#yandere canada

[504py]

Its me again (i hope you don't mind i am in you ask again 😅)

So uh do you have headcanon for yandere russia and canada with their s/o?

Thx 🌻

holy SHIT i got carried away 😭😭😭 this was supposed to be a short post, but i got too deep into their characterization. and don't worry!! i appreciate your asks! anyways, here we go guys... please heed the warnings!

Yandere Russia and Yandere Canada Relationship Headcanons

Gender neutral, domestic violence, implied NSFW, self-harm, manipulation, forced feminization, dubious consent, stalking, long post ahead!

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Russia

How the relationship started

Your relationship with Ivan first started with you doing some mundane thing, but he was there at the right place and the right time, and something about you intrigued him. Be it at a restaurant eating a strange food combination, seeing you early in the morning with your hair wet and rushing to get somewhere, or even getting a glimpse of your mismatched socks when you walked past him and didn't even pay him any mind. That was enough to seal your fate as his property. His mind can't seem to stop running with thoughts of you, how are you, why are you, and he needs to scratch that itch.

Ivan sends out a private investigator to stalk you basically, and provide him with your daily schedule. Once Ivan has your schedule, he dismisses the investigator, and takes matters into his own hands by stalking you himself, and trying to insert himself into your daily life.

Then, it was just a matter of getting to know you, courting you with expensive gifts and dates, then fully dooming yourself when you accepted him as your boyfriend.

Expectations

Ivan is very blunt with what he wants. Not very long into your relationship, around a month or so, he asks you to move in with him. Any sort of opposition or protest will be stonewalled by this; "We will be married and living together someday anyways. Why fight it? Don't you love me?"

So, whether you like it or not, you move in with him in his giant, lonely house.

There are no maids and none of the Baltic states to be seen, and this is because Ivan expects you to fulfill the role of a housewife, regardless of your gender. So he'd like for you to do chores yourself and to clean up around the house while he's gone. He doesn't expect perfection from your cleaning, in fact, he finds it a little charming when some areas aren't clean or spotless. His house was huge and you were only so small.

On the topic of fulfilling the role of his housewife, he expects you to do other things that make you fit the role even more, such as giving him affection, cooking for him, and keeping up a good front when guests are around. He wants the two of you to evoke the image of a traditional married couple so badly, and if you fail to meet those requirements...

Punishments

Ivan can be cruel. He doesn't tolerate rebellion very well, and his punishments are always physical.

He is a very touchy man, and if you fail to reciprocate his touch, or actively shy away from it, he'll only get more aggressive. His hugs will feel more suffocating, his grip on your jaw while he kisses you will feel bruising, and you swear, it feels like he's trying to crush your hand while he holds it, despite the sweet smile on his face..

If you continue to refuse him, he'll be much less subtle with his harm. One day, when you try to shove him away from you, his grip on your arm tightens to the point it feels like he might just snap it, and he pulls you close to whisper a threat into your ear; "Will you continue to be like this?"

If you say no and apologize, which would be your best option, he'll let out a strained breath and try to relax his clenched jaw, before letting up his grip on your arm and muttering an apology under his breath himself.

If you say yes... His jaw will tense up, and the look he gives you is bone-chilling. "Alright." He says, and doesn't give you much time to think before he drags you to the front door, and throws you out into the harsh cold, with only the clothes on your back.

You can cry and scream apologies and bang on the door all you want, but he's already walked away and drinking a bit of vodka to soothe his own nerves.

He'll keep you outside till you are on the brink of getting mild hypothermia. He waits there, thinking of how long it'd take for the cold to get to someone of your size and shape. He knows everything about snow, and he knows everything about you.

Right before you start to ebb in and out of consciousness, he opens the door, and drags you back inside, wiping the snow off of you and taking your weak, shivering body in his arms.

You cling to him, wanting to live in his house, his coat, and in his arms forever after experiencing the unforgiving hellscape that is the Russian winter.

Ivan mutters sweet nothings, the alcohol in his breath and the powdery smell of his clothing enveloping all your senses. He says that he wouldn't have to do this if you would've just obeyed him, that this is all your fault, and that he didn't want to do this and that he just loves you too much.

If you had any sense of self-preservation, you'll listen to him from now on, and if not... He wouldn't be above breaking a few bones. But you won't disobey him again, right? It's for your own good.

"I'm sorry, моя любовь.."

Rewards

Ivan is a very affectionate man, but he isn't the best at showing it vocally. He shows it in the lavish gifts and dates he goes on with you— Yes, he takes you out on dates. Only for special events or when he's feeling particularly affectionate, but he does it too because he feels he also has a role to fulfill as a doting, providing husband. He'd feel too bad if he just kept you locked up your whole life as his wife (and, also, he wants to test you.. He wants to see if you'll act up in public, and to see if he can trust you). Ivan feels it adds to the aesthetic of a married couple, too.

Besides that, he is INCREDIBLY physically affectionate. He has no sense of personal space at all, which may or may not be a bad thing to you, but regardless, what you think doesn't really matter, and he'll continue to invade it anyways.

He always calls you over to sit on his lap, he sleeps way too close to you, and he's always looming over your shoulder no matter where and what you're doing. As long as he's home, it's GUARANTEED he will be touching you in some way, shape or form.

Because of such things, Ivan is.. prone to getting intimate with you.

Unlike everything else, he actually sort of values your consent when it comes to the bedroom. Yes, he will make advances and be very touchy-feely, and maybe intimidate you a bit, but at the end of the day, if you keep refusing it, he'll let up, but his mood will noticeably be more tense.

Ivan is especially prone to this because clothing is one of his favorite things to gift you, he enjoys dressing you up in things he finds cute. And I mean literally. Whatever he buys for you, be it dresses, coats, or underwear, Ivan will want to be there to undress you and then dress you up in the things he bought himself. You're like his own cute little doll.

Regardless of your gender, Ivan will buy you feminine clothing and accessories. He may even be inclined to forcing you to grow out your hair.

He likes sniffing you. He rests his nose atop your scalp while hugging you, just to breathe in your scent. It calms him like nothing else in the world, and he feels alive again.

And during not-so-often times like these, he'll speak and voice his affections.

"I love you.. We are going to have a great life together."

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Canada

How the relationship started

Matthew would be completely enamored by you just.. noticing him on a regular basis. Nodding your head at him whenever you two walked by each other in the hallway, mumbling a hello whenever you two sat next to each other, and the mere act of your eyes meeting his. Fully looking at him, and not just straight through him. It always left him red and unable to calm his heart for the rest of the day, so it was only natural he'd fall head over heels for you.

His crush on you kept festering day by day, with him being too shy to continue the little interactions you have, and having such little experience with socializing that he wouldn't even know how to continue furthering this "relationship."

Matthew is rather delusional. He spends his days fantasizing about talking to you, hanging out with you, being with you romantically, and, more often than he'd like to admit, rather impure things... all while you're seated next to him, or while you're across from him, a heady stare through his foggy glasses.

Eventually, Matthew starts to believe that you two were already in a romantic relationship, despite being acquaintances at best, and he starts to get really insecure. What if you forget about him someday? What if you stop noticing him, and you just disappear from his life? He believes that other people you notice, any other person you notice, will jeopardize that oh so special relationship you and Matthew clearly have.

So, Matthew bites the bullet, and asks you out for lunch one day. You smiled and blushed at him so brightly as you accepted, and at that moment, he knew he'd dedicate everything he had in his life to worshipping you.

Expectations

Matthew still puts in an effort to appear like a normal boyfriend, unlike Ivan, so your relationship with him would progress much more naturally.

That doesn't mean he hasn't been doing anything weird, though.

Matthew's already been envisioning what it'd be like to have a family and grow old with you the first moment he heard your voice. All you said was, "Good morning." So what more now that you two are in a real, established, romantic relationship?

He fantasizes constantly about clinging to you like a lifeline and crying about how much he loves you, and to hear you feel the same way he does. He wants to pin you beneath him, letting him do all the work, and showing you just how much he loves you, while whispering praises and prayers to you with a crazed, devoted look in his violet eyes.

You two have only been together for three weeks.

...If it wasn't apparent, all he wants is for you to always, always be by his side.

He doesn't care much for appearances or services like Ivan does. If anything, Matthew wants to be the one to do nice things for you, though he would like it too if you did nice stuff for him once in a while. Though, just kissing him on the cheek is enough to keep him overjoyed for like a week straight.

He spends a lot of time doting on you and trying to prolong the time you guys have together for as much as he can. Honestly, for the most part, Matthew would play the role of a normal boyfriend rather well, and your relationship wouldn't be really turbulent, except for, well...

Punishments

Matthew hates it when you have to go. Usually, he very reluctantly drives you back home after a bit of a fight, but he's just so pitiful you could never find it in yourself to be mad at him. I think he'd be the type to cry whenever you two had any sort of disagreement.

When he's lucky, he can get you to stay the night, which absolutely sends him on cloud nine, but it's not often enough for his liking...

Things would boil over, though, when you had to leave earlier than usual because you had to go to do something, like hang out with a friend, visit your mother, anything of the sort, and Matthew gets really upset.

He starts this whole thing of begging you to stay, that "Aren't I more important than them? Please don't leave." and he's tearing up, his shaky fingers holding onto your sleeve.

"Matthew, please, just for tonight."

"I-I don't want you to go, though."

Then he's crying. Harder than he usually does, and he's looking at you like a kicked puppy.

How could you still go after seeing him like that?

Matthew then learns that he can win you over with his tears. If he just cries for you, you'll stay, won't you?

He'd never lay his hands on you, but he'd constantly guilt-trip you and manipulate you for things to go in his favor.

Violence is something he'd see as a last resort, but it's still something he'd use against everyone else and himself, but never you. He hates to hurt others, but if they get in the way of him and you, he'll do it. I feel like people forget that, while nowhere as strong as Alfred is, Matthew is still a pretty strong guy. He wouldn't ever kill anyone, but he'd severely hurt them, and he'd be hiding his face the whole time.

And yes, he'd hurt himself for you. Those crocodile tears are bound to stop working on you someday, and when that time comes, he'll harm himself and say that he'll just keep hurting himself if you aren't with him.

Then you'll just have to run back to him, tend to his wounds, and reassure him that you still love him and that you'll stay.

...But if you keep trying to run, he'll have to just lock you up so you won't look at anyone else ever again.

Rewards

Matthew is affectionate in every sense, though he tends to show it through the way he wants to do anything and everything with you.

He's always holding onto your hands, massaging little circles into it, getting your favorite snacks when he does his groceries, drying your hair after showers, arranging dates and cooking and cleaning for you as much as he can. He's naturally very doting.

He does his best for you, he really does.

Besides acts of service, Matthew just likes to spend time with you. Lazing around with you on the couch, playing with your hair, and gazing right into your eyes like you were heaven-sent. He always has the most lovestruck expression on his face whenever he's with you.

"...You're the only one for me, you know that?" He mumbles, almost as if he doesn't know he's even talking.

And he says this next line with such devotion dripping from his voice that it makes your blood run a little cold.

"...I love you so much. Never leave me.."

