Eyebee ( 50's AU Yandere 2p!Hetalia + Child!Reader)

Back the way I came

Bedtime creeped around faster than (Y/n) expected, or so she thought. There was only one window in the entire castle and it was in her room, yet she could barely see outside with the metal bars blocking her vision.

The Atmosphere was oppressive and the stakes were high, All the plans were in her head laid out, just she had no clue what to do with any of it. No matter how hard her little mind was telling her to think and think, the amount of pressure was blurring out her thoughts. But this wasn't a matter of something mundane like getting yelled at by Roderich or getting in trouble with her teachers. This was a matter of life or death not only to her but her only true friends.

(Y/n) was waiting on "her" bed plotting out how she was gonna get out, she had seen NO exits, the bars on the window wouldn't break, she found nothing in any of the cabinets either, (Y/n) was practically backed into a corner with nowhere to go, it was only a matter of time until someone called checkmate.

'I could try to jimmy the lock using my knife. I'd have to wait for everyone to be asleep however, and there might be trouble if they've set a guard up outside the door in the passages beyond.'

(Y/n) mentally saved that idea in the back of her mind as she went into fetal position hitting her head back and forth over and over for SOMETHING that could be of use to help her out of this situation. (Y/n) began to pace the room, working out the nuances of her plan again when something morbid hit her. Remembering something normally she wouldn't even begin to think about this, She stared at the steak knife that was placed on the window in the subtle moonlight in the night sky....

It looked very sharp

It looked like it could hurt someone, bad.

'I could lay in and wait then try and jump one of them as they open my door. This knife is rather sharp and menacing, and as such would make the perfect tool or weapon, It's not impossible I guess, I've technically won a fight against Miss Bonnefoy right? I think I could take someone like Oliver or Flavio, the only problem is if they send someone like Lutz or Viktor.'

(Y/n) looked at those two ideas in her head over and over, soon enough she was able to weave them into a plan, A plan (y/n) believed was gonna get her and her friends out in no time.

The next step, escape.

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(Y/n) realized her best course of action would be to pry open the locking mechanism to her room and her friend's cell and sneak out in the pitch-black cover of night, undetected. (Y/n) waited impatiently, counting as the minutes slip by, an anxious, terrified feeling taking up residence in her chest.

After what seems like an eternity, the sky outside darkens more until it is as black as pitch, and not a soul is to be heard. The terrified (Y/n) carefully crept over to the locked door and jammed her knife into the space between the door and the wall. After a few moments of fiddling with the lock, the door swings open with a shrill creak. she hesitantly enters the dark hall, every hair on (Y/n)'s body standing up, every bone in her body alert, every slight noise making her jump. (Y/n) stealthily stride along the twists and turns of the hallway like a passage trying to find the cell her friends were in, soon she became vaguely aware of a strange shadow by her side.

At first (Y/n) dismissed that shadow has her own and brushed it aside, The more she felt the walls looking for a handle to the prison cell, the more that feeling bugged her, the more it bothered her, finally (Y/n) worked up the courage to turn around.

It was Matt

He was a couple steps behind you

He wasn't happy