This'll be yandere with 2p! England and 2p! America, since something says that their names are Oliver and Steve I'll be calling them that. WARNING-very light gore.
Yandere-Combination of Yanderu and Dere Dere. Unlike his sister archetypes the Yandere is actually very openly affectionate, however his affection goes to unhealthy degrees — to the point of mental instability. Btw, I've been getting these definitions from .
Oliver was baking cupcakes for his dearest Steve, ever since the world went 2p! The two have become rather close; however, there were a few obstacles for them to be close enough for Oliver to be satisfied. He wanted Steve all to himself, have him be his and his alone. Oliver took care of it though so they could be together forever, after all... he loved Steve.
A few hours later, when Oliver was done baking, Steve hit the door with his bat, that was colored with a new coat of blood, turning the nailed bat's regular color turn into a wondrous scarlet.
Oliver answered the door and lead in the red head into the brightly colored parlour where tea and cupcakes awaited them. Even though Steve didn't like food, or sweets for that matter, and there was something in the Brits eyes that disturbed him, he sat down and had a few cupcakes. He complimented on how good a cook he was and how good the cupcakes were: that was until the unmistakable taste of blood and violence, along with a fuzzy feeling filling his body and making it harder to keep awake and moving. Steve was getting sleepy as he reached for the blonde's collar, hissing,
"What did you do to," before falling to the floor, losing all of his strength. Oliver kneeled down to him and patted his head lovingly.
"Your bosses have been keeping you busy and you aren't picking up your phone or seeing me as much, so those cupcakes you were praising so much, are your bosses."
Steve let out a disgusted gag, trying to move but still couldn't.
"I see you've fallen alot better to the effects of the drug than I thought you would, I'm sorry if you feel sick poppet, but I promise you'll feel better soon, with the power of my love for you." Oliver giggled and carried Steve to his room.
"Welcome, this is were you'll be living from now on poppet." He placed him on the bed and as Steve drifted off into unconsciousness he looked at Oliver who had given a loving kiss to Steve and gotten up to the door, he still had a bit of "cleaning" to do after making those men into cupcakes,
"Don't worry I'll take care of you, and you'll be mine forever poppet, after all I LOVE you so much." And with that Oliver closed the door, leaving Steve to pass out wondering what would happen now.
Always wanted to write a 2p! Fanfic. If it seems that this has less grammar mistakes it's cause my friend fixed it. Thanks dude. Stay awesome, Tacos.