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

Taking back The Good Life

It was 10:00Pm EST Friday May 5th 1950 (Y/n) was sitting in her room, door locked as the jazz music played downstairs. (Y/n) was wearing a tasteful purple nightdress. The moon was full and bright lighting up the outside of the mansion, at least 30 cars were lined up outside the Edelstein mansion. (y/n) was at her desk, none of her usual art supplies were out but she was able to find a journal in one of her handy bags.

'What now, what am I supposed to do now, if I tell they'll kill me but if I keep it a secret they torture me!'

People reach their limits eventually and (Y/n) had just about had it, how was she supposed to keep this locked up inside boiling?

(Y/n) went to ANOTHER DIMENSION and ALMOST GOT KILLED. How was she supposed to forget about that, to top it off they can just come and go to torture her whenever they please.

Time was ticking, the kettle was about to burst.

"I can't just simply avoid mirrors either, I just witnessed Viktor come out of a pond reflection, mirrors are one thing but reflections?! That mirror by the school probably wasn't even special, just another mirror they can come and go from."

In times like these (Y/n) misses Lovino the most

Oh Lovino.

Living this life without Lovino became the worst part of it all, (Y/n) would rather have to fall into that freezing cold ice pond a thousand times and have Lovino comfort her or even call her an idiot for even getting into that situation than just have him....gone.

(Y/n) opened her cabinet, Inside the cabinet was the can of root beer and the note. She painted the note rainbow with watercolors and doodled on it. She wrote poems and made paintings of him and kept in this one cabinet in her desk, the absence of Lovino felt like a part of her soul was ripped from her body, and now (Y/n) was just left to put it back together with art.

Françoise quietly knocked on (Y/n)'s door, (Y/n) jumped and hid any trace of her art in the cabinet in case she stormed in.

"Go away Françoise!"

Françoise sighed and leaned on the wooden door. "Okay (Y/n) I will leave, but the guests are here and Mrs. Edelstein wants you to come down and introduce yourself to the guests. I know you hate parties but think of this as a goodbye party in a way, you are going back to the foster home on the 7th. Please be polite and say Hi and you can go back to your room for privacy."

(Y/n) finally gave in, Françoise's request seemed reasonable enough and it would only take 30 minutes. If (Y/n) was going back to the foster home she may as well make her goodbye count.

"Okay Françoise, I'll get dressed."

"Alright Poppet."

"Hey Françoise what did you just-"

The door creaked open, (Y/n) got up from her desk to investigate, nobody was actually outside her door...

(Y/n) blinked in disbelief and quickly closed the door. 'Don't worry (y/n), she could've just gone back, it's just a coincidence.'

(Y/n) opened her closet door, you know forgetting the fact all her dresses were in her bags. The little brain fart passed quickly as she unzipped her suitcase, For some reason none of her dresses were in...weird. She tried another suitcase but that one still didn't have her dresses.

"Oh wait a minute, Maybe Fançoise has them in the laundry room."

Before (y/n) exited the room she went back to her desk and took out a little something, A butchers knife (Y/n) stole from the kitchen the knife was silver and it's handle was made of decaying wood, The knife has letters carved onto it's rim that spelled out. "SHEF". Normally (y/n) wouldn't bring a steak knife with her before entering and leaving rooms but nothing had been normal for a long time, what's one thing more?