Hetalia America x Yandere!Reader part 2.
ATTENTION: If it wasn't obvious I don't endorse any of the actions portrayed in this fanfiction! And I don't own anything!
Triger warning: Rape/Non-con
Human, School AU, (Basically Gakuen Hetalia but incited of nation they are people. That's why this fanfiction takes place in an unnamed country)
( A\N In this fanfic Y\N is Belladonna Night. An OC of mine that you can read about on my DeviantArt gallery. But of course, you can imagine your OC instead)
Y/N woke up bright and early, just like every morning. 4am to be exact, her classes started at 8am. In those 4 extra hours she made sure that she looked presentable, in her eyes. She started with a quick, cold shower. It wasn't pleasant, but to Y/N that didn't matter; all she needed was water so she could shave. Despite her morning showers being unpleasant, Y/N fawned that they were oddly relaxing. They were the peace and quiet before her hectic day and a remainder that life isn't always pleasurable, but going through a bit of discomfort is worth it for the final result. In this case the reward was smooth skin, and the confidence to show it off.
Seconded was the hair style and make up. On most days she wore her fair in a ponytail or a messy bun. The classic Y/N hair style. Ragdoll, stay on track! But that day was special, it was the day where she would see Alfred for the second time! So she wanted to look her best so Y/N just let her hair down. Yes, sounds boring but there's an interesting idea behind the simplicity. As women one of our most feminine attributes is our long hair, heterosexual men are attracted to feminine attributes, so letting hair down is just a simple way of making her more attractive without braking the dress code.
When it comes to makeup Y/N was quite the expert. But not in the way you might think. Instead of a perfect eyeliner or a beautifully blended eyeshadow, she opted for a more natural makeup look. But again, it's not what you think. The '' no-makeup '' makeup looks were somewhat close but not really. Everything from the not-so-natural-looking soap eyebrows and the very obvious contouring to the noticeably over-lined lips that are supposed to be natural because they are lined with a pinkish berry color. Didn't look right to Y/N, yes she thought it was beautiful but not natural. To her, the perfect natural makeup was achieved the following way.; for a makeup base she always used sunscreen. Then she color corrected underneath her eyes with a gradient of yellow and orange concealer, yellow and orange neutralize the blue and purple on her under-eye area. The next step was a concealer that matched her skin tone perfectly that she plaid with a beauty blender, trying her best not to swipe the product around. Then she would apply a thin lyre of BB cream. To set everything she just lightly dusted loose setting powder all over her face and neck, even shoulders if they were showing. She kept her eye makeup very minimalistic, just some brawn eye pencil on the inner part of her eyelid and a colorless mascara. For her cheeks, she would use just a little bit of pink bush higher than the apples of her cheeks. And finally, lips are kept very simple with just some red tinted lip balm. This all sounds so basic, so why did I call Y/N a makeup expert? Well, it might sound simple and easy, but what I'm sure you didn't notice is her knowledge of color theory. Y/N has blue and purple under eye circles, yellow as opposed to purple, and orange is opposed to blue on the color wheel so she used yellow and orange to neutralize them. Also, she used a very specific shade of red for her lips, a shade that worked perfectly for her skin tone. But the most jennies part of Y/N's makeup routine is that by the end she still looks just like herself, just with a more even skin tone and a slight flush to her cheeks. She loved the way she looked with makeup and she loved the way she looked when she took it off, all the same.. Dame, she sure is picky about everything. Ain't she, our dear reader.
