah, sure. Let’s make an ice piano!”
“No.”
After a few hours, both the back and front yard were less hazardous and more walkable. [Name] was spreading little pebbles on the walk path to make sure no one slips. Italy was climbing the little snow mountain that was born from all the shoveled snow. Hungary laughed and watched over Italy, clapping and complimenting his bravery and making sure he gets caught in case he slips.
Austria was walking behind [Name] to make sure they weren’t slacking off while spreading the pebbles. He walked over the path multiple times and nit-picked a little on where to add more pebbles.
“Do you want an old man to fall and crack his head open?! Add more here!” Austria points in front of his feet. “I’m not even going to walk over this. It’s too dangerous.”
“There’s barely even any ice! But fine…” [Name] pours more pebbles around the area and sighs. “Seriously, we’re going to have to do this all again in two days when it snows even more. Shovel, sand… Play.” They look over to Italy and Hungary.
Austria looks over too. “Well, they sure look like they’re having fun.” He crosses his arms, trying to keep his cold hands warm.
[Name] smiles and turns back to Austria. “So, are you going to be playing Christmas songs on the piano from now on?”
“When it gets a little more holiday-ish.”
Italy waves to the two of them from on top of the mountain. “Hey! Come play with us! Let’s have a snowball fight!” He yells, laughing.
Austria sighs. “I’m cold. I’m going inside.” He says to [Name] and walks away.
“Boring… I’m coming, Italy!” [Name] runs over, almost slipping on the ice. “Woah! Let’s team up and defeat Ms. Hungary!”
Hungary laughs. “Bring it on, peasants!”
“Here, I’ll even give you my gloves so we’re even.” [Name] smiles and hands them over to Hungary.
What a noble mistake.
Hungary ended up totally sweeping the floor with poor little Italy and [Name]. All three of them were panting, Hungary and [Name] holding a competitive stare while having a little break. Until an annoying voice disturbed it…
“Hey, hey, hey! What’s going on here? A battle? Without the awesome Prussia involved?” Said Prussia hops over the fence.
“Hey! That’s trespassing! You’re not allowed here!” Hungary yells at him, now irked by his sudden presence.
“It’s Christmas, crime is forgivable!” Prussia laughs, walking over. “So what’s going on here? What, is Hungary losing to these two weaklings?”
“No!” Both [Name] and Hungary yelled.
“O’ mighty Prussia, team up with me! I need to take her down!” [Name] drops to their knees, their hands intertwined together.
“He is not joining our snowball fight!” Hungary protests.
“The great Prussia does not team up. But, I suppose I could be allies and help you defeat this little girl!” He smirks, taunting Hungary.
She glares at him. “Italy. Go inside and help Mr. Austria with whatever he’s doing. It’s about to get violent.”
“Eeek!!” Italy gladly runs away inside. Now it was just Prussia vs. Hungary vs. [Name].
Prussia and [Name] mostly focused on taking Hungary down, with throwing just a few snowballs at each other. Hungary wasn’t doing so well now, being teamed up by two competent fighters. While the two of them were focused with another little argument and fighting each other instead, she built a little wall of snow to duck behind to take cover and stock up on snowballs.
“Hey, Hungarys breaking the rules!” Prussia yells, disturbing the fight.
“I don’t think there’s any rules in a snowball fight… But she has an advantage now! You keep firing and I’ll make more snowballs and build a wall for us too! Just watch my back!” [Name] quickly makes a strategy and gets to work.
“Okay, I can do that!” Prussia smirks. “Hungary, you may have an upper hand for now, but don’t think you’re winning yet!”
The fierce battle went on. It was certainly more balanced with Prussia joining in. It was a bit too serious and competitive for a snowball fight, but there was still a lot of laughing and fun, even if Hungary and Prussia didn’t want to admit it.
Everyone was tired, but not ready to give up. Until Austria had to come and ruin the fun. He poked his upper body out of the window he was walking by.
“Fighting at my house is not allowed! How many times do I have to tell you?!”
“What are you gonna do about it, Austria?” Prussia yells back at him.
Austria ignores him. “And Hungary! Look at the yard! I hope you’ll be the one shoveling it all again, [Name], you too!” He glares.
“Y-yes, sir…” [Name] says and scratches the back of their neck.
“I would make Prussia do it as well, but he would only make matters worse. I’ll think of a fitting punishment for you!”
