"Yandere is a portmanteau of two Japanese words. The first is yanderu, which means "to be sick," and the second is deredere, used here for "lovestruck." A yandere is often sweet, caring, and innocent before switching into someone who displays an ext...
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"I did nothing wrong to deserve such treatment!" I exclaimed as the door swung open.
Forcefully shoved into the room, I stumbled and nearly fell onto my hands and knees. The agents lock the door and stand outside beside it, not allowing me to leave the area.
"Mr./Ms. (L/N)." A familiar voice said.
I turned to America, who sat upon his chair on the other side of his fancy looking desk. He pointed at a seat across from him.
"Sit down, will you?" His sunglasses lowered as his pupils landed on mine.
As I sit down, I begin ranting. "I am no filthy Communist! Nothing but lies are being spread throughout the streets running my name! My enemies are out to eliminate me, only claiming that I am Communist to get me arrested and put in jail!"
"Everyone who has been convinced claims that as well, you do know that, right?" He grabbed a tiny stack of papers and gently stood them up onto their ends, hitting them against the surface of his desk to organize them neatly.
I nodded. "Yes, I do, but I am no Communist! Throughout all of my life I have lived here in your country and not once did I think about betraying you! I am loyal and respect my country!"
He leaned back on his chair and set his feet on his desk. "I have a proposal for you, (L/N)."
"What is it?" I asked nicely.
Lighting up a cigarette, he smirked and raised it to his mouth. "I will arrest and kill all of your enemies, have them be accused of being Communist and have them be hung in front of the whole world if you agree to a couple of terms..."
I remained quiet, intimidated by his tone and actions.
He leaned over his desk, inching his hands across its surface as he got closer to me. "Take my hand in marriage and together we can destroy Communism! We can get rid of the threat and stop this tension between me and the Soviet Union! This Cold War has gone on for too long, and I need you by my side to help me end it!"
I stood up and stepped aside, shaking my head as I slowly walked backwards towards the door. "N-No! What is wrong with you, America? Sure, I have probably wished death upon my enemies, but I never actually want it to happen! Besides, I-I can't marry you! I already have—"
America rounded his desk and pulled out a pistol, aiming it at my forehead. "You aren't going anywhere!"
I stopped in my tracks, raising both my hands. "Come to me, now!"
Extremely terrified, I made my way to him, trembling slightly. He smiled, lowering his gun and snatching both my wrists. He spun me around so my back pressed against his chest.
