It's not Real!...Or is it ?(YANDERE COUNTRYHUMANS X READER)

Chapitre 35

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(Y/N) Pov:

You got to the room that Prussia indicated, you twisted the handle and opened the door. While you stay at the doorframe, your bag at your feet, you look around the room, you feel... comfortable. That's just now, that you noticed how uneasy you were back to British Empire's place.

You entered the room, and put your bag on your new bed. You smiled slightly, you felt cozy... You haven't felt like this since you were at German Empire's. You would sit in the armchair and read, not worrying about your own existence or how all of it was possible.

You sighed, and slumped down on the bed, trying to calculate everything that happened. It was just too much... You kinda argued with (B/F/N), it doesn't happen every day. But you didn't really want to apologize, as you knew you weren't the only one guilty.

You looked outside the window, from there you could see the sunset that was sending orange and yellow rays of light in your room and on your walls. You sat up, you felt like you wanted to change something. You took your bag and put his content on the covers. You looked at what there was, you knew they were the last things that were reminding you of your home.

Obviously, there was your damned sketchbook, why did you start drawing in the first place ? You shook your head to get your thoughts right as you looked at the rest. There was your phone charger (that you'll most certainly not use anymore), a random pen that fell once in your bag and you were too lazy to get it out, your identity card, your keys and a chance of clothes. (You always took a change wherever you went somewhere, surprisingly it came useful!)

Aside of that, there was nothing else. It was understandable when you knew that last time you took your bag was only to talk to (B/F/N) at the park so there was no point in bringing anything much. Never in a lifetime you would expect the events to happen. You put a hand on your chest, you couldn't really realise it, you died, but you're here. You never wondered what happened back there in your world.

You mumbled a few things under your breath, and stood up from the bed. You put back the content in the bag and put it at the bottom of your bed. You walked over to the wardrobe that was already in the room and looked inside. It wasn't empty and had a lot of clothes.

You went to lock the door before you changed yourself in clothes for the night that were in the wardrobe, you felt comfortable enough to wear them, not like at British Empire's.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, you couldn't find something other than nightgowns so you wore one, it was kinda weird since it was old but they were comfortable. You fixed your hair a little since they really needed it, even if you were going to sleep.

You sighed in content. Finally you wore something else than the two outfits you had in your bag. You walked over to the bed and laid on it, before pulling the covers. You rested your head on your pillow and closed your eyes, for the first time in a long time, you felt safe.

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After a long and comfortable night, your eyes opened slightly, your mind still sleepy. You started to wake up but still kept the same position, your eyes were mostly closed, you didn't know what time it was, and you didn't want to rush your time.

However, you needed to stand up when a few knocks were heard. You wobbly stood up, shivering when your bare feet touched the cold floor. You walked over to the door and opened it, you still tried to fix your hair a minimum.

Your eyes looked up as you saw Prussia. He wasn't in the formal outfit you saw the day before, but he wasn't in his night outfit either, it was just clear it was more casual and more easy to breathe in. When he met your eyes he smiled, it was a genuine and small smile, not the uncomfortable grins of the British Empire.