After Prussia is chased off the yard, meaning he just got bored of being chased around, Hungary and [Name] got to work on making the yard neat again.
“At least we didn’t make too much of a mess…” [Name] says, mostly to themselves.
“Yeah. Soon we’ll have to put up Christmas decorations though, so I’m glad we battled now instead of then. I wouldn’t want to try detangling Christmas lights back to how they were…” Hungary responds, Shoveling snow back onto the small mountain.
“Let’s blame Prussia for this.”
Hungary nods in agreement.
After all the yard work was done, Hungary and [Name] finally migrated back inside and got something warm to drink. The two made 4 mugs of hot chocolate and Hungary carried it on a tray. The two walked to the music room, [Name] holding the door open for Hungary.
Austria stopped playing the piano and looked over. Italy, who was sitting next to Austria and listening to him play, looked over as well.
“We made hot chocolate! One for you, and one for you.” Hungary smiles and hands each of them a mug.
“It’s getting dark out, and it started snowing again. The window here is nice and big, so we can watch as the snow falls and chat.” [Name] says.
And so they did. They piled blankets and pillows in front of the window. It was a cozy evening, and overall a good and fun day. December had started with a bang and hopefully it would be smooth sailing for the rest of the month.
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note: i forgot i had this saved on my google docs and it was a wip from around 2 months ago so i took it upon myself to finally finish it and here it is. based on sdr2 but it doesnt spoil anything from the game and you don't need any knowledge on danganronpa whatsoever to read this
synopsis: your untimely demise hits everyone hard, but lovino suffers the most.
“A body has been discovered! After a certain amount of time has passed, the class trial will begin!”
No. This couldn't be happening. Everything up to this point had been going well. There were no murders for at least 3 days.
So why... Just why did another one have to take place? And out of all the people... Just why did it have to be you? The only person who he could proudly call a friend? The only person who could tolerate and even go as far as to be enamoured with his being.
It’s so damn unfair, Lovino came to realise the more time drawled on. He just couldn't comprehend as to why the universe was so cruel. To strip him of the only thing which brought him joy and contentment in this cursed place anymore.
Stupid universe... When I find the bastard that killed [Name] I’ll rip their goddamn throat out...
His rage only fueled him on as he stormed away from the scene to hopefully calm down. Nothing good would come of his fury at whoever did the deed. In fact, maybe he would even ask the mastermind if he himself deliver the execution for the gruesome killing.
After a short amount of time, Monokuma appeared to hand everyone the monokuma file containing the details of the murder case.
“The victim is [First Name] [Last Name].
The body was discovered in the kitchen next to the left side cabinets.
The estimated time of death is unknown.
The only injuries the victim has abstained were directly located on the head and the victim’s right hand.
The force of a blunt object is speculated to be the cause of their death. Furthermore, the death was positively instantaneous.“
They all read it once... then twice... and then some. But no matter how many times each one of them processed the words on the brightly lit screen, they couldn’t stomach the though that the killer was among them and that after countless promises of keeping each other safe, someone broke it.
Everyone avoided Lovino like the plague during the investigation and after his sudden but expected leave, for they knew just how much despair your death has brought him. And the last thing they needed is an unstable Lovino lashing out at everyone. No, they knew much better than that. He would come to investigate in his own time, they were sure of it.
With this, they had also came to realise the Italian wouldn't be easy to bring solace to. Not at all. With his brother, Feliciano, his dearest companion, Antonio and his beloved dearest friend, [Name] gone, he wouldn't be consolidated. He would most likely refuse to be by someone other that the deceased trio.
This isn't good..., was the only thought ringing through Ludwig's head as he inspected the head wound you had suffered, the weapon still being searched for. Although the weapon hasn’t been located yet, he could clearly see how huge the split of your head just was: it could be easily deducted that the weapon of choice must have been something rather big and heavy.
The killer must have washed the blood off... it would be impossible to hide such a huge murder weapon... Verdammt... if only I vas more cautious of everyone’s actions this could have been avoided. Und Lovino... he wouldn't be suffering anymore than he already has to. Anyway, I should continue the examination to not miss anything. We have to find the killer.
[ “Open head wound” has been added to the Truth Bullets]
On some level, the German understood what Lovino was going through, after all, he lost both Gilbert and Feliciano all in the same day, the case being a double murder. The only difference is that he made amends a long time ago; he understood that his loved ones wouldn't go back and that he should just come to terms with their deaths.