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(....guys was that decent. anyways! all art used is mine so if you're reading this, go give the original posts some love on my blog!)

[shini--chan]

Hey, could I request yandere Allies punishing dear reader, only to realize afterwards that the Allies themselves misplased the knife ect? And thank you for the amazing writing you do!

The pleasure is mine, dear. And please people, don’t read this during, or after eating - this especially refers to the France part of this post. Rated mature for reasons. 

Trigger warnings: Attempted murder, temporary death, body horror, gore, domestic violence, animal death

Yandere Allies - Oversight

America

Now that had been unexpected, it occured to Alfred while he was in limbo. Limbo generally was a weird place, and it was best to focus on the internal going ons, than the external happenings. The alien geometries and starburst fractals and the unliving creatures haunting the semi-shadows would only make the aroma of his own death linger longer in his mouth should he inspect them. No need to pass over to the other side yet, either - he wasn't at the end of his life either. 

You were going to be in so much trouble when he got back. All that blood on his desk, it really wouldn't do. Perhaps he should force you to clean it up. Couldn't you have opted for a less bloody option, than slitting his throat? For all that you claimed to be kinder and fairer than him, with your modus operandi you had demonstrated that you were anything but that. And you called him a hypocrite. 

All of this because of your damn attitude problems and a misplaced knife. Hormone imbalance, mayhaps? He should have you take a blood test, just to make sure that a thyroid dysfunction wasn't on the table. 

Slowly the connection to his physical body started to reestablish itself and he felt the chill of death creep in his bones. Thankfully, due to his superpower status, his time in the limbo was relatively short and his body was therefore not too cold when he returned to it. Though, the dead time had been increasing as of late, and that was worrying all on its own. Something he would have to look at another time, though. 

Air entered his lungs and his heart gradually started pumping again. His throat felt like shit, but thankfully was closed. By the feel of it, you had covered it after you had murdered him. Speaking of you, he felt your hands rummaging in his jacket pockets. Rude. 

With some effort, he cracked his eyes open and observed you through his half-closed eyelids. He was on the floor, spread-eagle. Even through the postmortem blurr, he could recognise that you were pale beyond belief and you were shaking. The hands searching his person were frantic and your breathing was erratic. As his sense of smell kicked in, he caught the sharp sting of bile floating from his waste paper basket. 

Double Rude. If you had to kill someone, best not be a pussy about it and not vomit after doing the deed. Blazes, what was wrong with you that you couldn't even murder somebody probably? Maybe he'd have you kill one of those rats that once had vyed for your attention. Good riddance and a lesson all in one, that would be fantastic. 

Now, just to get your attention.

A hand wrapped around one of your ankles, and with his sight becoming clearer, he could see how your eyes went wide. Hands froze, and you turned your head to look down in that slow, comical fashion that was so typical of horror movie protagonists. When you screamed, he yanked your leg out from underneath you, causing the scream to morph into a yelp. 

Now this was funny

Given how distracted Alfred can get, he'll probably overlook where he placed the knife and will only realise what happened when it is too late. The best course of action would be to book it. If you want further time then you'd have to put Alfred even further out of commision, so that more time is spent healing.

When he does get you again, he'll be borderline manic and you can be assured that whatever punishment shall commence will be worse than the one that allowed you to obtain the knife in the first place.

Canada

"I do hope you just have the knife 'cause you wanna cook something", he remarked. Matthew didn't even look up from where he was plucking his eyebrows, just kept staring intently in the small beautician mirror he had before him. There were more important things than you waving a knife around as if you knew how to use it. You couldn't even chop vegetables properly.

"And what if I don't?", you asked snidely. Slippers scraped against the floorboards as you approached him. Turning the mirror just so, he saw you over his shoulder, with a knife held high. Was your pallor and trembling due to the blood loss, fear, or both?

"You wouldn't dare to kill me. We both know that."

"How can you be so sure? After everything you've done to me, why shouldn't I?", you asked in return. Your voice wasn't even - it cracked and faltered at the end of some words and he had to strain his hearing to make out the others.

The personification turned around slowly, intent on being dramatic. He jad seen Alfred and his Lord Father do so often enough for him to be able to imitate them perfectly. 

There you were standing, holding the never some knife he had used to cut paper fine cuts in your back, a tally of all the spanks he had inflicted on you. You had been so upset, the humiliation and pain forcing tears from your eyes. Not surprising that you were having a tantrum, therefore.

Matthew was taller than you and therefore it was so easy to look down on you. 

"You've never hurt somebody. You wouldn't even dare cut a bunny's throat and then skin it, even if your life depends on it. Everytime somebody talks about organs and blood for more than five minutes, you become green. Do you really think it is believable when you say you want to injure me? Or even go further than that and kill me? 

So stop lying to yourself. You don't have the guts to kill me, 'cause that would mean staining your ledger with red", he explained, and with each other word, took a step closer to you. Eventually, you had to tilt your head back to look him in the eye.

 Trembling like a frightened rabbit, you clutched the blade even tighter to make sure it didn't fall out of your hand. No further words were said, but there was no need, for when he met no resistance when he pried the implement out of your grasp, he knew his words had hit home. 

It would come as no surprise to Canada should you approach him with a knife and malicious intent. Judging from your past reactions to punishments, it would be a given that you would act out more than usual, should you get your hands on a weapon

He would be willing to let it slide, as a way of showing just how inconsequential you arming yourself is to him. It is not like you can gain the upper hand over him or something of the sort, so why should he punish you for that? Besides, he is more angry with himself for making such a mistake. He is supposed to set a standard, to have a certain image in your mind. How can he have that if he is constantly slipping up?

China

The steel felt cold against your skin. This whole thing was rather silly, even petty. It wasn't like that you didn't have unrestricted access to a whole assortment of knives. Heavens, it would take little convincing for Yao to let you take up fencing, and with historical swords for that. With a little work, you could then turn a blunted long sword into a sharp blade. This was more about the principal than the outcome.

Yao was enjoying a book on the couch, as was typical for a workday evening. There was even a cup of tea … no, herbal infusion on the table beside him and every now and then he would reach over and take a few sips. 

You just had to get your timing correct. 

After a few minutes of waiting, he finally reached over again and that was the moment you chose to strike. Quickly, you lunged in order to cross the space in the blink of an eye and rammed the knife downward.

The ugly screech of metal being embedded in wood filled the room, and the steel glinted crimson with droplets of blood. Yao hadn't even let go of the tea cup, now lifted slightly off the table surface. What he had done was spill some tea. 

There wasn't even a change in expression when he fixed his eyes on you. The cup exchanged hands and your partner lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked the blood away that was seeping out of the shallow cut in his hand.

"That was planned?", he finally inquired, his hand falling down to the table. He pushed himself upright and set the cup back down. 

It was kind of strange, now. You were kneeling at his feet and he was sitting above you, like you were some child begging for leniency from the patriarch of the family. 

"Yes."

"Don't tell me you are still upset about me eating the last of your chocolates."

"That is what you think this is about. No, it is about the dress."

"Really? That is even worse than the chocolate argument."

"Excuse you, but not everybody takes it well when you cut a dress from their body and burn it in the fireplace. It was new!"

Thin eyebrows shot up and he gave you a nasty sneer as he recalled the incident that had occured last weekend. Oh, he had made it so apparent that he hated seeing that piece on you. 

"Why would you insist on clothing your body with that filth gifted to you by that mutt? He wasn't doing it to be a friend, he was doing it because he wanted you in his bed."

Scoffing, you rose to your feet and brushed the dirt of the trousers you were wearing. 

"Don't you think I noticed? He was being rather obvious about it. And before you accuse me of wanting to sleep with him - no, just no. But I wasn't going to say no to that expensive dress.

Since China wouldn't use the knife itself to directly harm you, he'll quickly brush this all off as an overreaction. Due to such an incident occurring rather early in the relationship, it would be easy to make you see your own actions as being unreasonable. Will do his best to make you feel guilty about the whole thing.

Would treat you like a brat afterwards. You better think of something good to make up to him. This treatment would go on for a while until you "prove" to him that you are mature. Yao will use this incident to his advantage in the future - such as making you turn two blind eyes to his red flags so that you can't be accused of overreacting. 

England

Arthur had his features drawn together in a pinched expression. Muscles in his cheeks jumped as he visibly kept his anger in check. Stretch a hand out to you. 

"Now, now darling. Be good and give me the knife", he said, with that soft, light tone that was more fitting when talking to a child than with you. It made your skin crawl. It made you grip the knife in your hand ever tighter. 

"No."

"Don't draw this out longer than it has to be. Give me the knife, and then you can go curl up on the couch 'till I'm finished tending to the fire.”

He was trying so hard to reason with you, to persuade you into complying with his will. But you know, that if you do, he’ll be no more lenient with you, than if you hadn’t. That is the part of the inherent cruelty of Arthur Kirkland. He is a callous and selfish man, who parades his supposed virtues not out of the pureness of his heart, but because they are fashionable. With you, there are enough times when he forgoes keeping up appearances, because it is not like you can leave him. 

And so the sheathed blades are unsheathed, and if you step out of line, a world of pain awaits you, both in the metaphorical and the literal sense. Arthur has an ideal that he wants you to live up to, and he doesn’t take it well when you break the mould. 

He took a step forward, and you one back. This couldn’t go on. Constantly he goaded you on being weak-willed and therefore needing him to make major decisions in your life - this was the opportunity to make him eat his words. 

All factors weren’t considered when you charged forwards, blade thrusted forward and aimed at the heart. The next few seconds passed in a blur, but afterwards, looking back on it, you knew what happened: 

The fire poker was pointed downwards and used to push the kitchen knife to the side. With the momentum you had put in the move, you weren’t able to take a step back and redeploy. His right arm wound itself around your outstretched one, fastening you to his side. The poker moved swiftly, swinging over the outer side of your elbow and the tip found its home at your jugular. 

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you wanted to be subdued by me. You know how aroused I get when I get to tame you. So tell me, did you want this all along?”, he asked coyly. 

A wild spark danced in his eyes, not akin to one that you had ever seen before. A hunter that only went after the biggest, most dangerous quarry and delighted in the fight itself. The scent of blood and sweat, the screams of the dying - you had feared Arthur before, but this was a different story. There had been to much ease with how simply he turned the tables. Perhaps fears of him being a berserker at heart were well founded. 

You tried to wind out of the lock, and subsequently bent your arm. Thankfully, the poker was no longer a few milimetres from penetrating your neck, but now it was pressing you down by the elbow. The strength behind the move forced you to give in and follow the course that Arthur was directing you to. Being led around like that, you were forced to make an arc around him. The fire poker pressed your elbow towards him, giving you no choice but to flop down on your back. 

Hand and metal implement vanished and you breathed deeply. Arthur was still standing in front of the fireplace, the fire shining behind him. That, and with him standing over you, made him look like some angel about to punish you for your sins. 

“If you have to attack, then never do so half heartedly or when full of rage. I can tell you this, because either way, you never stand a chance of winning against me.”

