"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 stood before the five graves, my expression revealing the misery that has built up inside me. Much of my heart has shattered into several pieces, but some of it still remains. However, I do not believe that I can take more heartbreak. The mixed feelings spiraling within my soul has already caused enough physical and mental pain. I was expecting to have a normal day, spending my time with the countries I had fit into my schedule. I simply don't understand why or how one of us suddenly snapped and slaughtered my friends. Did I do something wrong? Did one of the countries finally go insane after staying enclosed in this castle for too long? Everything that has occurred has me pondering new thoughts, and it's giving me a major headache.
We returned inside, and now were all scattered around the couches once more.
"–so it's either one of you, or the both of you!"
Ottoman Empire's angered shouts and accusations snapped me out of my thoughts, and as I came to, I witnessed him pointing at Prussia and Russian Empire. His stance revealed how he had finally succumbed to his insanity, wanting nothing but to be free from the confines of this castle and to give justice for his murdered friends—to put the killers behind bars for their revolting crimes. However, he had to stop, or he might escalate things too far by possibly committing a crime of his own.
"Ottoman, stop!" I exclaimed, raising my voice. "Please, you have to calm down! Do you remember what we said? We won't let—"
The Empire quickly whipped around to face me, his eyes narrowing. "You know what, (Y/N)? You can be the murderer. After all, this all began when you arrived!"
I took offense to his words, taking a step back. However, Prussia swiftly took action by standing in front of me. "Leave Ms./Mr. (Y/N) alone! It cannot possibly be them! Did you forget that they were with you when German Empire died?"
"True, but have you stopped to consider that they might be one of the two killers? We have considered that option, right—that there might be two of them?" Ottoman Empire questioned him, tilting his head. "Maybe you two are working together?"
"Guys, please—" I attempted to intervene, but their booming voices overlapped mine. I was barely audible amongst them. Russian Empire took a stance before me, gesturing for me to stay back and let them handle the situation. However, I refused to listen. I clearly had to do something about this. I couldn't let this argument get any worse. There was another side of me that scolded me, wanting me to stay back and let this happen. I had a chance of making it even worse, too. One half of my mind was conflicting with the other, trying to figure out whether or not I should do something about this problem.
"Ms./Mr. (Y/N) would never want to commit such treacherous actions!" Russian Empire snapped at Ottoman Empire. "Besides, accusing an innocent person like that makes you suspicious! How do we know it's not you?"
"Murder my fellow Empires? How preposterous!" Ottoman Empire crossed his arms and looked away.
My eyes remained trained on the trio before me, failing to notice what was going on behind the scenes. It was far too late to do anything to save Ottoman Empire once the knife had gone clean through his chest, piercing and destroying his heart in the process.
The loud and sharp gasp of the old British man was what had gotten the trio of countries to stop arguing, but again, it was too late. Before Ottoman Empire could turn around, and before Prussia and Russian Empire could move forward, Inca Empire had committed her crime. Ottoman Empire's blood splattered all over the floor, and some of it splashed onto the two countries in front of him. His heart was hanging on the tip of the blade, slowly losing its color as it stopped beating. Once Inca Empire pulled the knife away and let go of him, the Empire's body fell and hit the floor with a harsh thud.
"I-Inca!?" My voice cracked as tears formed in the corners of my eyes. I couldn't believe it—it had to be a lie! I trusted her since day one! How...how could she betray me—no, us, like this? Why?
"What?" She raised an eyebrow with a villainous grin. "Expected it to be one of the others? Never doubt what the supposed innocents can do."
I was in complete shock, and so was everyone else.
"How could you?" I question her with anger building up inside me. "Why? Why did you kill them?"
"Must I really have to explain myself?" The female Empire asked with clear irritation. "What is the one thing that I love the most (Y/N)? It's taking care of animals and keeping them away from all of you heartless bastards! I thought that since you all kill animals without a care in the world, then I can kill you all off as revenge! None of you deserve to live."
"But that is no rational way of dealing with your problem, Inca!" British Empire argued as he approached her slowly and cautiously. "There were various options for you, but you decided to lock us all up in our home and slaughter everyone? You are better than this, In—"
However, before he could finish, Inca Empire whirled around and slit the old man's throat, causing him to stumble back and clutch onto his wound, choking on his own blood. I tried to rush to him to help, but Prussia took a stance in front of me, preventing me from moving any further.
Within moments, British Empire was dead.
And so was Inca Empire.
She whipped around, raising the knife above her head, only being able to take one step forward before she was viciously attacked by Russian Empire's falcon. I could only watch as she shrieked and wailed for help, flailing around on the floor as her face was being mutilated beyond recognition.
I lifted my head up, my eyes meeting with the two remaining Empires as they turned around.