Lovino was the exact opposite. You had been the only person comforting him after the deaths of his brother and friend. Even then, he couldn't even fathom the thought. But now that you were gone... There was no one to keep him at bay. No one to reassure him everything would turn out okay. No one to hold him back from committing a mistake which could result in his execution.
Alfred glanced at the body in front of him nervously, as he skimmed over the letter which lured you out to the kitchen. If this keeps up, we might have another murder... I can't let that happen. The blonde took a deep breath in, his azure blue eyes scanning the surroundings once he pocketed the piece of paper. He wouldn't let the killer get off scot free.
The handwriting looks forged... I don’t recall anyone having this kind of messy writing on this island. I’ve seen what they all write like, I’m sure this was used to cover up their true identity. Tsk, they really think we won’t find out.
[ “Forged letter” has been added to the Truth Bullets]
Just as you lay there, your open injury still covering the wooden floor in thick, magenta liquid, Arthur looked over the area around you. For some odd reason, he had noticed, the nail from your index finger had been ripped off and was laying on the ground. It just didn't add up. If you had suffered a blow to the head, why would the only other injury happen on your hand? Much less your nail?
Bloody hell, what was the killer even thinking? And why had they chosen you... Must have been targeting that bloody Italian. They easily could have chosen Lilly now that Basch is gone. And [Name] sure as hell was one strong individual. The killer must have taken them by surprise and used that to their advantage. Could they have been hiding...? But if so, just where?
[ “Ripped fingernail” has been added to the Truth Bullets]
“The estimated time of death is around 2 am.” Yao stated as he performed a much needed autopsy, which indirectly answered Arthur’s question.
So they hid in the dark... The only place I can think of is behind the huge cabinet... or maybe even inside it? It certainly is big enough to fit a person in. And its contents are scattered around on the counter. The killer must have emptied it and hid there before [Name] even came.
[ “Cabinet” and “Estimated time of death” have been added to the Truth Bullets]
“Such a cruel death... I can’t believe one of us would do it...” Yao mumbled under his breath as he stared into your widely open, lifeless eyes. He felt a painful tug at his heartstrings, if only he had payed more attention to everyone’s actions...
The killer... I’ll find them and avenge [Name]’s death. I promise.
“Hm, could that be blood?” Violet eyes examined the fuschia, stainless steel mixer. It was just a speck of the magenta liquid in the corner, almost perfectly blending in with the paint. It looked to be half wiped but has already dried up and clung to the equipment in desperation, as to camouflage itself. Matthew narrowed his eyes slightly, still staring at the weapon which was probably used to end your life.
Clever, so they used the mixer to ensure prying eyes wouldn’t notice the remaining blood. This would imply that they had been in a hurry though, and knew they wouldn’t have much time to clean the scene of murder up... Interesting case, I just wish it wasn’t [Name] who was the victim...
[ “Blood stained weapon” has been added to the Truth Bullets]
With hasty yet calculative footsteps, Matthew made his way over to the sink before swiftly opening up the cabinet to inspect the bin. Without much struggle, he emptied the contents out and scanned them with as much precision as he could muster. That was until his eyes landed on the wipes stacked inside of the lime green tissue packet. One of them just barely stuck out. In contrast to the grassy colour of the plastic, it was stained with a deep roseate.
Hm... So they put the used wipes into the packet and hid it in the deepest part of the bin to hide the evidence. Whoever this killer is... they’re smart and knew exactly what they were doing. I wonder how long it took them to plan this.
[ “Used wipes” has been added to the Truth Bullets]
“Find something?” Arthur came up behind the caramel haired Canadian with a glint of interest in his emerald green eyes.
“Yeah, just this pack of used up wipes.” Matthew looked behind him and showed off the clue he had just found.
“Ah... so I take it you’ve come to the conclusion too...” Arthur mumbled underneath his breath.
“You’ve seen the mixer?” Matthew’s voice came out meeker than he would like it to.
“Yeah, I have.” The Brit wasted no time confirming the inquiry before bidding his companion a farewell: he was yet to figure out why your fingernail was off after all.
Before he could think, one of his greatest banes of existence, Francis, sauntered up to him with a dangerous slit in his eyes.