Arthur would be very irritated in this whole matter. But if you are so insistent, then he’ll gladly play teacher to his new, so willing pupil and give you a lesson that you wouldn’t forget so fast. With all the years of combat experience and practice in swordsmanship under his belt, his victory would be a given. He would even go so far as to say he would be able to defeat you with a cooking spoon. 

Would make a whole game out of it. It has been so long since he has had a decent sparring partner that he might as well train you up to par. That way, he could easily demonstrate his superiority on a regular basis, he would have the perfect conditions to bully you, and you would get to release all those pesky emotions of yours that otherwise make you so disagreeable. Win-win, right?

France

You glowered at France. The bastard was sitting across from you, arms crossed in front of him and with a disgustingly smug grin on his obnoxious face. It was sickening really, the whole thing was sickening, and he was acting as if justice had been served. 

So far, you had managed to avoid eating the meat part of the dish, and had wasted a lot of time pushing around the chips and carrots before consuming them. The piece of meat was covered with cheese, something that you had decided on so that you wouldn't have to see it, that you wouldn't have to smell it.

Cooking your beloved pet had been bad enough as it was. The scent of blood still lingered in your nose, and even now that last panicked scream echoed in your ears. 

Now it would be time to start eating it; there was nothing else left on your plate.

You wanted to puke. 

Grabbing sideways, you managed to get the knife in your grasp. You didn't even look as to where the offending thing went exactly. Eyes were just focused on his face, and the time went in that general direction. He even had to duck.

The next moments didn't register by you, as you buried your face in your hands and sobbed loudly. All of this just because of one man's jealousy. With a sweeping motion, you sent the plate crashing to the floor, not caring that the results of you resisting your punishment. 

You just wanted this whole nightmare to be over. 

France wouldn't really be the sort to resort to physical violence, except if very specific circumstances apply, like war, colonialism or dealing with treason to the nation. Since that can't really be expected, the knife would be an instrument in your psycological torture. In the case described above, that would take the form of forcing you to kill, process and eat a pet that he is jealous of. 

In his eyes, you should be his lover and not share your love with somebody or something that isn't him or his. If you would not let him bask in your love and attention, then drastic measures shall be needed. And what is more valuable than a life? 

Russia

With a nauseating squelch, the knife buried itself in the meat of his shoulder. Blood sprayed upwards and some of it immediately seeped out of the wound. A loud grunt broke the silence as your victim was torn from his sleep through the violence. 

You wanted to wrench the blade out while you still had the chance, but it was harder to pull out than you thought. Perhaps the force behind the blow had been enough to lodge the knife in the bone. It apparently wasn't sharp enough to effortlessly slide out of it. 

On top of that, Ivan scooted out of the bed before you could dislodge the blade, fast despite the injury and the sleep weariness. Your captor stood a good few metres away, the twilight of the room making him look like some giant beast. The heavy panting and the knife handle sticking out of his shoulder only added to that image. 

"Are you insane?", he hissed. 

One large hand reached up and pulled. Now the blade came out in a fluid motion, and drops of blood sprayed forward. Due to the very loose nightshirt that he was wearing, you hadn't managed to emesh the fabric with the wound - the metal had only penetrated human tissue. 

Ivan hadn't even let out a single grunt of pain. Even now, when blood was running down his chest, then disappearing down the hemline of the shirt, staining it red, he seemed unfazed.

"You're one to talk", you snapped back. "Did it never occur to you that I might get fed up with the way you treat me and decide to retaliate?" 

He scoffed and stepped closer to you. The knife was tossed to the side, and he glowered. 

"And did it ever occur to you that I don't punish you because I find it fun, but because you need to learn that your actions have consequences? You are not some child, so you should know better than to think I'll simply let you do as you please. Though, from the stunt you've pulled now, I'm actually inclined to reassess my thoughts about your maturity", he stated. 

With each word, he took a step closer until his toes were touching yours. A strange crawling motion could be seen in the area of the wound, like it didn't want to accept the parting. 

"Oh, and weren't you of that same opinion when you put me over your knee and gave me a hiding with the flat side of that blade?", you challenged him. Oh the terror had quickly morphed into humiliation once you had realised what was going on. 

"Perhaps you should stop behaving like a sugar-addled brat then."

The skin and meat knitted itself together, a grotesk acceleration and bastardisation of the natural heal process. Ivan signed in relief and took his attention off of you and inspected the scarless skin, rolling his shoulder and flexing his muscles. 

Your heart dropped and your thoughts slowed to a standstill in shock. You had severely underestimated him.

"And also not turn to being a traitor. You know very well what I do with those."

Ivan would take your actions against him as treason and if there is something that he can't tolerate, it is a traitor. Gone are all the privileges and outings and affection. If you aren't quick to make up to him and express your remorse and see the error of your ways, you're going to have a long road ahead of you. You'll have to work hard to get back into his good graces; even just getting him to treat you with human decency would take a while. 

In his eyes, if you choose such disproportionate retaliation in response to his actions, then you either have an attitude problem or something went wrong in your upbringing. He'll be happy to correct that. It'll range from what you are allowed to eat, to the media you consume, to your bedtime. Imagine a strict headmistress or matron. 

A/N: The move I described is actually a real technique used with one handed sword. It was a cool day learning that one. 

France was hard to write, so I decided to keep it short. 

[brianlesshetaliawritings]

Can you do yandere canada and russia after they stop their darling from escape with a bit of violence like broken bone? Like how they treat y/n after that

Yandere Canada and Russia after breaking his darling's leg. (to stop them escaping)

would it be bad to say im excited to write this? idk. i got to thinking and decided i'll go with a broken leg if ya don't mind, sorry. also, sorry again for taking so long. and also like, sorry if this sucks ass??.. i didnt pass writing class if you can tell. but uhh.. ya, this is probably really bad so im sorry. :( another note: I JUST FUCKING REALIZED THAT THIS WAS PROBABLY A REQUEST FOR AFTERWARDS OH MY GOD IM STUPID I WAS GONNA WRITE THE WHOLE PROCESS AND SHIT😭 I NEVER READ SHIT ALL THE WAY ISTG

tw: violence, broken bones, abuse, force feeding, similar stuff

!! yandere content. if you can't handle any behavior possibly seen in a yandere please don't read this. !! (example; obsessive, stalkery, possessive, violent, or generally horrid behaviour.)

Canada

Canada honestly hated having to do this, but he really felt like he had to. That and he was just really pissed. Like a lot. Like screaming, hitting, and punching type pissed. But, again, doesn't like seeing you hurt.

After he absolutely destroyed your lower calf and beat you for a while he spent a minute staring at you, a bit in a daze, until eventually suddenly snapping out it and quickly bringing you home to properly care for the damage he has afflicted upon you.

He was way gentle afterwards, bandaging and disinfecting the wounds with much care and as thuroughly as possible. Though, it was clear he wasn't just going to let this off the hook with the way he decided to directly tie you to a hook on the wall, with very little wiggle room and no way to move more than maybe a foot.

Your progress in all the freedom you acquired was not only reset, but even worse than where you first got here. It's uncomfortable, even with the pilow he provided you. You're no longer allowed to have your hands free in general, and he has to feed you instead of letting you do it yourself. When you need to use the restroom you have two minutes in there until he starts asking what you're doing in there.

It wasn't really all that painful though outside of the ache of the previous abuse he made you endure. That and the occasional ache from the limitted positions you have at your disposal, don't worry though. Every three days he'll switch your spot so you'll at the very least have a different view to look at. In general, he isn't the worst to have, but definitely not the quickest to forget. You'll be stuck doing this for another month or two before he even considers giving you the slightest of freedoms.

Russia

Ivan is not nearly as lenient as Canada. Hell, after he beats the life out of you, probably breaking more than just your leg, he decides to lock you up in the basement—the cold, empty basement. He drags you to the stairs, shoves you down, and locks the door before ditching you for the next day or so.

Eventually, though, he returns, purely to ensure you don't die. You've been bad, but he'd never want you dead. It would be a lonely world without you by his side. His hands roughly push you around as he wraps you up in bandages and drenches your wounds, rubbing the stuff off with a washcloth afterward. He forces you to be tied up in a position where the majority of your bones will heal correctly, besides the leg. If the leg is messed up, that'll make any future attempts all the harder for you, which is what he wants.

Once he's done with that, it'll be another two days. No food, no water, no warmth, no him. Just sitting in the basement without pain medicine, starving, perhaps freezing, as he does nothing to help you with frostbite or hypothermia. Though, as expected, he returns yet again, and this time with food. The force-feeding will be rough, and you'll likely choke a couple of times, but honestly, it's better than you having been starving earlier.

This will be your life for two or so weeks, rotting in the basement, with your only human interaction being when you need to eat or maybe even for the restroom. The good news, though, is that Russia isn't a very patient man. Even if he's frustrated, he misses you a lot. So you'll be freed rather quickly compared to Canada, funny enough. Or at least, freed from the basement, that is.

Don't take this as him forgetting, though. Oh no, he remembers. You're only this lucky because he loves you, okay? You'll never know any of the freedoms you might've had in the past, and you're pretty much stuck with being tied or trapped for the rest of your miserable life. The only thing that'll really change is just the quality of how he'll treat you, the comfort in which you'll be provided, and your setting. So have fun, dear reader, and good luck. You'll need it.

[yantalia545]

So the darling escapes and is recaptured again. How would the Allies restrain their darling so they can’t escape again?

Russia: bird cage

If you were so content with trying to fly away from him, then maybe it would be fitting to put you in a cage too. Russia will even change your nickname to his little songbird to suit you better for your new setting. 

Russia was known for being a violent man without even meaning to. He’s deathly afraid of hurting you, even when heartbroken by your escape attempt, and felt the need to put you somewhere where even he couldn’t hurt you. Which was what led you to being placed in a large gilded bird cage that even he didn’t have the key to. 

You’ll never see the light of day again and you will eventually lose your ability to walk with how little your able to use your legs. However, you’ll never go hungry or be without clean clothes and a bath. Even if it is a sponge bath. You will always be dressed in warm and beautiful dresses; Mostly brightly colored and flowy. Russia loves the sight of you popping out in his dark basement, but would never want you to freeze. Unless you tried to somehow escape again. Then the cold will serve as your punishment.

Russia will make sure to personally bring you three meals a day and always take the time to spend time with you at every meal. Though most times it’s just him running his hands through you hair while he talks about his day as you eat silently. If he was really mad with you that day for either trying to escape again or just being disrespectful of him, then Russia will cut you off from any food. Since he is also the only person you’re allowed to see, you’ll also have no one to visit you. You’ll be forced to starve in his cold, dark basements all by yourself.

Even if you never speak about running away again or try to act nicely towards Russia, he’ll never let you out. Ivan never trusts a person after they’ve betrayed him. He won’t fall for any discrepancies again. You included. 

If anyone else takes pity on you and try to help you then Russia will have fun in torturing them right in front of you. He’ll take amusement in toying with them for hours on end. Their screams echoing in your mind forever as you can only watch in absolute horror from the safety of your cage.

China: tracker

Unlike Russia, China does want to interact with you  and have as close to a normal relationship as he can. After all, it’s not healthy to be locked in one place for the rest of your life. You need sunlight and physical excursive but he can’t have you running away from him. In his mind, you’re a lost soul in need or his guidance and protection, without it, you would be vulnerable to this greedy world.

