"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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America lived with his brothers and he enjoyed their company. They never failed in making him feel joyous, playing fun video games and leaving the house to go hangout elsewhere. They would attend parties together, visit their parents and friends—the four siblings were basically inseparable. Canada would always make his famous pancakes and maple syrup and host hockey games. Australia would bring in animals, which terrified his siblings, but would still have fun no matter what. Lastly, New Zealand was the sibling who would simply make the siblings day better and happier with his energetic and enthusiastic personality.
Everything was perfect for America, but everything good does not last forever.
A couple months prior, the four siblings got into a major car accident, which ended up killing everyone but America. It was devastating news, especially for Great Britain and France. America only had minor injuries, but his brothers did not. It was confusing, and it still is to this day how America was the only one who had little injury compared to his brothers. Some commented that since Canada was sitting next to America, he used his whole entire body to block the upcoming car to save him. Others say that it was simply a miracle for America, but not for his siblings.
Ever since that day, America has never spoken nor interacted with anybody, not even his friends, family or the Organizations. He has been depressed, lonely and miserable from that day forward. The memories of his brothers within his head are the things he cherishes the most now, the ongoing laughter and fun haunting his mind. Nothing could bring back the old America, only the siblings he once had could spark the light within him.
At least, that is what everyone thought.
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Walking about the mall, I hold the bags of new clothing I had just bought and head towards the nearby candy store. It was going to be my last stop before heading home to cook dinner. The mall was packed today with a new movie that just came out in the theater. Apparently, it was an incredible movie that everybody should watch, but I wasn't here for that. I had to do some shopping due to the fact my old clothing was all torn up and old-fashioned.
I turned the corner into the candy shop, accidentally bumping into a person. I fell onto my bottom and dropped my bags. Hissing in pain, I quickly recovered and looked up at the person I had bumped into.
"I'm sorry!" I apologized, getting onto my knees as I gathered up my bags.
"..." I paused and noticed that they were staring at me, specifically my eyes.