“I think I know who did this horrible deed.” It was all it took for the Brit’s attention to be directed onto the Frenchman.
“Do you now? Are you sure? Is there evidence?” Arthur cocked his head to the side as to confirm.
“Oui. I’ve realised Natalya has been keeping quiet and after following her for a little while, I’ve noticed something interesting... Her and Ivan were speaking in those quiet voices but I managed to hear her say something about [Name].” Francis explained thoroughly.
“That’s not bloody helping...” The Brit closed his eyes in slight irritation.
“Ah, ah, ah! I’m not done yet! I I then came up to the two of them and asked for alibis. They claimed to be around each other the whole night, in Ivan’s cottage but the lies were obvious. I’ve been around enough people to know their intentions. It’s either Ivan or Natalya.” His words shocked Arthur to the core. For once, Francis has proven to be useful. He made a mental note to not forget the testimony and thanked the blonde before quickly walking off.
The alibi was obviously flawed, even Feliciano could come up with something smarter. I should investigate the body now and tell everyone else what I heard. This should make them realise and doubt Natalya and Ivan. Now we just have to find out which one of them did it.
[ “Francis’ account” has been added to the Truth Bullets]
“That bloody frog has a point. We all have alibis for last night except those two... We just need evidence. That’s all.” Voice coming out confident, Arthur’s eyes scanned every nook and cranny of the kitchen before finally going into action.
“I wish big brother was still here... If only he hadn’t saved me that day, he would have been able to help solve this case...” Lilly’s tears soaked into her dress sleeves as she eyed your body from the corner.
“Hey now, it’s okay Lilly. We can solve this together okay? We will catch the blackened and serve them some justice!” Elizabeta’s voice didn’t waver in the slightest as she exclaimed in hopes of cheering Lilly up.
“Okay-” Lilly mumbled but before she could continue, a scream escaped her lips as she felt the ground beneath her collapse, causing everyone’s panicked stares to train onto her.
Just as she was about to land on her back, Elizabeta grabbed and pulled her up by the arms, in time prevent another injury.
“W-What the hell?” Ludwig stood up in a matter of seconds and quickly made his way over to where the two girls were standing.
“That’s... a faulty plank.” Matthew commented as he too, came over to inspect the scene.
“It’s not properly secured. But why that spot in particular? The rest of the floorboards seem to be okay.” Alfred voiced his thoughts out to the group as he crouched down and lifted the wooden plank up.
“Wait... what is that white thing in the corner?” Ludwig questioned, staring at the magenta stained, clearly old but recently used rag.
“It’s... It’s a rag... with blood stains... Could they be.. [Name]’s?” The American male looked around with confusion brimming in his sea blue eyes.
“Most likely...” Matthew nodded his head.
Either [Name] attacked the culprit back and caused them to bleed or the murderer themselves tried to clean something else up. We already distinguished that they used wipes to clean the murder weapon so this must be the latter...
[ “Blood stained rag” has been added to the Truth Bullets]
Alfred thought over the possible scenarios of what happened in his head.
“Well Lilly... looks like we helped out after all.” Elizabeta gave the girl a somewhat melancholy smile as she tried to make light of the horrible situation.
“Hey, can you move this carpet to the right so we can fish this thing out?” Alfred asked in a hurried manner, eager to find more clues.
“Sure.” Matthew responded before dragging the burgundy, rough looking tapestry as instructed. However, he couldn’t have been prepared to find the fuschia liquid footprint on the ground.
“It seems the killer isn’t intelligent after all... Recklessly leaving a major clue like that.” Ludwig piped up from beside the Canadian.
“We should take everyone’s footprints.” Yao came over due to the commotion as he overheard the claims.
“Good idea. That way, we can determine who was at the crime scene.” An inaudible sigh escaped the German’s lips.
“I'll date the blood to see if it matches [Name]'s estimated time of death.” Black hair draped over his shoulder, Yao glanced at your idle body before brining his attention back to the footprints.
Slightly touching it with a q-tip, the Chinese male inspected the thick consistency and the colour. The liquid’s outline was by now a dark magenta and some spots have gone darker than others.
“I’d say it’s been here for at least 8 hours...” Yao gave his prediction as he looked up to meet Ludwig’s gaze.
“So around 2:00 am?” Alfred piped up from next to him. The ebony haired male nodded at the question.
