Yandere! [Ukraine×Canada]

Yandere [Part 32]

Ukraine and the woman sat in the living room of the cabin. It wasn't anythimg fancy. The living room was furnished by a fireplace, a couch and a coffee table.

"Hey- look. You're good at planning, but I can't go against him- I'm sorry, i just- can't." She said with a sigh, crossing her arms, looking off to the side. "Come o- on! I- I- If it works, everything will g- go back to how they used to!" Ukraine said, desperate to convince the lady to join in on turning on Canada when he least expected it.

"No- He's my b-...Best friend and i can't risk him hurting America!" She said, standing up. "This-...This is out of the question."

"No- w- wait-! I- I- I can't do this without y- you! I- It will be okay, i pr- promise!" Ukraine whined, standing up as well, grabbing the woman's wrist to stop her from going away. "No! Let go of me-!" She hissed back, roughly pulling her arm out of the male's grip. The lady shook her head in disapproval, walking away.

"...Nnnn-....F- Fine!" Ukraine called out, frustrated. How can she claim to be sorry and willing to help if she wont take a bit of a risk to make things better for all of them? "...I- I don't need you anyways..." The Ukrainian muttered under his breath, sitting down on the sofa, leaning back, crossing his arms. He needed to think of something. Fast.

After a few minutes of sitting there, thinking about things, something finally clicked. Oh- why- why the hell had it taken Ukraine this long to realize it? He stood up. He knew what to do. He knew what will get the woman on her side. Ukraine had no other option but to guilt her into it. It was a horrible thing to do, but- he had to.

The Ukrainian carefully and quietly walked around, simply exploring the cabin. It looked rather old, and in some places on the ceiling, mold was starting to appear. He looked down at the ground, letting out a small sigh as he entered the kitchen. He didn't know what the lady was up to, but- maybe if he gave her a moment to calm down, befriended her at least a little bit and tried then, it would work.

He stopped dead in his tracks. What-? Why was that his idea of convincing the woman into switching sides? Ukraine was starting to think like Canada. He was starting to act like Canada. It made him feel sick.

He sat down at the dining table. Him and the Canadian had been best friends since diapers... Canada had adjusted to match Ukraine's personality and Ukraine, in return, empathized with Canada to an extreme level. Was that why he Canada's newfound side was starting to rub off on him? Was he starting to adapt to counter the Canadian's extremity? Surely, that had to be the answer! He hoped it would it answer...

"Hey-...I'm back. Sorry for how i walked out on you.." The woman's voice cut through the silence. Ukraine flinched, looking over at her with wide eyes. She paused. "Are you....Okay.......?" She asked, hesitantly. The lady tilted her head to the side.

"O- O- Oh- O- Of course-! I- I'm fine, I'm f- fine-" Ukraine mumbled, forcing a small, awkward smile onto his face. The lady slowly nodded, obviously being skeptical of the other's truthfulness. "....Alright then-" The female said, sitting down opposite of Ukraine. "...I just...Wanted to say im sorry. Canada pressured me into this the same way...And...Well... I just- I just didn't want to get manipulated again.." She whispered, glancing down at the table.

Ukraine felt like he was going to throw up. No- No- No- He wasn't like Canada. Never was, never will be. He stood up and without a word, left the room. Heavy, shaky breath's left his mouth as he quickly stumbled into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind himself. Truth to be told, he was scared. He didn't- He didn't want to become like Canada. He didn't want to become a manipulative, egotistical and selfish jerk. Tears streamed down his face as he sat down on the floor, curling up. God, when had been the last time that he had cried like this? He felt stupid... Like a baby... According to his father: 'real men don't cry'. Even while being missing, he still managed to be a disappointment to his father.

Negative and upsetting thoughts ran through his mind over and over again, making him cry even more. Ukraine sobbed into his knees as he hugged them tightly. He had seemed cool and collected throughout all of this, but in reality, Ukraine had just suppressed his emotions because, obviously, that'd what his father would've done. His father was a great man and Ukraine idolized him to no end.

How will he ever get home...?