It's not Real!...Or is it ?(YANDERE COUNTRYHUMANS X READER)

Chapitre 46

✧⁠◝⁠(Author's note)⁠◜⁠✧

OMG, a new chapter without a two month time-lapse? Impossible!

I'm joking, I still took a long time to make this chapter, with about...zero excuses .

Anyway, feel free to enjoy this mess of a story for a bit longer.

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(Y/N) Pov:

-"Well? Explain yourself." Third Reich said while glaring at France, who looked stuck between staying shut or spreading his swear words vocabulary.

-"I..." France started but you cut him off, not wanting to stay in Third Reich's embrace.

-"I would prefer if you let me go." You told Third Reich sternly as you pushed his arms off you. He looked surprised before his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you seriously and took a grasp of your wrist.

-"Be careful, (Y/N). My patience may run out quicker than you'd think. He warned you, his hand gripping your wrist very tightly with his nails entering your skin. His eyes darkened slightly with anger, even though it wasn't directed to you completely. He was angry at fate that it always tried to take you away from him whenever the chance. To make the distance larger between you two. He'd never want to hurt you, not you. But he had to this time, right? Or you'll leave again... But he still has to act like this towards you for the moment, not when everybody is watching, not when he genuinely acts like this towards everyone else.

You pursued your lips, not knowing what to respond. He was holding you tightly like if you were going to disappear if he let go. Maybe that's what he was afraid of, that you'd disappear and leave him like you did years ago, not like you did it willingly. But maybe you'd still have left him if the choice had been given to you.

-"Now you." Third Reich said as he looked back at France with a glare.

-"Don't make me invade the other half of your country." He threatened, before he turned around, dragging you with him with strength. The other countries let him pass and were all awfully quiet. You threw a last look at France before Third Reich shut the door harshly as he pulled you. Once he arrived in what seemed to be his office he let go of you and sighed, multiple emotions in his eyes as he stared back at you.

There was a long silence between the two of you. He looked at you with a frown, as if he had an inner fight, it was reflected by the conflicted feelings in his gaze. After a few minutes of just staring and observing you, his anger went away and a longing affection softly appeared in his eyes.

-"(Y/N)... You're finally back here with me...after all these years..." He gently caressed your cheek with his gloved hand. You first were surprised by the sudden mood change and slowly let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You found it weird and wanted to push his hand off you, but you realised how much your body instinctively leaned into the touch, and you hated it. Your body craved affection, and his touch was more than familiar. You realised, that you missed your parents deeply. You missed your family, who would express the same affection.

You almost broke up in tears here and now, but you quickly took ahold of yourself. The person that was touching you wasn't a member of your family, nor was a loving person. It was a murderer and a dictator, and it was certain those same gloves that were in contact with your cheek had previously been in contact with blood, innocent blood.