“The time of death for [Name] was also estimated to be 2:00 am so these two would definitely be connected.” Yao affirmed as he stood up and dusted his knees off.
[ “Bloody footprint” has been added to the Truth Bullets]
The killer must really not be as smart as we thought. If we get the footprints, this trial will be a breeze. Unless it’s a set trap... that wouldn’t be good. But Matthew has already stated before that the culprit was in a hurry with the way they left things. Such a sloppy job... Although if it wasn’t for Lilly’s fall, we would never have discovered these clues and probably wouldn’t check under the floorboards or carpet. Such a coincidence saving us must mean something. Perhaps it’s still Lovino’s good luck helping us out? Who knows.
Yao’s thoughts seemed to only drive him toward hope. He would make sure your death wasn’t in vain. That’s for sure.
“Should we collect the footprints?” Matthew slid his glassed up his bridge nose with his index finger as he glanced at Alfred.
“Yeah, the sooner we get them the better. For all we know, Monokuma could announce the end of the investigation very soon to throw us off like the last time. Let’s go.” Alfred responded, crafting his words carefully as to not mess up the speech. He couldn’t let the same mistake happen like the last time, where he lost favour and was nearly blackened when he uttered the sentence wrong.
Enough thinking about that... We should start with Natalya and Ivan, we haven’t seen them for a while. And then Lovino... I really don’t wish to doubt him but with the way things are, we have to doubt everyone in order to trust them.
With a final gulp of anxiousness, Alfred and Matthew exited the kitchen to pursue the two siblings. If they couldn’t get the footprints directly... they’d have to use other means, as they agreed.
“Mon dieu... This is a terrible fate for such a young person.” Francis took a look at your lifeless, silent corpse. He prodded over the countless possibilities of what could have happened the night you were murdered. Despite seeing your body for the upteenth time, he still couldn’t help but feel a shock run through his entire body. The sigh alone just made him want to collapse, but he couldn’t luck helpless and useless in front of his companions. He had vowed to himself he would be useful.
“I just know it was Natalya... zhat filthy degenerate who dared lay a hand on sweet, innocent [Y/n]...” Francis inhaled some air in to calm his nerves, but reality never disappeared and you were still gone.
Well... It's all fine! After all, she's not escaping this one.
Lovino still couldn’t come to terms with your death. He didn’t want to admit it, but he had a sneaking suspicion something would happen to you too, after all, it already happened to Antonio and Feliciano. Quite ironic considering he was the “Ultimate lucky student”. By this point, he was sure he should be deemed ‘unlucky’.
“So damn unfair... this despair... aha.... ahaha.... ahhahaha!” Lovino’s uncontrolled laughter soon erupted as he clutched his head in his hands with a tight grip.
"That all you have?! That all the despair you can cause?! Pathetic!” His eye twitched as a wretched grin etched itself onto his face, the muscles pulling up so tight that it physically hurt. With each attempt to stop himself from going any further, his mind slipped into a frenzied state, bringing him further away from rationality.
D-damn! Snap out of it Lovino you bastard!
The madness consumed him whole as the reality of the situation began seeping in. He wished he didn’t have to face it, but life seemed to have different plans for him.
Chaotic smile still present, the only new addition to Lovino’s demeanour were the fresh, salty, hot to the touch tears that streaked down his cheeks: they reflected the direct sunlight hitting his face as he tried to cancel out the voices in his mind.
‘You’re useless.’
‘Are you only good for moping around?’
‘You’re not gonna help investigate? Stupid.’
‘Idiot, do something.’
'Move your lazy ass and avenge [Name]!’
He had enough. He couldn’t stand it. He had to do something.
With tentative steps, he began to advance toward the sea. Maybe if the fresh liquid entered his lungs he could finally wake up from this nightmare and see everyone be fine, all in uniforms and heading to their designated classes.
“Lovino.” His breath hitched at the mention of his name. Surprised by the presence of somebody, he whipped his head around to meet those condemning emerald green eyes.
“What are you doing? You’re not planning on swimming at this time right? Unless you're the blackened and taking some bloody relaxation trip as we're all exceeding our limits trying to solve this case.” Arthur narrowed his eyes slightly as Lovino felt the adrenaline rush through his veins.
“Ce diavolo? You damn tea bastard, to think you’d accuse me of killing [Name]...” Lovino growled dangerously, although it didn’t seem to faze Arthur in the slightest.