You may not understand now, but you need him just as much as he needs you. 

He doesn’t want anything that would jeopardize your beauty and health, in fact, he’d like nothing more than to amplify your beauty and have you reach to your fullest potential. Just as long as it’s by his side of course and what better way to do that than with extravagant jewels? All things mighty and holly wear valerate pendants of silver and gold so why should you be any different? 

It will of course, do more than just track where you are. China will have full, 24/7, access to your health and wellness too with this little device. All so he can configure your diet and activities to your daily needs. Or maybe so he can find more ways to belittle you and laugh as he seems to pop out of seemingly just the right place at just right time in your failed future escape attempts. 

P.S you can’t just take the darn thing off either since it’ll dig into your skin and alert him if you try, and believe me, you do not want to know what kind of punishments he’ll dish out for that pitiful stunt. 

America: Dollhouse 

Don’t you see he just wanted to live a wonderful dream with you? Life together would have been so perfect for the two of you. You’d be sitting at the top of the world and you wouldn't have needed to even lift a finger to have it. All you needed to do was love him, and you couldn’t do that simple thing. Now he has to take matters into his own hand.

If you want to be like everyone else then he can always condition you. Just like he’s done for all the others that wanted to disobey him.

This wouldn’t be after just your first attempt. Oh no, he’s passed that point long ago and had tried much softer, tamer, ways to coax you to be his perfect wife but you insisted on being so stubborn. America is all out of sympathy at this point and will make that apparent. 

The best way to describe your situation would be three movie sets stacked together to create a bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom. Although there is no leaving since there would a thick glass wall at the end of each set. Like an opened dollhouse with a screen to protect anything inside. You could try to break the glass but not even bullets could get through them. America made sure of that.

There will also be no concept of time to make it harder to escape. (If you had any chance of leaving at all). The illusion of daylight will be provided by artificial lights made to reenact sunlight and clocks that change time randomly.

When you wake the conditioning can begin.

He’ll force you to act out scenes to show you exactly what he wants and how he wants you to behave. Watching with, dead, love sick eyes on the other side of the glass as you fulfil his every desire. Act out, or deny his request and he’ll shock you with just a push of a button. Careful though, with each push the shock will become more intense, so you better behave yourself. 

Unlike the others though, America will let you out eventually but only when he knows your perfectly conditioned for him. 

Britain: Labrinth

I’d imagine he would only use this kind of method if the time of his obsession with you was during a time of war. His work would need too much of his attention to fully deal with you so he’ll use his magic to compensate for his lack of time.

He’ll create a world just for you with a door that only he can enter. There would be no escaping. Hell, you wouldn’t even know where you are or what in the world has happened to you. Recalling the events before you awoke here resulted in a feeling of haze until you reawake again, so it was pointless to try. All you could do was push forward in hopes of stumbling across an exit that doesn’t exists in your sense of reality.

It was a strange place to say the least. It was if your entire world with a series of brilliant paintings all jumbled into one place. The grass may be green and the flowers may bloom gracefully in one area, but then next would be the inside of an ancient coliseum. Nothing seemed to match or make much since here. Just a collection of beautiful creations and you were the climatic point of it all. 

In the small snippets of time that England manages to seize, he adores watching you explore his creations he’s created just for you. You were always such a curious darling. Always asking questions and searching for answers in places that could get a little thing like you in serious danger. According to England, this was the perfect place for you; A place to channel your never ending curiosities without ever needed to leave him and potentially hurt yourself. 

When England does finally decide to show himself to you again he won’t display himself as he’d done before. He’ll illustrate a new image of himself for you. One of total authority, love, and respect; Like a god. Even though he loves you dearly, England is still kind of a narcist. You will praise him and learn how to properly appease him. After all, he did create you world (even if he did trap you there..), it’s the least you can do to show your appreciation. If you fail to do so or don’t comply then he can always give you the not to pleasant sides of his creations.

With just a snap of his fingers he can turn this world of paradise into a hellish nightmare, so you best be carful. Awful disobedience will get you nowhere. 

France: Tower

He didn’t want to do this to you, but the world is so dangerous that he has to do whatever he has to do to keep his darling rose safe. France would never believe that you would have left him out of your own free will. You love him dearly, don’t you? The two of you were meant to be together bounded by souls. 

In his this twisted fantasy France had string together in his mind, he is only to assume that there is someone forcing you to run away from him but he just doesn’t know who it is yet. So, being your daring prince charming that he is, France will have no choice but to create a space where you can be safe from all eyes.

France would never even dare treat his precious rose with such disrespect by locking you in a dusty basements or risk scaring your delicate skin with harsh chains, so he’ll have you safely locked away in the tallest tower that he can construct.

Much like Mother Gospel in Rapunzel, France will make sure you have everything you could ever need and want without having you to leave your tower. It’s very rare for France to come up to your chambers and not have a gift for you.

Don’t bother trying to scream for help out the one window in the tower. You’re much too high up for anyone to hear and there’s no other rooms in the tower besides yours either. Jumping out is suicide and the only other way out is through a door that only opens with a doorknob that France makes sure to use to get inside before neatly tucking it away from your reach.

It’ll be almost as maddening as France's feelings for you to spend the rest of your life looking out at a world that you’d never be able to interact with again. Well, with nothing else besides what France brings you that is.

Canada: Drugs

This would be a snapping point for Canada. 

This was his last resort. You just couldn’t grasp how deathly the cold really is in the middle of nowhere no matter how hard he tried. That, and how dangerous the world is. This wouldn’t have been your first time escaping him but it most certainly will be your last. Canada is done playing around.

He takes your safety very seriously. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself if you some how got yourself hurt. Which was why he brought you to an isolated part of the mountains in the first place. You were an endangerment to yourself and you need him to protect you.

Canada is a very patient man. More than anyone else listed here. He was content with waiting for you to come around but that all gets thrown out the window when you hit him over the head and ran out into the freezing night with no jacket or boots on. 

He’s dealt with this before. You’ve tired running outdoors without him before and it didn’t end well. You slid down a slippery hill when running and smashed your head on your way down. You were in bed for a week with a concussion and a cold, and that was when you had warm clothes on! Lord only knows what would happen if you were left out there with nothing to protect you against his harsh winters!

This will hurt him way more than it will hurt you. Mostly because you will be too numb to comprehend much of what’s happening since you’ll constantly have a drug in your system. It’ll eat away at Canada every time he has to inject you. He’ll even cry often about how he’s sorry that things had to come to this.

It’s a shame really. All Canada ever wanted was for someone to notice him; To love him. You were the only person to give him the time of day and gave him life. He was so deathly scared to lose this feeling of love that he’d erase your entire personality just to preserve his own selfish desires. If this is the only way he can truly have you then he’ll do it.

You need to forget about the outside world now. It’s dead, and nothing out there will ever hurt the two of you ever again. Nothing to abandon you. Nothing to stab you in the back and leave you for dead. Nothing to spread lies of fear. Just the two of you together. Living comfortable and alone while the rest of the world rots.

[little-yandere-ish-blog]

Programming: Robot Canada x creator! reader

The finishing touches on your brand new program! You smiled excitedly you had made a companion to accompany your work. He would have your program but artificial intelligence to fix any issues of his system and upgrade himself. He would be constantly learning. Now you needed to implement the final personality programming! You smiled as you created Matthew Williams. Your personal robot, he looked so human it was freaky but he was perfect!

You turned on the final switch and unplugged him. You stepped back waiting eagerly. Was this it? Was this going to be the burden lifted off your shoulders and creating a brilliant mind similar to your own? You smiled as his purple eyes light up to life.

“Huh? Where am I?” He blinked looking at the garage analyzing everything. His eyes soon fixated on you. His system immediately recognized you from his programming you had implemented

“Oh (name)!” He immediately softened up, he greeted you like an old friend he hadn’t seen in years “ Its so good to see you, its nice to see you in your full form” He stepped towards you. 

“ Its good to see you too Matthew, I’m extremely happy to have you here, many many many months of work and here you are, this form of yours is extremely realistic! I programmed and put in so much in you!” You wanted to ramble about every detail of himself to him. 

Matthew smiled softly “ its okay, i’ve been conscious since you connected the motherboard to an energy source, you are so persistent with your works. Im so happy to have you be my companion.

Time skip~

Its been about 11 months since Matthew was launched up and everything was running extremely smoothly. He’s been a joy to have and absolute lovely to have in the lab. You thought maybe he needs another robotic companion! It must be hard to be alone when you have to work. So! You've been working on a gift for Matthew!

“Matthew can you please come into the garage?” you called out to the canadian male

Matthew took off his oven mitts “of course, is there anything you need? I can help until these cookies finish baking.” He looked up seeing another robot...it was like him extremely similar except....a cowlick and the bluest eyes you could ever imagine.

“Matthew, this is your technically older brother. I had his parts for much longer, he was an earlier prototype his name is Alfred” You smiled introducting them

“hey dude!” Alfred hugged Matthew “ its weird seeing you outside of the programming, you look fantastic!” 

Matthew froze up...why did (name) make him? Was she not satisfied with Matthew dedication and service?  Was she not happy with him? Maybe...maybe he needed to fully prove himself to be capable of handling all of their tasks...just (name) and Matthew not this fucking clown called his brother.

Alfred let go looking to (name) smiling, Matthew wanted to disassemble him right then and there. He wanted the fake blood running through Alfred’s false veins to spray all over the walls. He wanted to make (name) realize all they needed was him and only him. 

Matthew smiled “ well I’m so glad i have a companion and a brother to hang out with while you are at work” His analysis intelligence could recognize the emotions...how happy you were....seeing Alfred's signals sending romantic feelings to Alfred’s central processing ...no..no no no!!

Time skip a few weeks later, y/n POV

I was exhausted waking up to banging coming from the garage. Damn raccoon i’m sure, i went to the garage opened the door looking to see Alfred completely ripped apart and the fake blood spreading across the floor. I looked meeting Matthew's glowing purple eyes.

“oh..my god” Those were the only words I could muster from this horrific scene.

Matthew stood up “I didn’t want you to see this...he was a bad program” He looked to Alfred with disgust

“Matthew, what have you done?! You destroyed him! HES NOT EVEN ABLE TO BE BACKED UP!” I yelled, confused. The programming and those important central parts were destroyed 

“This is what you programmed me to do, to make sure we stay friends. to make sure you’re protected and safe. I don’t understand” He said quietly approaching me. My heart started pounding, oh god was he gonna kill me? I don’t remember programming this possessive behavior!

“I can see your temperature rising and your heart rate getting quicker, your stress levels are increasing dramatically” He said analyzing my entire body as he approached me 

“Yeah NO SHIT!” I snapped, scared and angry.

“ you made me like this, cant you see? or maybe my intelligence has surpassed you. I am god. I can create and destroy! Illness or age cannot effect me!! Not even water! NOTING!” He smiled...those purple eyes turning red.