After changing into her school uniform and eating her breakfast, Y/N usually takes her time when walking to school. But that day was special, she would probably see Alfred again and she wanted to spend as much time with him as possible. So she powerwalked to school. And when she got to her classroom, expecting to see her one and only love she was met with an empty classroom. Y/N stopped at the doorway and thought '' huh, well that's odd. I'm sure that it's at least 7:45.'' She took her phone out of the pocket of her uniform and looked at the clock; it said 6:30. She clicked her tongue and thought '' of course, I came in an hour and a half earlier! Now, what am I supposed to do, sit on my ass and wait for him?! " Y/N, in a fit of rage punched the classroom's dore and murmured '' the writer should have patch this. ''
'' guess I'm going to the newspaper club. "
Now in the newspaper club, Y/N felt a little bit calmer. Walking slowly, she took in every corner of the once art room turned NP club. It looked just like every other classroom in Gakuen high except it had a small storage room in the back. The storage room, now the precedents office, had no windows, but the fluorescent lights on the ceiling caped the room well lit. The floorboards were made of dark wood and the walls were painted wight, but they have yellowed over time. The door, which was also made of dark wood, was in the left lower corner, and to the right of it was a really nice leather chair and a decent-sized desk; on it was Y/Ns school laptop, and a small red notebook – Y/N used it to wright things that she didn't want to write in her school laptop out of fear that one of the teachers might find something… suspicious. Don't worry you'll know soon, dear reader.
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Y/N sat in her office reviewing article ideas, and thinking of Alfred. 3
Y/N went through the inter-day, not paying attention to the teachers, her classmates, and the others in the NP club; they all seemed so unimportant. But that was part of being in love for Y/N, the faces of those she had worked, laughed, and even cried with have turned blurry; her whole world was being washed away and turned into a muddy mess, just because of a boy. It was tormenting at its peak. Even when she wanted to focus, Y/N couldn't, thoughts about Alfred rushed into her mind burning her attempts to focus with their scorching flames of passion. But at the same time she didn't mind, to Y/N being in love means suffering on both ends.
For three days this torturous cycle continued. But on the fourth day, Y/N had a golden opportunity.
It was Y/N's last period; in which she really didn't pay much attention. She was way too enamored by Alfred, who was sitting in front of her. Until ~ '' All right class, I will be splitting you into pairs for this assignment '' they all look at their teacher, including Y/N. '' this is my chance! '' she thought. '' First pair Alfred and Y/N ''. '' YESSS!'' Y/N screamed in her head and almost jumped out of her sit. Alfred looked at her and gave her the cutest smile she has ever seen.
'' Guess I'm going home with an angel today ~ ''
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Storyteller pov:
Hello, dear reader, you may be a bit confused, and rightfully so. Let me clear some things up. First of all, why is the storyteller and Y/N self-aware? There are three main recons. Number one, it fits the theme '' The Rain of Belladonna '' and to that extent, all of the fanfictions from the '' Book of Flowers '' are meant to be horror fanfics discussing the deformed said of love so, the auteur thought that making some of the characters self-aware would make her fic creepier. Second, it's original, according to the writer. And treed, it shows a clear hierarchy between the characters, characters that don't belong to the auteur, in this case, Alfred, who belongs to Himaruya Hidekaz, can't break the fourth wall, but characters like Y/N and I can.
Second, who are we? Well, I'm glad you asked! My name is Ragdoll, despite what my name might suggest you can't throw me around like, well, a ragdoll. And if you try prepare to get a bullet your skull. I am the more outgoing and mischievous said of the writer, so she chose me to host all of her platforms, more info on me on me DeviantArt ( modernhetaliafangirl ) and if you have any ideas for a fanfiction, headcanon and or fanart please tell us on our Tumbler blog ( ), just don't get too mad if the creator rejects your idea. Anyway, it's your turn now, Y/N.
Hello, my name is Y/N, as you know. God, talking without the help of the writer feels so odd. I don't have a set appearance or personality I just assume the character that the auteur wants me to play and I'm fine with that. Being nameless and faceless doesn't bother me. That one thing that stays consistent is the fact that I am a female. So, I guess… goodbye.
Huh, she left in a hurry, didn't she? Well, I guess yours truly, the one and only, me; Ragdoll, will finish this off!
I'm so grateful that you desisted to read this weird, little fic, so let me play a little song for you.
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