“As I suspected. Good. You should start investigating so you know what’s going on.” Arthur quickly explained with a small nod before giving out a tired sigh.
[ “Arthur’s account” has been added to the Truth Bullets]
“Huh-” Before Lovino could finish, the Brit has already begun to walk away. He could only be grateful the male snapped him out of his crazed daze.
That’s right. He had an investigation to do. He couldn’t afford to waste anymore time than he already did. Maybe after the trial he could pity himself again, but not right now.
Elizabeta stared at the empty alcohol bottle that rest in her hand, the label mentioning contents which make the liquid up. I wonder what this vas used for... Probably cleaning wounds. It seems to be the medicinal purpose kind. Was zhe culprit hurt and had to clean their wounds? Or was this used even before the killing occurred?
[ “Empty alcohol bottle” has been added to the Truth Bullets]
“We have everyone’s prints.” Matthew entered the kitchen alongside Alfred, catching everyone’s attention.
“Great. We can compare them to the one which was under the carpet!” Yao exclaimed, both relief and dreadful anticipation painted all over his face.
Not before long, it was clear just who the footprints belonged to. No one wanted to believe that they perfectly matched Natalya’s but it was clear as day. They must be.
“They’re... identical.” Elizabeta gasped as she eyed the paper.
“What if this is a trap?” Ludwig tried to puzzle everything out in his mind.
"There is a chance Natalya's getting framed..." Matthew nodded his head at the German.
“We’ll see at the class trial.” Arthur sighed out.
[ “Outline of footprints” has been added to the Truth Bullets]
Lovino made his way around, questioning everyone on alibis right after he had finished examined the pieces of evidence.
He had managed to garner reliable and vital pieces of information to help solve this case. There was only one thought bugging him though, and it still didn’t add up.
Why the hell would the killer forge a note like that? [Name] would have known not to fall for that kind of trick. And it’s such a damn simple letter too. Nothing specific or anything. It must have been written after the killing. I just know it. But how do I prove it...?
Lovino stared at the floor in deep thought.
“I’d hate to cut this lovely outing between killmates short but the time has come for the class trial to unleash its full hostility potential upon all your young minds! Will you be executed or execute? Refute the statement or make the wrong assumption? Die crying or survive smiling? Phuhuhu... the thrill makes me want to combust~ Guess that can wait for after the blackened gets revealed ( ^ ^ )”
This god damn bastard better get on with this or else I’ll rip him to shreds myself...
“So... as always, meet up at the Monokuma Rock! Once you’re there, please proceed to the underground by taking the elevator located at the secret entrance. Phuhu~! I’ll see you ve~ry soon!”
A collective glance was all it took to get them moving.
Could you do a road trip story with Hungary please? I love your writing so much!!!
“When you said road trip, it implies we are going to be in a car.” You scolded. The Hungarian next to you giggled and flashed you a heart stopping smile.
“You didn’t ask.” She shot back.
“I didn’t think I needed to.” You grumbled.
“Stop complaining!” She shouted over her shoulder.
“I’m not! I just wasn’t prepared to go horseback riding!” You bent your hand down and patted the horses neck. It’s neighed in response.
“But isn’t this so much better than being in a car? Fresh air and you get to ride with a cutie.” She smirked. You nodded your head in agreement.
“That are cute aren’t they?” You smiled looking down at the horses.
Hm, how about one where the reader is torn between Romano and Gilbert who both love her and in the end she chooses Elizaveta?? (Maybe some Prumano in there somewhere too hoo hoo I am disgusting)
So this ended up being more the skeleton of a fic as opposed to a summary, but fuck it. Hope you enjoy, Anon~!
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It began a few months ago.
You weren't completely oblivious to how much weight Lovi put into his affections, and you had been noticing just how... clingy Gil had become as of late.
They were your dearest friends, and you loved both of them beyond measure. But it wasn't the bright, bold, blazing love that you associated with all of that grand romance you had always dreamt of.
You knew they cared about you. Loved you. And you would have to be completely blind to miss out on the fact that both of them had been trying to find the right way to ask you out for the past couple of weeks now.
It was flattering, of course.
Anyone would consider themselves lucky to have the interest of two such amazing men, especially at the same time.
But it was weird.
