deal: Yandere America x Country Reader x Germany

Part 11: Lost In Thought

Warning lots of cursing. Like I've said before it gets darker from here on out so if your not good with dark topics turn back now! You have been warned.

Germany's POV:

My surrounding were completely white with no end. No beginning or end, just blank as far as the eye could see. But That didn't matter to me right now.

What mattered was that she was right there, (Y/N), my beautiful wife. She looked as stunning as ever with her bright (E/C) eyes, shiny (H/C) hair that perfectly framed her soft flushed face, and brilliant smile that made even mother nature herself jealous.

She was wearing a lose fitting light purple dress that flowed in a breeze that I could not feel. Her hair was covered with various colorful flowers. Some of those said flowers were held out to me in her delicate hands.

I wish I could stay like this forever. Just me and my wife. Free from this war. Free from hate. I reached out for the flowers in her fragile grasp and to hold on to this dreamed life.

However before I could completely reach out to her I stopped when I noticed the silent tear that began to run down her cheeks, her smile never faltering.

With just blink of an eye the Flowers began to melt to a red, bloody color  that dripped through her fingers and onto the ground.  The ground was no longer its pure white color but pitched black as the blood made contact as it spread to the rest of the white surrounding. The infinite white dying.

I was left helpless to the darkness swallowing up (Y/N). I couldn't move. It was as if I were glued to where I was. I tried to scream for her to come back but nothing was heard of my voice. I couldn't  utter any words.

There was a loud screech that followed the darkness. It was clear that it was (Y/N)'s voice, but I still couldn't move and reach out to find her. Her screams echoed through the darkness and to my soul. It made my heart ache that I could be so helpless and unable to help her.

The dark sounding began to latch onto me as it slowly snaked up my leg. This cold, wet feeling climbing my stunned body until it reached my face, turning my vision completely blank. I was consumed by the darkness. I couldn't escape this felling as it gripped my body and refused to let go. It seemed like the harder I tried to move and break free to greater the weight of this darkness had on me.

In a flash I consumed by a fast light that took over everything and me. Everything seems hazy and my head is pounding. When the light dwindled to a small dim light that seemed like it was floating, I could see that I was in a room with stone walls and stone celling. Upon realizing that the light was not floating but in fact was hanging from a string I could feel that everything seemed to be more realistic and not hectic.

Realizing  that what I previously saw was only a dream, I try to shake the chilling sensation I received while in my dream and the hope that (Y/N) is safe and that whole thing with America was just a dream.

Although I still had a cold wet feeling covering me. It wasn't the same heavy cold feeling like in the dream, but it was still cold and wet. I look down upon my self to see that the liquid was not dark, but was clear and detectable about what it was, water.  Someone or something got me wet.

I search the room for anything that may be the culprit and my eyes immediately land on the figure that was standing by the metal door on the other side of the room as they looked down upon me with a sinister look on his face and holding a bucket in their hand carelessly.

Angered to see his ass face, I attempt to get up off the cold stone floor but was held down by something as it clanked against each other. When I turned my head back behind my shoulders I was shocked to see that I was shackled to the wall behind me.