Yandere! [Ukraine×Canada]

Yandere [Part 46]

🌸 NOT THE SMUT CHAPTER BOOSTING MY BOOK 😭😭 AND NOT PEOPLE ADDING THIS BOOK TO SMUT BOOK COLLECTIONS?? NO, NO, STOP THE HORNY, IT WAS ONE CHAPTER OUT OF ALMOST 50, NOOOOOOOOO /j 🌸

🌸 The smut chapter has like double the views of any other chapter.... 😭 I am shook, but i am so grateful oh my god, you all are amazing and i know this sounds corny but this book brings me great joy, knowing others enjoy it as well ❤ i have somewhat of an 'ending' in mind and if i did do it, i'd make a second book of this, because A. That sounds cool, to have a continuation in the form of another book and B. Idk many chapters i don't want to scare anyone off 💀 because when i go on AO3 and see like a billion chapters, my timbers have been shivered 🌸

🌸 Anyhow pls enjoy this chapter, sorry for the long wait my dears 🌸

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Sunshine poured into the room from the uncovered window, forcing the boy to squint his eyes as he stirred from his sleep, hands moving up to protect his poor eyes from the sun. Oh, how sore his entire body felt when he tried to move, how difficult it was to bring himself to roll over onto his other side, which he soon did, thinking nothing of the empty space beside him where Canada should've laid, only pausing once the information seemed to register in his mind.

Ukraine nearly jumped up, or, well, he would have, if it were not for the stinging pain in his backside, reminding him of the previous night's events.. Right. Right, but where was Canada? Ukraine's eyes wandered around the room, soon landing upon the neatly folded clothes on his.. 'their' nightstand, along with a few poorly decorated cupcakes and what looked to be a note. Would've made Ukraine laugh if his first instinct wasn't to cry. He was still naked in Canada's bed, his whole body aching as he reached for his clothes, snatching them from the nightstand as he unfolded them, a confusion filling his tired mind before he realized that the clothes, in fact, weren't his. Those were Canada's clothes.. Ukraine scanned the floor for the clothes that he had been wearing the day before, but they were nowhere to be found. Even his underwear. Canada didn't expect him to actually wear Canada's boxers, did he?

Groaning, Ukraine set the clothes aside and picked up the note, reading it over rather quickly and it said something along the lines of: 'Washed your clothes, take mine (they're clean) also made something tasty for you to eat! xoxo, Canada'. Ukraine cringed, but of course, not wanting Canada to later get mad at him, he set the note back down on the nightstand and turned his attention back to the clothes. Whatever. Fuck it. After yesterday, nothing would gross him out as much as the knowledge that he slept with the one man who made his life a living hell.

Ukraine put on the clothes, pulled the waist of the sweatpants as tight as possible before tying the strings, hoping it would at least hold out until his own clothes dried, he assumed. Leaving the cupcakes for later, he decided to venture out of the room.. But something suddenly came back to him. The window. As fast as lighting, Ukraine practically threw himself at the window, ignoring the sunlight reflecting off of the snow that was practically burning out his eyes, checking for the footprints that the stranger had left. Well, the indents were still visible but it seemed like they had mostly been blown away durning the night. That was a relief.

Finally, Ukraine found it in himself to leave the room, now more than ever aware of the difficulty walking that the pain gave him. You're fine, Ukraine. You're fine. Pretend it's not there, he thought to himself. No more than a second after he shut the bedroom's door, he could hear footsteps approaching. Fast. "What-" Ukraine stammered out before he was nearly tackled to the ground by Australia, only being able to hold his balance due to being shoved against the door.