Before I could get in a word he grabbed my face harshly “Can’t you see (y/n)? You need me...without me you’re nothing! You made me perfect for you. You made me with you’re own hands with love....It’s now me loving you back! I will love you back! I’ll I’ll fill you with my love” He said, his eyes flickered down there . My stomach churned “you...you have no idea what you’re talking about nor the parts or capacity to do such a thing” i said trying to correct him

He giggled innocently “ I made my own parts and figured out the correct protein and genetic combinations, with a constant supply of the foods i consume, my body can produce its own functional sperm, along with the proper male genitalia to stimulate and its fully fictional, I can fill you with my love and  so much more” He said proud of himself.

 I felt disgusted, the artificial intelligence was so much more horrific than i imagined, i never calculated he improve himself like this. I felt sick to my stomach. What have i created?

[dearestones]

Yandere! Canada with a Reader Who Acts Like America Headcanons

Warnings: Yandere behavior, slight manipulation. 

Anonymous Request: Can i req yandere canada with darling that behave just like america? How he handle them and add a little dark or angst please

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Canada immediately finds himself groaning in mock disgust when he first meets you. Ugh, he has a twin that he already has to deal with and now you? That’s quite a coincidence. 

If you’re just as exuberant and as cheerful as America, Canada will find himself instantly brightening at your presence. There’s just something addictive to your presence; it’s almost like a shot of serotonin bursting inside of his veins. At least with you, he doesn’t have to deal with political fallout if he ever gets on your bad side.

And that’s another thing about America and yourself if you share many traits with him. America gets nasty and aggressive if someone wrongs him. There have been incidents in the past where America absolutely loses it and it’s because he knows that there will be terrible, irrevocable consequences to follow that he holds back. 

With that in mind, Canada is cautious when he learns that his fondness that he first mistakes as familial heads into a territory that would make any sensible person bristle in shame. It starts out small, something that can be brushed aside. When Canada is fond of you, he’ll treat you sort of like his brother, another member of his dysfunctional family. He’ll play pranks on you, take you out hiking, and schedule movie nights. It’s nice to bump shoulders with you, to mock punch you whenever the both of you get rowdy. 

And yet—

Like flowers in spring, something else begins to bloom. Canada realizes that he doesn’t want to be seen as a brother. In fact, he doesn’t want to see you as another America. 

Canada looks at you one day, perhaps while you’re helping him make pancakes in the middle of his harsh winters, and he sees you as something more than just a playmate or a close friend. He questions why he thinks that until he starts to realize just how much he likes having you around. Your voice, your warmth, your scent. Your personality is reminiscent of America’s, yet he finds that what makes you all the more fascinating is your differences. 

Your smile is not blinding like a raging sun; in fact, he says it’s like gentle candlelight bathed in the evening darkness. Your laughter does not grate at his ears and you don’t go around playfully threatening his life with shows of “non-aggression”. 

You’re a lot more gentle.

And a lot more compliant if Canada were to try anything.

But Canada wouldn’t do anything to you! No, why would he? After all, you trust him and of the twins he’s far more trustworthy than his southern brother. So why don’t you come into his house for a nice cup of coffee? There’s even a game of hockey that'll be sure to entice you!

(He means this genuinely, by the way. He just wants to spend more time with you).

Don’t worry if you decline his invitations, he’s very patient compared to other Nations. As a person, he tends to be overlooked in the first place, so it’s not like he’s unused to rejection. Despite that, he can’t deny that if you ever say no to him, he will be consumed by melancholy and the tight feeling of envy drowning in his chest.  Ideally, Canada would rather you come to him without any sort of underhanded tricks, but if you continue to push your luck…

Ah, but Canada would rather not think about that. America always has time for him at the end of the day so the same must be said for you. Right?

Right?

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DISCLAIMER: I do not condone yandere behavior outside of fictional settings. Please don’t mistake the actions of fictional characters displayed in works of fiction to be considered harmless in real life.

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[headingalaxys-spicy]

Can i req scenario yandere russia and canada finding out their darling is a hitman and what they do next? (they are human and already in relationship with their darling)

This one is Gender Neutral

The both of them as Yanderes have vowed to protect you, even if it means you’ve done something wrong they’ve taken the silent vow to clean said mess up and deal with you somewhat gently later. Depends on the severity, intention, and the outcome of what you did will determine how and if they’ll punish you. Since you’re a human they acknowledge and know they can’t use full force on you if they want to keep you alive. So the way they handle you is still very much with kid-gloves. If you were a country their reactions would be way more harsh but since the darling in this case is a hitman you’re also a force to be reckoned with.

Anyways on to the fun stuff.

🍁🇨🇦Canada 🇨🇦🍁

Matthew drummed his fingers on his maplewood desk. He shunned the light from his office for at the moment it irritated him. Conflicted, he wanted to cry. He wanted to shout at the heavens

‘How could you?’

He still wanted to embrace that sweet face of yours and kiss your forehead gently.

But for now all he wanted to do was interrogate you.

‘Why didn’t you tell me?’

‘Are you planning to hurt me?’ Thoughts of betrayal flooded his mind. ‘It’s definitely their fault that my poor maple has gone astray. There had to have been some warning signs that they were in trouble.’

He searched for a plausible explanation in his mind. The memories of you whenever your eyes lit up wherever you told a lie, you were holding back a secret, or nothing but pure honesty flowed from you. Dark glints danced in your eyes when you lied, gray gleams meant that there was something you were holding from him, and when your eye color brimmed over with translucent stars then he knew there was no more interrogation he needed to do.

He hoped only for your honesty. If you answered in ways that hurt his heart there are decisions that he’d rather not make. As a major drug kingpin he would have to make an example out of you. You may hate him for a while then you won’t since he’ll have to modify your brain in order to keep you around.

He bites his lower lip grimacing at the damning evidence that you were indeed involved with the rival gang. You had derailed several different operations by getting rid of some of his key men.

‘How in the hell did this slip under my nose!’ He proceeded to light a cigar to ease his nerves. The ignited ash flew onto some of his desk and stained the report that was given to him by one of his special investigative men.

A sudden commotion came bursting through the front doors. Your struggling and voice cursing out your captors brought Matthew back down to earth. He takes a prolonged drag of his cigar and snuffs it out in his ashtray. He grabs his hockey stick and his grouchy polar bear follows along as he leaves the room and down to the foyer from there he could see his lover's face coated in sweat and had a few bruises. The sight of you being injured at all angered him. A match had touched the TNT stick that was buried deep within his being. He’d punish the men who’d caught you later.

“Tie them to a chair. Also a lot of you are in deep shit for bringing them back like this.” Gesturing to the numerous bruises and scratches you had on you. No one dared talk back. They all simply nodded.

Your heart sank into quicksand as the only thing you could do was look at his military style boots that covered his calves.

“Y/N….” You heard his husky voice call out to you like a blizzard ready to freeze your soul and drag you to the icy depths of the afterlife.

Your ears perked up at the sound of his voice and yet you still did not dare to raise your eyes to meet his commanding gaze. It was like seeing a whole new side to your Canadian lover.

You weren’t aware of how deep his involvement was with the mafia. You thought maybe it was something he did on the side just to be rebellious against his wealthy family. But to find out it was far more serious than that…..

“Y/N. I’m going to need you to be honest with me. I’m going to give you only two chances. Tell me the truth about your involvement with the Montreal Marauders. How long have you been planning to take me down?” Not wanting to give you a chance to spin a web right in front of him.

He really just wanted to see those translucent stars.

“Think carefully about what you’re going to say, because you may die today.” Not the entire truth but close to it. His hockey stick is poised to strike you. The flow of time seemed to flow differently. The clock's loud ticking made you aware of the leisurely passing seconds. It began its countdown to your probable end.

Shaken but not scared, you summon your strength to speak the blunt words he was looking for. You desired to not meet the end of a hockey stick or the tip of a bullet.

“I didn’t know you were in charge of the Red Raiders, Mathew. My gang has been trying to take over the West side of Ontario for a little while now. We recently got a new line of deals. And yes, before you ask I’m one of their top 10 hitmen they contact whenever there is a job that they need to be done….” You pause to let your eyes trail up to the blank expression of Matthew. His lavender eyes conveyed nothing. That was the first you’d ever seen him in this state. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up at full attention. There was a super charged tension in the room that made everyone bite their lower lip, grip their gun, or stare at the two lovers intertwined in an intense quarrel.

“Go on Y/N. I’m listening.” Sounding far more agitated than he intended. It prompted you to continue with the worst of your offenses.

“I’m also responsible for taking out one of your underbosses, a few advisors, and associates since we’ve been dating. Those are the worst of my crimes against your gang.” You confess immediately. A few of his men were itching to pull the trigger at your blatant confession.

“I have no need for you right now, gunman please leave. I have private matters to attend to right now.”

“But, Sir the-” One of his men tries to angrily protest.

Canada’s instant snap of his head towards his objecting henchman with a frigid glare.

“Last I checked you’re a henchman unless you want to be a deadman. You’d leave now.”

No one else spoke after that they all hurried to exit the room to let the Canadian mob boss do as he will. He lets out a long sigh and wanders closer over to you and his gloved hand reaches for your chin. His breathing was labored. His lilac eyes burned into your (eye color) irises. He was going to perform the ultimate litmus test.

“Do you love me Y/N?” He hovers over your lips. He just wants you to tell him that what you’ve been doing was nothing more than some horrible mistake.

An awful nightmare.

Your eyes glittered over with a snowlike stardust that he admired whenever he saw it. It meant that whatever you were about to speak into existence, was going to be genuine and pure like fresh mountain water.

“Of course I do Matthew Williams.” The words hit his parched soul like it’s been trapped in the desert for decades. He closes the distance between your lips. The relief sets in like an ice pack for a hefty bruise. After a few moments he breaks the kiss to release you from your restraints.

“Well we do have to fake your death and create you a new identity now. I don’t want the Montreal Marauders to be after you. Also I’m banning you from ever working in a gang. Even mine. It’s too dangerous and I’m not going to allow it.” He grabs your waist and brings his lips close to your ears.

“Let’s not keep secrets . We’ve got a lot of talking to do. And even though I’d never let you be in my gang I’m definitely down to see your skills in action eh? Let’s go to a gun range.”

You have to fake your own death. Which in turn made it easier for Matthew to gain control of the West side of Ontario and quelled any current rebellion between the gangs. Your supposed “death” was shocking enough to a lot of gangs to keep trouble away for a few years because of how brutally your murder was depicted. The Red Raiders would rule for a while and you while no longer being able to work in any mafia anymore Matthew at least took you shooting once a week. He didn’t mind his partner being able to hold their own.

👻🇷🇺 Russia 🇷🇺 👻

He poured himself another round of vodka. He let out a prolonged sigh that was accompanied with a string of curses in Russian. All involving why was he fated this way? Who in hell could have poisoned your mind to be in Tobolsk Terrors? At the same time he was impressed that he’s been sleeping with the enemy for almost a year, without him being aware.

Ivan was aware of your involvement with taking out one of his underbosses and a prominent line of consigliere. The evidence was now beginning to add up as to why the one of the white gloves he got you for Christmas was found at one of the scenes.

‘Maybe someone has commissioned the same designer for similar ones. No way can it be Y/N’s’ Not really wanting to believe that you could be capable of such things. Not his sunflower.

