countryhumans oneshot (Request Closed)

The Crimson Cage

Yandere uk x france 🇬🇧🇨🇵

Kidnapped
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France stirred, a groan escaping his lips as he tried to stretch.  He was vaguely aware of a soft, unfamiliar bed beneath him, but the room was shrouded in darkness, the only light filtering in through a sliver of space beneath the thick curtains.  He tried to sit up, but a sharp tug at his wrist brought him up short.  He was chained to the wall, the metal biting into his flesh.

Panic surged through him.  He was no longer in his own room.  He was somewhere dark and unfamiliar, bound and helpless.  He tried to remember how he got here, but his mind was a jumbled mess of fragmented memories.  He remembered a dinner party, a glass of wine, a warm feeling of contentment.  And then… nothing.

He called out, his voice hoarse from disuse.  "Hello?  Is anyone there?"

Silence.  The only sound was the steady drip of water from somewhere unseen, a rhythmic beat that only served to heighten his growing sense of dread.

He struggled against the chains, but they were strong, unyielding.  He felt a cold sweat breaking out on his skin, his breath coming in ragged gasps.  He was trapped.  He was alone.

A shadow flickered in the doorway, and a figure emerged, silhouetted against the faint light from outside.  France recognized the tall, lean frame, the familiar way he moved.  It was UK.

But something was different.  His usually charming smile was replaced by a chillingly possessive grin.  His eyes, normally sparkling with warmth, were dark and unreadable.

"Bonjour, mon amour," UK said, his voice low and dangerous.  He stepped closer, his shadow falling over France.

France tried to pull back, but the chains held him fast.  He felt a cold fear gripping his heart, a primal instinct that told him he was in danger.

"UK… what's going on?" he stammered, his voice trembling.  "Where am I?"

UK chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver down France's spine.  It was a sound that held no warmth, no amusement, only a chilling coldness.

"You're safe now, mon amour," he said, his voice a silken caress.  "You're with me."

He reached out, his fingers brushing against France's cheek.  France flinched away, his body instinctively recoiling from the touch.  He didn't trust UK.  He didn't understand what was happening.

"What do you mean?" France asked, his voice barely above a whisper.  "Why am I here?"

UK's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with a disturbing intensity.  "Because you're mine, mon amour," he said, his voice a low rumble.  "And I'm never going to let you go."

He leaned closer, his breath warm against France's ear.  "You're safe with me.  You're protected.  You're loved."

His words were a promise, a threat, a declaration of war.  France knew that he was trapped, that he was at UK's mercy.  He knew that he had to find a way to escape, but he also knew that it would be a long and dangerous journey.

He closed his eyes, his body trembling, his heart filled with a mixture of fear and despair.  He was trapped in a cage of his own making, a cage of love and obsession, and he didn't know if he would ever be free."Loved?" France echoed, his voice a mere breath. The word felt foreign, twisted into something sinister in UK's mouth. He tried to pull back, but the chains held him firm. "What do you mean?"

UK's smile didn't falter. He reached out, tracing a finger along France's jawline, his touch sending a shiver of revulsion through the Frenchman. "You see, mon amour," he purred, his voice like velvet over steel, "I've always loved you.  More than anything in the world."

France's eyes widened, a wave of nausea washing over him. He knew UK had always been possessive, but this... this was different. There was a darkness in his eyes, a possessive hunger that made France's skin crawl.

"But... you're my boyfriend," France stammered, his voice barely a whisper. "We're together."

UK chuckled, a sound that sent a chill down France's spine. "We're together, yes," he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous murmur. "But now, we're truly together.  No more distractions, no more doubts.  Just you and me, forever."

He leaned closer, his breath warm against France's ear. "You're safe here, mon amour.  No one can hurt you.  No one can take you away from me."

France felt a cold dread creeping into his heart. He knew that UK wasn't talking about physical harm.  He was talking about something far more insidious, something that would break France from the inside out.  He was talking about erasing France's identity, his independence, his very soul.

"Please, UK," France pleaded, his voice shaking.  "Let me go.  I don't want to be here."

UK's smile tightened, a cruel glint in his eyes. "You don't have a choice, mon amour," he said, his voice a chilling whisper.  "You're mine.  And I'm never going to let you go."

He leaned back, his gaze fixed on France, his eyes burning with a possessive intensity.  France felt a cold dread gripping his heart.  He was trapped.  He was alone.  And he was terrified.The days that followed were a blur of carefully orchestrated manipulation and subtle coercion. UK, with a chillingly patient demeanor, began to weave a web of isolation around France. He showered him with affection, showering him with gifts and attention, but every gesture was laced with a possessive undercurrent that left France feeling trapped and suffocated.

He was no longer allowed to leave the cottage. UK, with a charming smile and a disarmingly gentle touch, assured him that it was for his own safety, that the outside world was a dangerous place, that he was better off with him.

He bombarded France with stories of his love, tales of how he had always been destined to be with him, how their souls were intertwined, how France was the only one who truly understood him. It was a relentless barrage of affection, a suffocating blanket of possessiveness that slowly chipped away at France's sense of self.

France, initially resistant, began to crack under the pressure.  He was isolated, alone, and constantly bombarded with UK's intense, suffocating love.  His memories of the outside world, his friends, his family, began to fade, replaced by a hazy sense of dependence on UK.

He started to believe UK's words, to accept his twisted version of love.  He began to see himself as UK's, his entire being devoted to his captor's every whim and desire.  He felt a strange sense of comfort in UK's possessiveness, a warped sense of security in his control.

One evening, as the sun cast long shadows across the cottage, UK sat beside France, his hand resting gently on his knee.  France, his gaze fixed on the flickering flames in the fireplace, felt a strange sense of peace.  He had accepted his fate, his heart filled with a twisted sense of love for his captor.

"You're mine, mon amour," UK whispered, his voice a soft caress.  "And you'll never leave me."

France looked up at him, his eyes filled with a disturbingly placid love.  "I wouldn't dream of it," he whispered back, his voice devoid of the vibrant spirit that had once characterized him.

UK smiled, his eyes gleaming with a possessive satisfaction.  He had won.  He had broken France, molded him into the perfect image of his obsession.  He had made him his.

And as France leaned into UK's embrace, his heart filled with a chillingly devoted love, he didn't realize that he had lost himself, that he had become a mere shadow of the vibrant, free-spirited man he once was.  He was trapped in a cage of his own making, a cage of love and obsession, a cage from which he would never escape.

The end
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Uk is creppily obsessed*shivers*

Anyways word count: 1326

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