countryhumans oneshot (Request Closed)

His Rose

Requested by multishipper_fricku

Romania x imperal japan

Yandere Romania
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The air hung thick with the scent of lavender and dust, the kind of stillness that hinted at secrets hidden beneath the surface. Imperial Japan, his brow furrowed with concern, pushed open the heavy oak door to Romania's manor. He had come to visit, a rare moment of respite while his children were away at school. Romania was usually a cheerful host, welcoming him with a warm smile and a cup of strong, black coffee. But today, the house was eerily quiet.

"Romania?" he called out, his voice echoing through the empty hallways.

There was no answer. He wandered through the rooms, the silence pressing against him like a shroud. He found the kitchen spotless, the dining table set for two, yet untouched. A chill ran down his spine.

He paused at the foot of the stairs, his gaze drawn to the heavy wooden door leading to the basement. A muffled thump, a guttural groan, broke the silence. His heart skipped a beat.

He moved towards the door, his hand trembling as he reached for the handle. The thump came again, followed by a metallic clang. His hand hesitated for a moment, then turned the knob.

The steps creaked beneath his feet as he descended into the darkness, his senses on high alert. The air in the basement was thick with a metallic tang that made his stomach churn. The sound of muffled screams reached his ears, a twisted symphony of pain.

He flicked on the light, the harsh glare illuminating the scene before him.

Romania stood in the center of the room, his face a mask of chilling fury, his hands stained crimson. In front of him lay a figure, crumpled on the floor, dressed in a faded, black uniform – Fascist Italy. The air throbbed with the echo of his own heart beating in his ears as he realized Romania held a long, serrated knife, dripping with blood.

Romania glanced up, his gaze locking onto Imperial Japan. A slow smile spread across his lips, a chilling twist of pleasure that sent a shiver through Imperial Japan’s bones.

"He thought he could steal you from me, Japan," Romania whispered, his voice husky with emotion. "He thought he could take what is mine."

The room seemed to close in around him, the smell of blood and lavender blending into a suffocating cocktail of fear and fascination. Imperial Japan felt his own blood run cold. This wasn't the Romania he knew, the warm, welcoming friend he had grown fond of. This was something else, something terrifyingly possessive, something driven by a dark, unyielding passion.

This was the terrifying truth behind Romania's smile, the secret he had kept hidden beneath a veneer of charm.  And Imperial Japan, trapped in the basement with his friend turned tormentor, had no idea how to escape.

Romania, his eyes blazing with a terrifying intensity, met Imperial Japan’s.  The knife, still dripping with blood, trembled slightly in his hand.

A wave of nausea washed over Imperial Japan. He had seen enough violence, enough bloodshed, to last a lifetime.  But this was different.  This was… personal.  He could see the possessive gleam in Romania’s eyes, the undeniable truth behind the carefully curated facade of friendship.  Romania had always been fiercely protective, but this was something else entirely.

He expected the blow, the final descent of the knife, the cold sting of steel against flesh.  He braced himself, his breath catching in his throat.

But then, Romania did something unexpected.  He dropped the knife, the blade clattering against the cold stone floor with a sickening thud.  His expression shifted, the fury replaced by an almost childlike tenderness.  He reached out, his hand trembling slightly, and gently cupped Imperial Japan’s cheek.

“I did this for you, love,” Romania whispered, his voice a husky caress.  “You are mine.  You are mine, Japan.  You don’t belong with them.  You belong with me.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with a suffocating weight.  Imperial Japan felt his own blood run cold.  He had no idea how to respond, how to escape this terrifying, twisted reality that had suddenly unfolded before him.

He was trapped, not in a cage of stone and steel, but in the suffocating grip of Romania’s possessive love, a love that had turned deadly.
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Um..does everyone want to read the aftermath? Oh will if you guys do then tell me in the comment.

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