"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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"Let us continue, shall we?"
Grabbing a fist full of my hair, Great Britain yanked my head backward, forcing me to look up at the ceiling. I refused to give up, I had to get out of here. I squirmed in his grasp, trying to get my wrists free from the strong grip of his one hand. He leaned down and opened his mouth to take another taste of my blood seeping from my wound, but was suddenly interrupted by the double doors behind him being kicked open.
He perked up-not releasing me-staring up at the space before him and narrowing his eyes. His pupils looked back, but his head did not turn as a growl came through his lips. I could feel his anger radiating off his body as he let me go, whipping himself around to face the person who had just randomly barged in without his permission.
"Great Britain, you goddamn son of a fucking bitch!" A female shouted angrily. I couldn't see who it was since the aggressive country in front of me was shielding me from whoever stood at the double doors. "Why the hell did I just find about fifteen of your spies on my land!? What the fuck are you up to you fucking bastard!?"
"Oh, America..." The British country spoke calmly. "I was only trying to help-"
"Help?" She halted a fair distance away from him. "Help by what? Killing me? Assassinating me? What the hell are you planning? Why do you want to kill me!?"
"K-Kill you? Why that's absurd!" He was beginning to sweat and become nervous. "Why would I want to kill one of my best allies?"
"I don't know if I should keep you as an ally, Britain." America crossed her arms. "I'm going to have to speak to the organizations about this, but for now you're-"
Raising an eyebrow, she approached Great Britain and peeked over his shoulder.
"Who is that?"
Great Britain tried to block her from seeing me. "Oh, no one! You are just seeing things!"
America would move to have her eyes land on mine, eventually pushing her ally out of the way to get to me. She gasped when she saw my wounds and the condition I was in. She spun around and immediately slapped her ally, death glaring at him.