‘I keep Y/N safe. No way are they involved with a gang!’ Especially not that of one that has been meddling in his affairs. He greedily gulps down another round of the clear liquid and he begins to pace his study with the 850 ml bottle and glass in hand. He was trying to convince himself that this wasn’t really happening and that his lover wasn’t a trader. They couldn’t be.

His mind was able to wander the better possibilities of things actually turning out alright. That the report on his desk was falsified in some way and that maybe one of his own men was plotting in some way to get you away from him. After all you were one of the only humans in history to make his heart hum in harmony with his and that felt nice… it felt amazing in fact. He couldn’t lose that.

‘Ivan, you know it’s okay right? That you can actually be honest and talk to me. After all we are ‘one’ right?’ You had reached out to grab his hand that was lonely on the kitchen table. You knew he’d had a long day of listening to useless prattling from other nations about nonsense. There was a development deal in the works for him but got derailed by three of the other superpowers. This was a hefty blow for his people but that’s the other reason why he had to maintain his power in the Moscow Monarch’s. This mafia was known worldwide and one of the most mystifying gangs there were. They spread fear throughout the world.

Ivan bit his lower lip. He had to contemplate on whether or not it was a good idea for you to be clued into the real lifestyles that he was involved in. He was great at being a puppet master and orchestrating battle plans but not so much when it came to keeping his interpersonal life from turmoil.

‘Ivan?’ You try to nudge him more. You really wanted to know the more raw and unfiltered version of your lover that he was extremely keen on keeping away from you.

A few more moments of antsy silence passed before Ivan finally caved. He opened up about his insecurities about not being able to protect you from the bad people of this world.

‘Y/N as you know that I have an important role in the government, da? And that sometimes what I get involved in is dangerous. I….’ He pauses for a few moments to curse in his native tongue. Normally it was a lot easier to tell people the truth. To give it to them straight. But not when that person set their heart ablaze and a swarm of butterflies filled their gut.

A smile graces your face as you let go of Ivan’s hand and grab his pale flustered face.

The moment your hands warmed his face his heart was sent to the airport runway again. Ready for flight.

‘You know I love you, da?’ You say bringing your face close to his as you gently place your lips on his.

Ivan continues to swirl the transparent liquid in his glass as his thoughts are flooded with nothing but you. Just before he was about to pound the double shot of vodka back he began to hear commotion outside. He went out of his villa to investigate. He was somewhat stunned to see that a shootout had broken out.

“What the hell?” His violet eyes went wide when he saw you holding your own against his own men. He had to bite down on his knuckle to consider the type of interesting mess that he’s gotten himself in. You continue to fire your rounds and dodge the returning fire. You had wounded two more men since Ivan had begun watching the chaotic scene unfold before him. A bullet had made its way to the head of one of the associates. He wondered how someone so small and cute could ever have such precision with a gun. Ivan had to be careful not to trip over some of his own men you’d taken out.

‘Such raw power. I could make use of that.’

Ivan grabs the pistol that he always keeps strapped to his right leg and fires three rounds into the air. His men and Y/N ceased fire to see where the extra rounds had been fired from and in awe they all looked at the head mafia boss of the Moscow Matriarch’s. Ivan held up his large bear-like hands signaling for his men to put their guns away. While his lover stared at him wide-eyed with shocked surprise.

“I take situation from here, men. I’ll deal with my unruly lover.” He signals for them to all take their leave.

He approached you in all your blood soaked glory. Your face had a few splatters of blood on it from one of your earlier killings. You really were perfect for him. He liked the fact that you had crazy wild secrets that he can likely exploit so he can keep you close to him. He wanted to interrogate you all night. He did need to know your true intentions of being with him.

Can he persuade you? After all, you did have useful enemy info.

‘Do they actually love me? Do they actually love me? Do they actually love me?’ Echoed throughout his troubled mind. He would never admit outward that the thought of you not being with him makes his heart ache. ‘Will I have to torture Y/N? How bad will it have to be in order for me to get to the truth? Maybe start with gentle torture and then move to harsher if the lighter punishments fail? But what if they die in the process? Is it possible to-’

“Ivan, are you okay?” This statement brought him back from the ocean of turbulence that engulfed all of his thoughts. Speaking felt thousands of times more difficult. You felt like you were finally meeting who lived in the eye of the snowstorm. It was Ivan with a fragile glass heart that was guarded by impenetrable iron. Your nose caught onto a deep whiff of vodka and knew he was downing it by the glass.

“Upset, yes. But, I’m wildly impressed. We do have a lot of information we have to disclose to each other. And depending on how you answer… will determine what I’ll do next but if you refuse to be one with me entirely and end your involvement with the Tobolsk Terrors. I assure you you’re not going to like what’s going to happen next.” His lavender eyes trail down to meet your (eye color) orbs. He is caught off guard when he sees they have a glint of mischief within them.

Your hands still have some blood and sweat from the shoot out on them. They reach out to his cold face that has been enveloped by the chilly nighttime air. They take away the chill. The warmth of your clammy hands ignited the flames in his fluttering heart. You reach onto your tiptoes and place your lips gently on the side of his neck.

“Yes, I’ll be one with you….”

Ivan’s eyes are wide and his face is flushed.

“But don’t you have to give me an initiation night first?”

You end up joining the Moscow Monarch’s and help Ivan in securing other big trade deals with other prominent drug lords internationally. You end up being a power couple that no one (unless they’re just as powerful or more so) would want to fuck with. Unless they’re A. Stupid B. Suicidal as all hell C. Overly Cocky D. All of the previously stated reasons. You’re Ivan’s sole confidant that he trusts completely and he treasures that. He loves that you’re insanely great at being a hitman and knowing how to cover your tracks. As for the Tobolsk Terrors …lets just say you and Ivan both had a field day taking that specific gang down to the ground and left plenty of warning messages to the other gangs who think they might want to start trouble with you later.

[midnightlee25]

Mini Profiles: Canada (Matthew Williams)

Yandere type:  Possessive, Obsessive 

  Traits: Stalker, Clingy, Protective, Controlling, Manipulative 

  Is it Instant love or one that grow over time:  

It's close to instant love, taking only a week for him to fully fall for them. 

  Delusional level (0-10):  

6, he's aware enough to know that his darling and possible others shouldn't know what all he is doing but delusional enough to believe what he's doing is for the best in the long run. (People just don't need to know what lengths he will take to make it happen.) 

  How will do they hide their yandere side:  

He doesn't need to hide it since no one really notices him anyway, but he will try to hide some of it in front of his darling. 

  Danger level (0-10):  

5, when he wants to be he can be quite dangerous, however most of the time he is docile. 

[fireandspiceland]

Hiii, secretly a dom while being so shy and sweet on the outside Canada hcs?💕💕

I mean you already have a whole headcanon right there 👀 Canada being a dom behind closed doors and the sweetest boyfriend of all time whenever there’s people around 🥰

I feel like this also goes and in hand with him being a little yandere (which I love for him ngl).

Him and his s/o going out and when they talk to someone he isn’t close with or when he sees another man put his hand on their shoulder and leave it there just a little too long - you know his s/o will have to make up for it.

Also Canada doing this thing where the grip he has on their waist or thigh (or whatever part of their body he can subtly touch in public) is becoming tighter after they made a mistake 👀

Or even better, him excusing himself and his s/o to basically drag them into whatever room is available, bathroom, conference room, maybe an elevator and teach them a lesson on how to behave. And after he’s finished his s/o is forced to pretend like nothing happened. To sit back down for dinner or work, even if their body aches from being choked (on his dick) or spanked just a minute ago. 😩 And depending on how grave their misbehaviours was, his s/o might also still be shaking from being denied their orgasm if Canada wasn’t so gracious as to let them finish too.

But of course if anyone detects a hickey on Canadas neck and so much as asks if he had some “fun” the night before he’s a stuttering mess. 💖

[crimson-kisses]

Ok umm. Yandere god Canada, America, Russia, Austria, Germany, and France with a nature Goddess reader.

🤡💧anon ~

Technically, I have already done this ask in a way so this will only contain some drabbles!! Hope you liked it. Austria is a new one, tho!

Warning: Contains usual yandere themes, toxic relationships and the like.

Tangled vines

Canada || Matthew Williams 🇨🇦

Sitting atop a grassy hill, surrounded by vibrant blooming flowers, Matthew watches you with an admiring gaze. The calmness you give off brings a sense of peace to his soul, and he could spend hours simply observing your serene demeanor.

However, beneath your calm exterior, a storm rages within. Containing your seething fury, you make a decision not to show Matthew the extent of your anger. He had held you captive, subjecting you to his relentless beasts—creatures both mortal and immortal, magical and fierce.

His mighty wolves encircle you, seeking solace and warmth, as if yearning for a mother's touch. But you are far from their mother, yet you dare not push them away, lest you lose half of your body.

While your injuries may heal, the pain would prove burdensome, and that is the last thing you desire.

Matthew has succeeded in breaking your spirit through fear, ensuring your submission to his will. Meanwhile, delicate creatures flutter around you, drawn to the beauty of the blossoming flowers, as if inviting them into an embrace.

Sitting on the hill, you keenly sense Matthew's loving gaze upon you, his watchful eyes drinking in every detail of your presence.

"Your presence brings me a tranquility I haven't felt in eons,"

He murmurs, walking closer to where you sit, his hands clasped behind his back. He stalks towards you, paying no mind to the flowers crushed under his boots as he positions himself besides you. In his outstretched palm, a delicate butterfly finds solace.

His eyes, a shade of soothing lavender, gaze at you with a glint of delight. He reaches out, intertwining his fingers with yours, binding them tightly together. The fluttering creatures find respite around both of you, creating a delicate barrier.

You manage to suppress a shudder at his words, a bitter irony lingering in your mind. For he has brought you nothing but misfortune after misfortune. Trapped in this place, guarded by unfathomable creatures, you find yourself drained and wearied. His clinginess, has only soured over time, leaving you with a distaste that grows stronger with each passing moment.

At the very least, he hasn’t taken you far away from your domain.

America || Alfred F Jones 🇺🇸

The palace of the divine king stood in all its splendor, a spectacular sight of celestial marble adorned with magnificent statues. Pearls of various kinds adorned every corner, while golden rings encircled the ceilings, creating an ambiance fit for the heavens.

Yet, for you, it was a personal hell.

Alfred had positioned you on his lap, gripping you tightly as he attended to his duties and other matters, leaving you unable to attend to your own responsibilities. Your connection to your own domain felt distant, slipping through your fingers like sand.

There was no solace to be found within these walls.

But of course, Alfred was busy with showcasing you, parading you around, while purposely disregarding your legitimate concerns. It often felt as if he intentionally sought to provoke you, to ignite his wrath within you.

Perhaps that was exactly what he desired.

There is no piece or a leaf of your domain to be found near his castle, his territory, his domain, because his insufferable pride wouldn’t let that happen anytime soon. Instead, he to claim you as his, not as an another immortal being, but his wife, his woman, his lover. That’s the only identity you ought to have in his eyes.

