My only warnings for you are murder, yaoi in the case of matchmaking, a love sick Italian on the loose, bloody weapons, a perverted, privacy-invading blonde Italian, and...you get the idea. Hence, the rated T rating.
This is a repost of my story "Yanderetalia" (known in Wattpad as "I will get my anziano..."). I have thought of the idea where Luciano, as a second year,becomes love sick for Lutz, who's third year. It is based on Yandere Simulator.
Yandere Simulator belongs to YandereDev (Devpai!). Hetalia goes to Lord Hima.
The whole story is in Luciano's POV.
Prologue
I can't...feel. Anything.
For as long as I can remember, I've never been able to feel emotions. I pretend to be normal when I'm around people. But on the inside, I feel nothing.
It's not as bad as it may sound. I know that I'm broken. But I don't care.
This is normal for me. But everything changed when I met him.
My...anziano.
The German turned to Luciano, a small blush making it's way to his face and waved at him.
Now I finally understand what it means to be human, to be alive. I'm addicted to the way he makes me feel. I don't care about anything else. He is everything to me.
And now...someone is trying to take him away from me.
He wants him, but not in the same way I want him.
He could never appreciate him the way I do.
He doesn't deserve him.
He belongs to me. Alone.
He has taught me a new emotion: Rage.
I want...to stop him.
I want...to hurt him.
I want...to kill him!
Knife in hand. Luciano impaled his rival in the eye against a tree, blood splaterring on his clothes.
There is nothing I will do for anziano.
I won't let anyone come between us.
I don't care what I have to do. I don't care who I have to hurt. I don't care who's blood that I have to spill. I won't let anyone take him from me.
Nothing else matters.
No one else matters.
"Anziano. Will. Be. Mine!"
Lutz closed the book he was reading (no, not that one, you perverts) and walked away. Luciano stood behind the tree, covered in blood from head to toe, his insanity completely gone.
He has no choice.
