"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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"Darling..." Prussia's villainous, sing-song voice echoed through the hallways of the castle as (Y/N) ran for their life.
"Please come back, we promise that we won't kill you." Russian Empire stalked the nearby rooms with his partner in crime, his well-trained pet sat on his shoulder, keeping an eye out for any sudden movements around each and every corner. "After all, we love you. Why would we ever want to harm the one we love and care about the most?"
(Y/N) clenches their teeth, covering their mouth with a hand as tears threaten to form and fall from their cheeks. They pressed their back against the wall around a corner at the end of the hallway, panic overtaking their mind as they decided where to go. The balcony? No, they would have to find a rope to tie to the railing, make sure it was safe, and eventually climb down. It wasn't an option, not with how loose the railings were now. The front entrance? No, it was still rigged and would most definitely not budge without the help of two countries who set it up that way in the first place. How about the windows? Not that either. The windows have most likely also been tampered with.
There was no way to escape...
Poking their head around a corner, (Y/N) saw the duo enter Portuguese Empire's room. Now it was their chance.
Running across the open space, (Y/N) fled down a different hallway, making sure to suppress the sound of their footsteps. Within moments, they were at the other side of the castle close to Spanish Empire's room. They remembered when he admitted to using a secret passage that led to one of the kitchens downstairs. It had to be near his room, right?
"Thank you, Spanish." They mumbled to themselves as they started to feel at the walls, trying to locate a button that blended in well with the color scheme of the surface. They pulled on objects like one would pull on a book to reveal a secret tunnel behind a bookshelf, but nothing happened. However, there was one thing that they missed—the painting.
Gently pushing the painting to the side, the wall beside it suddenly opened up, giving away the secret passage. With no hesitation, (Y/N) rushed inside, the wall sliding closed behind them. It wasn't too loud, thankfully. For now, they were safe, but for how long? How long would it take Prussia and Russian Empire to find them?
At least right now (Y/N) had the time and space to think of a plan.
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"Verdammt!" Prussia cried out, raising and aiming his gun at a nearby potted plant down the hallway. He shot at it, the bullet striking the vessel and shattering it completely. The dirt spread all over the table's surface, some of it spilling onto the carpet and wooden floor below. The plant itself remained on the edge of the table, slightly tilted and barely hanging over.