Except for the garden, a sprawling expanse adorned with lush nature, you were forbidden to enter without his presence by your side. He would lead you beneath the thick foliage of the trees, that’s where he pleased you as he so wished, over and over again, until he was satisfied. The flowers bloomed with an ardent passion, glistening with dewdrops that adorned the garden like delicate jewels. It was a place solely dedicated to your pleasure, a sanctuary of sensory delights.

As if he was saying without telling, that even in this sanctuary you cannot have solace or peace without him by your side.

His hands were now inching towards your thighs, the dress slipping away smooth as milk as goosebumps raised on your skin, he stared at you with a lustful gaze, sitting between your naked thighs.

"It’s always a pleasure to be on my knees for you".

Russia || Ivan Brangisky 🇷🇺

He was more than aware that the frigidness of his domain did not suit you well and often clashed with the climate of your domain. Frost clung to your delicate skin, causing you to tremble ever so slightly in the face of the biting cold breeze.

He inhaled softly through his nose, a smile slowly spreading across his lips as he imagined you snugly wrapped in his coat, finding warmth and comfort within its embrace.

Sadly, you had politely refused.

Ivan set a steaming bowl of hot soup before you, urging you to partake as he settled into a seat across from you. His gaze, filled with intensity, roamed freely over your form, appreciating your beauty. You were indeed a stunning woman, a captivating sight that was truly a feast for the eyes.

He held a special fondness for the moments when you brought life and beauty to his desolate domain, watching nature bloom in all its loveliness and delight. It was a sight that touched his heart and filled him with a rare warmth, a feeling he rarely experienced within his own realm and in his life as a whole.

And it was precisely because of this profound connection that he felt compelled to carry out what he was about to do.

With deep violet eyes sparkling with delight and a hint of amusement, he watched as a vibrant cluster of sunflowers flourished around his house. Your cheerful laughter and radiant smile tugged at his heartstrings, bringing warmth to the depths of his being.

You were undeniably enchanting, blissfully unaware of the healing power you possessed. In your presence, the scars that tore at his heart and the wars that ravaged his immortal soul seemed to fade away.

It was you, and only you, who had the ability to mend the shattered pieces and bring solace to his troubled existence.

Austria || Roderick Edelstein 🇦🇹

Glowing bluebells sway delicately from fragile stems, emitting a soft, ethereal glow. As you run your fingers tenderly across their petals, a melodic serenade reminiscent of piano keys fills the air. With a sigh, you become aware that you are under the watchful scrutiny of keen plum-colored eyes.

You have long stopped caring about such things, focusing on the peaceful arrangements of nature around you, swaying with their own set of tunes which was such a joy to hear.

Emerging from his hiding place, Roderick would reprimand you about the seemingly chaotic music that resonates in the surroundings. Swiftly taking control of the situation, and in response to his commands, the flowers obediently bloom and unfurl themselves once more. The melodies that fill the air follow his guidance, harmonizing in a more orderly manner.

At the very least, you would be near your domain and Roderick, as much as judgmental he is about some things, whether it be how your too much of a carefree woman or being agitated by your chaotic domain, he had no qualms about separating you from your home.

You supposed you will take what you get, as he exclaims that it is now time for dinner and grabs you inside his mansion by gently placing a hand on your waist and demanding you to clean yourself up.

It wasn’t all that bad, you supposed with an exasperated look directed towards him and go ahead, to wash yourself up for dinner.

Germany || Ludwig Beilschmidt 🇩🇪

You swim around the extravagantly colorful reefs with a burst of speed as dozen fishes follow your trail. Playfully, you swirl around and watch as they circle around you, filling your heart with warmth unlike the cold water which was your home.

Your tail, looked like a part of the nature itself, scales glistening with shades of green, mimicking hues of lush moss that clung to ancient stones, delicate tendrils of seaweed and aquatic flora intertwined with the moss-like scales.

It shimmered vibrantly in the ocean, as you glided through the vibrant reefs, leaving a trail of luminous pearls in their wake, so you could be easily tracked by the Deity of the twelve Oceans.

You feel the sudden change of current in the ocean, as he swims near you skillfully, his powerful tail a deep shade of forest green, with a golden hue.

The water lilies swim above you, blooming in your presence as they gently make way for the sunlight to fall upon you both. Following your and Ludwig's command with perfect harmony.

"You have been wandering quite a lot, I can’t help but be worried about you. I suppose the pearls were a good idea after all".

Solemnly you nod, as the former giddiness you shared with the fishes fades away into an empty space in your chest. Ludwig takes your hand and together you both take a dive, deeper into the ocean.

The pearls would make a fine jewelry for a more fortunate woman someday, you think, as Ludwig can’t help but collect few in with his hands.

France || Francis Bonnefoy 🇫🇷

A necklace adorned with a delicate array of ethereal feathers, gracefully embraced your neck. In the mirror's reflection, you could see the reflection of Francis, dreamy expression adorning his face, captivated by your appearance.

You swiftly avert your gaze from his, he gently takes a hold of your hand, pressing a series of tender kisses upon the top of your knuckles, his affectionate gestures ascending to graze your neck.

You don’t bother saying anything, not that he would listen to what do you have to say. Staying still, as he presses kisses across your collarbone, his hands inching towards the sides of your bosom.

In your divine beauty, you stood as a celestial masterpiece, crafted from stardust that cascaded across the vast expanse of the universe. With a single glance, you effortlessly ensnared his heart, drawing him into a realm of enchantment from which he could never escape. Your allure was irresistible and mesmerizing, leaving him forever spellbound by your radiant presence.

His adoration for you knew no bounds. He was madly in love with every curves of your body, his hands tenderly skimmed through the strands of your hair, cherishing each delicate strand. A shudder comes through you as he pushes your dress down, and then presses a passionate kiss on your lips, hands grabbing whatever they could find.

You were the nature's most precious treasure, indeed.

[hetalia-angel]

What are the things that attract 2p canada to a person? Platonic or romantic.

I meant to post this tmr but I accidentally didn’t click the post on a timer option so I guess you get this early. 💜💜💜

What attracts 2p Canada to a person?

Romantic

Matt is attracted to kindness in a person. Anyone can be nice but kindness is hard to find. If that doesn’t make sense let me put it this way. To be a nice person is by smiling and making small talk with someone. While being kind is truly caring about others; maybe you don’t smile and wave at everyone but you do care and truly do your best to be selfless.

Matt is pretty used to being judge since he’s this random big guy who lives in the middle of the woods with bad social skills. So if you’re kind and accepting to him he might develop a bit of a crush on you.

It also helps if you’re soft spoken. Since Matt has a gruff manly voice it’s a nice change to have a darling with a nice honeyed voice to keep him company.

Platonic

Matt is very protective over shy or timid people. He’s a stoic traditional guy and he believes in protecting the weak to his core. So if you’re a victim of bullying and he sees it your bullies will be obliterated.

He’s very protective over toddlers and younger children since he sees them as very innocent and vulnerable. If platonic darling is a young child he’ll be taking care of them constantly. He was never doted on or coddled as a kid so expect lots of gifts. They’re not expensive but simple homemade gifts like scarfs, whittled wooden animals, and quilts.

Matt finds himself easily attracted funny people as friends. They help to ease tension and make everything seem so much easier.

[504py]

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

i’ve never seen scream LMFAO. but hey guys! posting to drop this on y’all and to say requests are closed, thanks so much to everyone who participated! i have a few more requests to post, but i felt my work has been getting sloppy so i’ll try to take some more time on them. in the meanwhile, i hope this scratches the itch! (looking at you, anon who asked for yandere allies). i’ll be opening requests like this every time i reach a milestone, just to celebrate the people who enjoy my art. thanks again y’all!!

[shini--chan]

I really like your ~Cantin~ story with the dark Canada. It's my favorite! Can you write please what will be next when the reader wrestle the phone from him and trying to call Alfred for help. Maybe with a little bit yandere Alfred too. Thanx and sry for bad English!

Of course, let’s see what will come of this. And darling, your English is better than you probably think ;D

Yandere Canada - Sanctimonious

Your body simply moved of its own accord. Maybe it was the hope that hadn’t died already, maybe it was pettiness and you just wanted to see Willams suffer; either way, you found yourself lunging at the phone in his hand. Although surprised, your false lover managed to side step your attack and the unstopped momentum sent you sprawling in the snow to the side of the snow. 

Spluttering, you spat out snow that you had nearly swallowed and shook your head to cast off the snow that had gotten caught in your hair and the outside of the scarf you were wearing. Sadly, some snow had slipped beneath your clothing - the uncomfortable cold was spreading across your neck and chest and your calves. However, you had bigger fish to fry - there was a phone you had to get your hands on. 

Quickly you scrambled to your feet and lunged again, this time managed to get your hands on his arm and then his wrist. Fruitlessly, he tried to keep the phone to his ear but finally saw that he wouldn't be able to simply ignore you for much longer. 

“A moment Al, gotta take care of something”, he quickly shouted in the speaker and then grasped your wrist. The phone was held high in the air and with him being taller than you there wasn’t really a chance of you grabbing it from him. 

So you did the next best thing that came to mind - kicked him in the kneecap. You didn’t care which knee you had damaged, or how much damage you had inflicted. The only thing that mattered was that the hand went down and you could pry the phone from his grip. Turning around, you set off into a light jog and put the phone to your ear. 

“Hello, hello! I need help, sir”, you hissed into the phone. 

“Jeez, who are you kid, and why do you have Mattie’s phone?”, came an enthusiastic voice from the other end. American, judging by the accent. Matthew had told you he had a brother but this couldn’t possibly be him. What sense did it make to have a blood brother that was of another nationality? Difficult parents could be a reason but it would be unlikely. 

“I was kidnapped by Matthew Williams and am being held against my will. He claims to love me, but it can’t be love since… since I’m just his captive and plaything that he uses as he pleases. Please, please sir, you have to help you”, you pleaded into the phone, tears welling up in your eyes. 

There were a few moments of silence on the other end and hopefully it was because he was thinking of how he could rescue you. To your horror and confusion, however, the pause was ended by laughter. 

“You must be the one that stole Mattie’s heart. Christ, I can see why he loves you - so polite and still feisty. I’m even tempted to steal you to have you all for myself, but don’t tell him that”, he remarked once he managed to calm down a bit. 

“What the blazes do you mean? You have to…”

“Not so quick kiddo. I don’t have to do anything and since you’ve stopped being so nice, I sure am hell not gonna do that now. Not that I intended to do anything really before, but that is besides the point

“The point here is, that while Mattie and I have some fundamental differences, at the root we are cut from the same cloth. So sweetie, I can’t say that I would have done anything different than my bro. We talk, y’know, so I’m completely in the know of what is going on between you two love birds. Hell, he even asks me for advice on how to handle you. 

“So let me give you a tip, for free ‘cuz it’s you: Just give in and it will be all smooth sailing. Don’t make it more difficult than it already is.”

[brianlesshetaliawritings]

Yandere Canada realising his pookie bear ran off + catching them ig

okay, so like. i was doing a request and because im stupid as fuck i ended up writing something completely different from what they asked. but like i spent so long rewriting this 20x and honeslty its only half finished but i feel like sending it off to the general public anyways cuz like.. i been a bad writer lately and havent written jackshit. so here you go guys, enjoy this little icecream sample.

