Hetalia x Reader Oneshots

(Random) China x Reader: The Knife Game

Okay! This is my second "x Reader."

The first one I ever made is on my Book of Randomness... for your own sake, don't read it. It's horrible.

Anyways, who cares about me? This is all about you!

So lets start~!

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"Derp derp derp derp derp~" you randomly sang as you skipped to your best friend, Ivan's house.

Earlier during the day he had invited you over insisting that he had something 'amazing' to show you.

You had happily agreed because, well, nothing exciting was really happening these days.

That is, if you don't count a few parties your more extroverted-type friends throw, but it's usually same old, same old for you.

The (f/c) rain boots you wore made a splishy-splashy sound as they made contact with the rain puddles on the ground, since it had recently rained.

Water dripping down from almost bare trees landed with a sudden 'plink' on your loose, (h/c) hair, making you blink every time they hit.

As you got closer to Ivan's house, you felt yourself smiling at the thought of visiting him. "I sure could use some company," you whispered to no one in general.

When you reached his front door, you took a deep breath and smelled the relaxing scent of the Autumn season mixed with the after-smell of nature's rainfall (sometimes it smells really bad, but luckily, today was a good day).

You knocked on his front door and patiently waited as you continued to watch the colored leaves gracefully fall down to the earth, or occasionally, land next to your boots.

Soon, Ivan opened the door with a wide and welcoming smile with one hand, while holding a rather large knife with the other. "(Y/n)! Glad you could make it!"

"Hi! Um... What'cha got there?" You asked, pointing to the knife, feeling both slightly nervous and curious at the same time.

He tilted his head to the side a bit, as if confused by your question. "The door?"

"No, I mean- the knife, Ivan. I mean the knife." You bit back a chuckle as he looked at his other hand and brightened.

"Oh! Right! I was playing the knife game! Want to see?" Ivan said, suddenly looking very excited.

You shrugged and smiled back. How could you say no to a face like that? "Sure, why not?"

He invited you in and lead you to his kitchen, where on the table, was a small, wooden cutting board with what seemed like knife stabs all over it.

Your eyes slightly widened at the sight of the poor thing and joked, "Whoa. I didn't know guys could get periods. Actually, I think Romano is living proof..." you muttered the last part half-seriously, yet half-playfully.

"Here- let me show you a video," Your Russian friend powered on his laptop, which was conveniently on the counter already, and typed in on YouTube: 'The Knife Game.'

"Hmm?" You narrowed your eyes as he played a video, "This looks a bit suspicious- HOLY SHIT! WHY?! MY SUSPICIONS WERE RIGHT!" You screamed and jumped as the person suddenly stabbed their finger and cried out in pain.

"Maybe I'll just show you personally, da?" Ivan said as he closed his laptop and spread his hand on the cutting board, knife still in his other hand.

You thought for a second, then remembered that you had brought your phone, which had 911 on speed dial. "Okay... but Ivan, be careful, please!"

Ivan smiled casually as he rose the knife over his hand and started stabbing the part of the cutting board in between his fingers in a pattern.