Yandere! [Ukraine×Canada]

Yandere [Part 5]

It was two weeks after the murder. The news had spread like wildfire and everyone was honestly shocked. School had been canceled for a few days, as a lot of people were grieving and trying to come to terms with what had happened. There was one person who grieved a lot more than the other classmates...

Ukraine. Canada had tried to comfort the Ukrainian, but nothing seemed to work. If anything, Ukraine always tried to ignore and even avoid Canada. Even after school had started, Ukraine continued to miss classes, as well as not step foot out of the house. The Canadian tried to reach him by phone, but was unable to. He was worried. Very worried... But... He was also mad. Why the fuck was Ukraine so upset by Poland dying? Ukraine had Canada! Ukraine had someone so much better than that bastard, yet here Canada was, being ignored by Ukraine.

The Canadian dropped his school bag onto the ground, kicking the locker harshly. Fine. He'd go pay Ukraine a visit. Check up on him. Remind Ukraine that Canada existed. He left his book bag on the ground as he left the school. Classes had not ended yet, but Canada had other, much more important things to worry about.

The Canadian walked down the street, keeping his eyes locked on the ground. He had already came up with an excuse for him leaving school. Everyone was grieving, everyone was sad. Canada could just say that a sudden burst of anger got to him. What kind of anger? The 'oh, if only i would've been there! I could've saved him' type. Canada hated coming up with excuses on the spot, so he usually thought his actions through all the way before acting.

He looked up. A brown, rather large, one story house stood in front of him. Right. Ukraine had siblings. Lots of them. And Canada knew that Ukraine stayed in the same room as his little sister Belarus, so this might be a little tricky.

Canada opened the wooden fence's gate, stepping into the front yard. He closed it behind himself, walking up the front door. Wait...No. The Canadian could not knock. Instead, he turned right and walked around the house, counting the windows, just to know when Ukraine's window came up. Soon enough, Canada reached Ukraine's bedroom. He peeked inside. Sure enough, there was Ukraine, laying curled up on the bed.

Canada gave a small knock on the glass, but the Ukrainian didn't seem to react. That was... Odd. Canada frowned, knocking yet again. This time, he noticed that Ukraine pulled the covers over himself, hiding under his blanket.

Oh? Was that how it was going to be? Fine. Canada didn't need Ukraine's permission to enter. The Canadian had actually created two dents in the window frame a few months earlier, to make it easier for him to open the window from the outside. Canada had snuck into Ukraine's room countless times, mostly to either plant a letter, or to take something from Ukraine, such as his toothbrush, a pen, his hoodie and multiple other items. He never told Ukraine he took those things, and he sure as hell never returned them. Canada took them to make it feel like Ukraine was his already. The Canadian had filled Ukraine's hoodie with a pillow or two, to have something to cuddle with at night, that also had Ukraine's scent.

He gently pushed the window up, being careful not to make any noise. The Canadian then climbed into the room, his boots creating a small thud once they collided with the wooden floor. He left the window open, just so he could quickly leave, if anyone were to come into the room.

"Ukie, I got worried, so i came to check up on you." The Canadian spoke in a soft, caring voice. His tone was filled with genuine worry. Canada slowly approached Ukraine's bed, taking a seat at the foot of the bed.

"G- Go away!" Ukraine sniffled, tensing up. He was not in the mood to see anyone, let alone speak to them.

"I-...Ukie.." Canada mumbled, being a little hurt by the other man's words. Why did Ukraine not want to see him? Canada has done nothing but protect the Ukrainian.. Why was Ukraine acting this way? Despite the other telling Canada to leave, he shuffled a little closer, placing a caring hand over the blanket, on Ukraine's shoulder.

To Canada's surprise, Ukraine moved away. Canada was worried, upset, and most of all, confused.

"Ukraine.." Canada mumbled softly.

"You can talk to me.. Tell me what's wrong.." He spoke quietly, once again placing his hand on Ukraine, this time on what seemed to be his back. Canada gently rubbed Ukraine's back, in an effort to calm him down, or to at least make him 'open up'. Canada knew exactly  what was wrong, but played dumb. Soft sniffles could be heard from under the blanket. Was... Was Ukraine crying? Canada hesitated, but then gently pulled the blanket off of Ukraine, only to find him curled up and crying.

"O- Oh gosh- Ukie? Are you-" Canada was about to ask if the Ukrainian was alright, but he got cut off by a very distressed and terrified sounding Ukraine.

"I- I told you to l- leave! I- I don't want to see you!" Ukraine sobbed. The Ukrainian tried to wipe away his tears, his hands shaking softly.

"B- But-" Canada tried to speak, but was cut off by footsteps approaching the door. In one swift move, the bedroom door opened.