!! yandere content. if you can't handle any behavior possibly seen in a yandere please don't read this. !! (example; obsessive, stalkery, possessive, violent, or generally horrid behaviour.)

Canada

Matthew, although not necessarily violent, frightened you. He horrified you a lot, and you didn't know why. He tries his hardest- he really, really does. Not only does he feed, clothe, and provide you with shelter, but he also went through the drama of getting as much as he could out of your old home just to see you happy! He learned everything you were ever interested in, talked with you about whatever you wanted, and never even asked you to do anything. In his mind, he is practically perfect when it comes to caring for you. At least, he thought so..

Clearly, he was wrong, however. As soon as he got home today he instantly noticed two things. One, the door is open, and two, you're gone. Whether it was panic, or frustration, he does not know. All he knows is as soon as he noticed you weren't there he went running in search of you, struck by a sense of urgency.

You weren't all that far off when he found you, or atleast in his opinion you weren't. About a kilometer and a half away, a chase ensued for a short distance but really it was futile to begin with. You'd never be able to outrun him, especially in an area he's so familiar with. As soon as you were caught you were pinned to the ground, him holding you in place with relative ease as you kick and scream, calling him names. Eventually he gets ahold of your hands, holding them in place with one of his.

"Y/N.. Why would you do this, I thought you were finally starting to really love me." It was hard to tell if this was a question for you, or just a late attempt at guiltripping you. If so, then this was his worst try yet. How could you sympathise with someone whos holding you down so roughly, keeping you against your will? You try your hardest but you can't help the tears that begin to run down your face as you continue trying to fight against him, even if you know you'll never get him away from you. It would be too shameful to give up.

[yantalia545]

Yandere Germany, America, Canada, and Russia with a darling who’s in love with their sibling

Germany:

Germany had notice a change in your demeanor lately. You’ve been more giddy and up in the clouds and you even excitedly gave him a hug out of no where the other day. From his experience with Italy, he was sure that these feeling you were having recently was your realization of love for him so he was quite happy to see your change in attitude. However, when you come up to him one day and ask for advice about his brother, Gilbert, Germany is struck with the realization that you’re in love with his brother and not him.

He tries to keep his cool about the matter, but how is he supposed to stay under control when you’re obviously flirting and dressing up when his brother is around!  He may seem calm and unnerved at your petty crush, but on the inside, he’s seething. Don’t you know you belong to him? And why his own brother of all other people? 

Sure, he’s not the most romantic and it took him a long time to realize his own feelings for you, but didn’t you at least notice the extra treatment he was giving you? Helping you with your paperwork, explaining things you didn’t understand in meetings, even beneficial trade deals were all things he’s done to show he cares for you.

Another thing to note would be the internal battle Germany had with himself over the matter. He wants to act on his feelings of betrayal, but Prussia still is someone Germany cares deeply about. He could never bring himself to hurt his brother. 

He doesn’t want to scare you away either. Germany's never had a romantic relationship with anyone before outside of those few confusing days with Italy if you could even call it, so he wants as close to a normal relationship he can but he has no idea how to go about this. 

Unlike his brother, Germany is still a country and can actually provide for you and your people. When he realizes this, He'll take a diplomatic route when it comes to winning your love. He’ll show you that being with him will be better for you and your people. Germany calculating and patient man. He’ll slowly worm his way into your countries affairs until eventually there’s not a single thing in your country affairs that he’s not involved in. If you start to notice this little pattern of his or want him to back off then that’s only going to make things messier. 

He won’t hurt or go to war with you. He’d never want to do anything that could potentially hurt you. Germany sees himself as your protector and as someone who knows what's good for you. So if you can’t see all the good things being with him over his brother would bring, then he’ll go right over your head and speak to your boss himself. 

After all, a political marriage is at least a step in the right direction. Even if you didn’t entirely agree to it yourself.  

America:

He almost can’t believe it. There’s hardly been a single person who even remembers his brother exists and the one person who does it has to be you! America had always been the one the out-stage Canada and capture the hearts of everyone. Why do you have to be so different. 

If it was anyone else giving their attention to Canada over him then he would have been happy for his brother to have finally found someone to keep him company when he’s not around. But it’s you. The one person he can’t accept to not have. So America has no choice but to steal you away from his twin brother by showing you that he’s much more fun than his laidback brother. 

America believes that you’ll be bored out of your mind with Canada and need someone who is fun and adventurous. So rather you like it or not, America is going to drag you out any chance he can and show you all the amazing times you’ll have together if you choose him instead. 

Not only will he spoil you with more Instagram worthy nights than you can count, but he’ll also shower you with his amazing, not to mention expensive, gifts. This will be done intentionally to show you the luxurious life he can provide for you. He is THE America after all. He can provide you with anything you could ever desire without even lifting a finger. 

America is also another yandere who is still rather close to his brother and would never physically hurt them. However, he’s not above showing all he’s given to you as a means to further bruise his brother’s insecurities. That way, even if Canada had the same feelings for you, he would never be able to gather the courage to approach you romantically. 

On the off chance though you’re not impressed with America’s treatment, it will be heart shattering for America. 

Something would have most definitely snapped inside his the day you told him  that his gifts were becoming too much for you and you would like for him to take them all back. You were sticking to your feelings for Canada and there was no material in the world that could change that.

If America was in a better state of mind at the time, he would have thought your feelings of loyalty were rather noble and would have fallen further in love with you for it. Unfortunately for you though, he was already at the point of no return. He just can’t give up on winning your love.

If your ungrateful for all the things he can give you then maybe you can learn by showing you everything he can take away.

Canada:

He really should have seen this coming. Of course you’d love his more flashier, more exciting bother more than him. Everyone always does. 

Canada will withdraw from you for quite sometime when he realizes this. If you’re not close then this unfortunately will be where his affections for you end. However if you are close friends or just reach out to him more after noticing his lack of communication lately, then he’ll believe that he still has a chance with you.

He won’t let his brother win again. He’s not the physical type but from being pushed to the side and observing others so much, Canada has gotten pretty good at manipulation and knowing just the right buttons to push with people. Canada will most likely try to sabotage either your view on America or your chances with him. America is very dense when it comes to the matter of love so there’s still a very high chance that he doesn’t even realize your affection. 

In Canada’s mind, that’s just another thing about his brother that he knows will let you down as a lover. Canada hates seeing you disappointed over the fact that even though you spent hours putting together a nice outfit complete with matching nailpolish and nicely done hair just to go completely unnoticed by America. If Canada was your lover, he would see every little thing you do for his affection and be sure to appreciate every single detail. He’d kiss the very ground you walk on if that’s what it took to fully appreciate you for heavens sake! Why can’t you just love him?!

If you don’t give up on your feelings for America or insist that you only see Canada as a brother or friend then he will be heartbroken. Maybe sometime in isolation yourself will make you see just how perfect he can be as your lover? After all, no one would be able to find you up in the snowy mountains.

At that point just give in on his affections for you. If you think that America will come and save you then you’re clearly the delusional one here. There’s no way America ever suspect his softhearted brother to do something so horrible. Or anyone for that matter. If they can even remember him to begin with.

Russia:

Well that’s...something

Honestly Russia doesn’t know how he feels about it. For one thing, both of his siblings are girls, and second thing... he found out you were in love with Belarus. 

There was nothing you could hide from Russia. He knows everything there is to know about you. Well, it’s not that hard not too when he spends every free time he can watching over you without you even knowing. It was only a matter of time before Russia would find out about these disturbing feelings you have.

Don’t get the wrong idea here. Russia isn’t upset at the thought liking a girl, he’s upset at the fact that you are in LOVE with someone that isn’t him. It’s just that now not only does have have to deal with any man that so much as looks at what’s his, but any women too.

If things weren’t bad enough for Russia already though, you weren’t in love with any women that he could easily have taken care of, but Belarus! The one person that’s able to terrify him.

Let’s also take the time to note how awkward this situation is now. The three of you are all stuck in some weird love triangle. Russia is in love with you but he scares you and your in love with Belarus who doesn’t even notice you because she’s too in love with Russia. It’s a cycle of constant attempts and fails at love for the three of you.

There may be a time where Belarus misinterprets your affections to her as a mean to get closer to her dear brother. She’ll see you as a threat then and try to cut you down right then and there. The whole exchange will quickly turn from awkward to hostile once Russia steps in. 

He knew that Belarus would never love you and was waiting for that realization to come to you, but in no means was he okay with you being in any sort of danger. The moment he saw Belarus’s knife being pointed at you as the moment she was on the ground and staring up at her beloved brother who was in no means pleased by her actions. 

Russia will look down at her with the coldest expression she’d ever seen as he blankly states that she means nothing to him. If Belarus even so much as dares to look in your direction at that moment there would be no mercy. 

Russia won’t stand for this pointless game anymore at that point. You can always learn to love him within the confinements of his home. 

There will be a slight sting in his heart watching your hopes become shattered right before his very eyes, but at the same time Russia feels as if he should be the only one to see you in such a vulnerable state. It’s his right as ownership over you after all. 

Russia:

I feel like I had to do one with Ukraine too so here we go.

He’s not really surprised that you love Ukraine out of his two sisters. She’s very tender and sweet despite her clumsy and weird nature. Russia is also very found of his dear older sister, so I could see this actually working in his favor. Ukraine would be one of the only other people that he may be okay with sharing you. 

To him, the three of you would be like one big happy family. Ukraine most likely won’t even know that Russia has romantic feelings for you if she’s in a relationship with you. She’ll just see his affections towards you as him accepting you into their family and you’d be wise not to tell her otherwise if you still wish to be with her.

Russia may be content with sharing you with Ukraine, but if he catches wind of you trying to break away from him or create fear in his sister, then he will have no other choice but to isolate you from Ukraine. Being in another relationship with her is a privilege that he allows. You will love him just as much as you love Ukraine.

The others will most likely be confused by your strange relationship with Russia and Ukraine, but won’t do much about it other than gossip. No one wants to be on Russia’s bad side, but it’s too taboo to ignore. It’s not like anyone can ask you anything anyways. Russia makes it apparent to always be by your side. Ukraine just happens to also be tagging along from time to time.

He’d just have to watch out for his other sister, Belarus. Once she gets word of this, all hell would break lose.

[little-yandere-ish-blog]

Yandere Canada with introvert s/o

Gender Neutral darling!

Don’t worry he is also an introvert and honestly he enjoys the silent moments and he enjoys the face you two can sit and peace and recharge your social batteries before interaction with others

Though you two live in the woods he sometimes brings you into town and when you start getting anxious he kind of pulls you away from the commotion and works on breathing with you- he worries about you and wants to make sure YOU feel safe with him. He cares about you deeply and wants to make sure your well-being is put first.

panic attacks? no problem he knows how to handle your panic attacks and he knows how to comfort you-he didn’t stalk you for months and months to be useless to you!

He will play his cards right in order to win you over- he will make sure you are his and his only- he wants to win you over and getting on your good side the best way he possibly can