You first confided in Eliza during a semi-spontaneous sleepover. Next to the boys, she was the one person with whom you could always be yourself, and between a few drinks and the pause screen of Netflix asking if you were still there, the whole situation came tumbling out- how awkward the whole ordeal was making you, how if either of them did finally get his shit together to ask you, you had no real answers, and how neither of them had ever really stirred any romantic interest within you.
She listened to it all, took it all in, asked you questions, helped steer you through the possible outcomes.
And suddenly it was as if that confession, that moment, was all you had needed.
Eliza soon became your shadow, or you became hers.
It was hard to tell sometimes, she inviting you to the concerts and restaurants Roderich wouldn't touch with a 30 foot pole, the boys easily accepting the new face for Thursday dinners and the occasional Saturday breakfasts.
You weren't entirely sure when you started to feel breathless around her, weren't exactly sure when you started to count down the minutes to your nightly phone calls.
It took Lovino pointing it out to you for the dots to finally connect.
It was late, the boys staying over for a movie night.
You and Lovi were tidying up in the kitchen, and Gil was setting up the living room for the three of you.
You were chattering about something Eliza had said earlier that night about an upcoming meteor shower, and suddenly a very warm hand was atop your own, stopping all your rambling almost immediately.
"You know I love you, but if you make us wait any longer, I'm going to ask her out for you."
The beauty of true friendship is that you are allowed to have moments of complete stupidity without judgement. "What?"
He rolled his eyes, went back to drying the cutting board. "If your dumb ass doesn't ask her out already, I swear to God-" He huffed to himself, turning away as he put the board back in its cupboard. "Don't be an idiot and risk losing her."
He turned once more to you, arms folding across his chest as his hip rested against the countertop. "Don't make the same mistake I almost did."
Your processing speed still wasn't quite up to par, only one word truly registering. "'Almost?'"
A very familiar smile started to make its presence known, but for once it was tinted with guilt. "We've uh- We've been trying to find a way to tell you for months."
The pieces were starting to come together now, but the disbelief was far too strong. "Tell me what, exactly?"
An overly dramatic discussion followed (Gil and Lovi always did have a habit of needing to outshout one another with increasing ridiculousness), in which they finally explained that all the over-affection and extra care was to make up for the fact they had been dating for nearly a year now, and well-
"We didn't want you to think we cared about you any less just because we're-"
"We're boyfriends~ You could say it, ya know. Just once. For me?"
"I'd rather die."
Clarity was a blessing, all of that awkwardness you had felt around them dissolving almost immediately. It was as if a weight had lifted from your shoulders, the new knowledge freeing you.
It made so much sense, why you were able to spend so much time with both of them lately as opposed to one or the other. Why they always seemed to be together anymore. Why they had been making a bigger effort to include you in even the mundane things.
"You guys are dumbasses."
And that was precisely why you loved them so much.
It took a few weeks and a lot of encouragement, but eventually you managed to figure out how to ask Eliza out.
Hello! Do you still write for Hetalia? If so, could you write up a scenario where Austria and Hungary fell in love with same person? (how would they react, would they work together,etc.)
yES I STILL WRITE FOR HETALIA-
In your defense tho anon, this blog was low key turning in to a yandere!BSD blog, so thank you.
♡ Hungary vs. Austria ♡
These two are already super compatible, so there is a good chance that they will share their s/o. Both Roderich and Ersabet are kind and caring, so that means s/o is in good hands. The only problem are the countless rules they have to follow. If s/o were to break any rule, punishment would follow and that is just plain painful.
Ersabet is definitely more protective and catious then Roderich, but she is a bit of a sadist. When the mood strikes her, she has no problem of messing with her s/o in so many different ways. She just loves to see the different faces her darling makes, be it pain, happiness, pleasure, anything really. Roderich on the other hand, is very demanding and he expects nothing less than absolute obedience from his s/o. He can't stand it when his s/o acts out of order, it just drives him crazy.
Both of them do have something in common though, and that is that they love to spoil their darling, and each other of course. The three will often go on dinner dates, and the restaurants are almost always the best. There are nights when Ersabet is in the mood to cook something at home, but she loves to doll herself and s/o up, especially on special occasions. Be it someone's birthday, Valentine's Day, Christmas, or any other holiday. Roderich also likes to go watch Ersabet get so curly excited, especially when it comes to s/o. It's one of the few times when he is caught with a genuine smile on his face, and this makes Ersabet incredibly happy.
