Yandere! North Italy x Reader (With implied Germany x Reader / GerIta)
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or its' characters, they belong to their creators. This fanfiction contains gore, blood, violence and a lot of swearing. This is completely fictional and not to be taken as a personal attack. You have been warned.
He's lost his mind, he's crazy! Absolutely crazy! "What are you going to do?" you ask watching the Italian as he prances about scooting the chair up your side and hauling you upright, the cuffs unclick! Good! You can run! A hand jerks your back into the chair followed by a giggle. "Tsk, tsk, tsk! I said I was going to punish you, if you run away you'll make it worse." Feliciano purred, there's something horribly wrong with this picture. Why would Feliciano say such things to you? Isn't he your friend? You jerk and thrash with all your might but suddenly there's packing tape, the really sticky type being used on your arm to secure it to the arm rest of the chair. "Nooo! Stop it Feliciano! We're friends!" you plead, your other arm is pinned roughly, a gentle pop lets you know he's not putting all the strength into this that he could as your other is taped down, the box cutter reappears as he leans in.
"We're friends? Friends don't steal other friends' crushes si? That makes you a bad friend." He retorts watching as you become angry spitting in his face. Feliciano jerks away, a hand swiping the spit away with a sour expression. "That's a dirty mouth, keep it closed per favor." He suggests wasting no time in slapping more tape over your lips, his fingers trace over your nails. The look in his eyes is unsettling as he gently lifts your pinkie finger placing the blade under the edge of the nail. "Aha, so pretty…Why didn't you pain them red? I like red, so does Ludwig!" he hisses with a flick upright your nail is ripped away, you scream but it's so muffled by the tape that only a shrill little squeak can escape. Your eyes water looking down; oh God, it's bleeding…
Feliciano smiles warmly at you as he continues this act all over this hand and your other singing to himself as he works. By the sixth finger in you're feeling numb to the pain, only flinching and looking away as the deranged Italian lovingly takes this task upon himself. Right as you think you're about to shut down it all stops, a gentle hand on your hair forces your gaze up. "You did a good job *insert name* but the punishment isn't over. I'll let you think about what you've done while I get some things ok?" he smiles as if nothing wrong has taken place ascending the stairs until you hear a door creak shut. Now that you're alone, still unable to move all you can do is cry to yourself. What did you do to make him so angry? What else was he going to do? Would you even get out alive when he was done? You're not sure, all you can do is sit and wait driving yourself insane while Feliciano gathers more things.