Letters to lovers 2p hetalia (stalker) x reader

Allen F Jones (Part Two)

Walking home after school you had almost completely forgotten about the disturbing letter from your locker. That was until you walked up the path to your house only to find a note stuck to the door.

  Hҽყ ԃσʅʅ ϝαƈҽ, ι'ʅʅ ʂҽҽ ყσυ ƚσɳιɠԋƚ.

You knew instantly who it was from, well not who it was from, but you knew it was the same person who wrote that letter from earlier. Which narrowed it down to someone from school, which was only, what like 300 people. To say you were starting to be freaked out was an understatement, to make matters worse you were home alone for the next week as your parents had decided to go on holiday saying you were old enough to fend for yourself. you quickly unlocked your door and taking a brief look back you speedily rushed inside closing the door. 

unknown to you a certain brunette was hiding in the bushes just outside your window watching as you put your school bag down and escaped to the upstairs. 

After escaping to the upstairs you pushed your door closed and pulled out your phone from your pocket and grabbed your earphones that were on your desk before plugging them in and putting on one of your playlists. You pulled your chair out from under your desk and sat down in front of your window, opening your sketchbook to your most recent piece. There was a reason you had two sketch books one for at home and one for taking to school. As there on your page was a drawing only half done of the baseball team, well more importantly the schools heartthrob Allen F Jones. you started humming to the music you were listening to while continuing to sketch and refine your work. 

About an hour had passed since you started sketching and your throat had become rather dry from humming. you placed your pencil down and pushed you chair back, standing and heading downstairs to the kitchen to grab some water. You pulled a glass out of the cupboard before walking towards the fridge and placing you glass in the slot in the door you pushed it back allowing the cold water to flow freely into the glass. stopping it when it was almost full you brought it up to your lips taking a small sip as you turned around you thought you saw movement from outside the kitchen window you swiftly walk over taking a glance outside only to see the bushes swaying in the slight breeze. Telling yourself it was just you were seeing things you brush it off heading back upstairs to continue your sketch. 

The wind blew through your curtains making them gently flow. 'I could have sworn the window was shut earlier'.