Run Away Country: Yandere Hetalia x Country reader

Part 16: Into the Unknown

AN: Hello, yes I am alive and bringing the story back to life. You're welcome

And no, the title is not a frozen 2 referance. 

(Y/N)'s POV:

England's expression remained still as he processed what just happened. What? Did he expect me to say yes after these dingguses did all this crazy junk to me? For me to just roll over and take it? Hell no. It wasn't long before disgust and frustration began to settle in him as his face dusted pink from slight humiliation. "I see you've made your choice." Britain scoffed. "Just so you know, this means I'm not changing back that other girl. That was your only chance I was going to offer to fix her and you've just spent it."

A spike of anger struck me at his childish words. He sounds like nothing more but a pouting child that didn't get their way. They all do. There was just too much anger and hatred to hold back my tongue. I didn't even process the words myself until they jumped out of my mouth. "Seriously, you're going to let your stubbornness end the livelihood of an innocent woman?!"

A dry laugh left England's lips as he faced me again. "Please darling, it's no one's stubbornness but your own. The choice was in your hands, not mine. All you had to do was one simple thing and you wasted it puffing your chest."

Now it was my turn to sarcastically laugh. "Like you're one to talk. You already have such a feminine figure that if you puffed your chest any further than you already do, you'll most definitely get mistaken as a girl." My body shook as I mustered up a hurtful comeback, but I didn't care what would happen from speaking my mind. The rush I got from it was accelerating. The way his features morphed from shock to anger then to dejection filled me was so much satisfaction. Finally, someone else got the short end of the stick.

It was short-lived, however, and England regained most of the pained emotions and set back to the stuck-up front he usually wears. "Well, I see you need some time to yourself and air out that tongue of yours. Maybe then you'll make for some cohesive conversation." He claimed before his hand rested on the doors of the closet and caused my heart to drop. "You need to examine who you are now and the placement that corresponds, love."

Before I could make any more than just a couple of steps over the shredded papers, he shut the doors and I was engulfed in the dimness of the room. The only illumination was the soft flames of the fireplace behind me.

My hands shook at my sides with the rest of my body as my eyes began to sting. 'Fuck him. Fuck them. Fuck that.' I thought bitterly to myself. I won't love any of them when they're all being complete psychos. There not only affect me but others too. Japan killed a man and England cursed someone then blame it on others for goodness sake! They're insane! My cheeks began to sting as my hot tears finally broke free.

I just wanted to follow my dreams with the person I love. Why is it so hard to see?! Why couldn't they just leave me alone? I was happier before they came around and ruined it all. How could I possibly get my job back after the axis threatened the lives of the students and staff? I'm a danger to their students. There's no way they would even consider such risks. I'm not sure if anyone would if they caught word of everything that went down at Kingsly.

By this point, I had already sunk to my knees and cried into my tiny hands. My cries crying through the elegantly crafted prison. I wasn't even sure where Mattie was anymore. Maybe he wasn't coming at all. I mean come on, there are at least four countries after me by now. I wouldn't be surprised if the other Allies felt the same about me too. How could anyone fight that? They're not called the G8 for nothing. This is hopeless.

While in the midst of tears, memories of first running away with Mattew. The nervous blushes flooded the both of us when he caught me after that one meeting so long ago. The long talks that follow that faithful day. They would draw way into the night, but neither of us cared. The smiles and secret celebrations that followed my diploma and job acceptance letter. The fluttering feeling in my heart I felt while unpacking with my love. The smile that never left his face that day was permanently imprinted in my mind. 'Do I really have to throw all of that away?' I thought bitterly to myself.