Ciao amico mio! For those who don't know italian, that's 'hello my friends'! So, i haven't gotten any requests so i'm gonna make some shit up! oh... DISCLAIMER! I DO NOT OWN HETALIA OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS!!!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Tick Tock, goes the clock, 'till I will find you~! Tick Tock, goes the clock, 'till my knife will meet you!" (yes that is from Dr.Who :p). I ran up the stairs and through a door way. The air seemed to choke me as I looked for a place to hide. No not under the bed, I wouldn't fit, behind the wardrobe? No, to visible.
"Where are you my sweet angel?" his voice was getting nearer, I could hear his feet dragging along the plush carpet. I finally dove into the closet and locked it, as he was getting closer to my room. What drove him to it? What drove sarcastic, patient, England to madness? The best I could guess was me. Yes ME.
*flashback*
"I'm sorry England. I just don't feel it anymore." I told my now ex-boyfriend as I packed up my stuff."
"What? But _____ wh-why?"
"Well for starters, you've been getting more possessive! You'll barely let me out of the house, much less even LOOK at other people!" I told him, somewhat impatient. "No, I don't mean other people as in other boyfriends, but as friends! Whenever I'm out of the house you insist that you are on the phone with me at all times! You may say that's you being protective, but I say that's lack of trust! Our relationship can't last without trust, I know that much! Maybe this was why Alfred left you."
I had him speechless, I sighed and got all the way to the front door until he slammed it and pulled me aside. "Never, NEVER talk about that son of a bitch to me!'' he screamed. I looked up and saw his eyes. They weren't that soft emerald green I was used to. No, they were cold and dangerous. The very essence of green-tinted steel. Now, that I think about it, I think they were like that for a long time. I just didn't pay attention enough to notice.
*end flashback*
Now, he was a crazy physcopath impatient for a kill. "Poppet, where are you?" he said sweetly. Apperently he was in the room you were hiding in. Dammit! Why didn't you lock the door?! You're such an idiot! Oh well, your fate was seeled whe you ran. You quietly opened the door a crack, and saw he was looking under the bed. You look around and saw a window, very close to the closet. You slip out as silently as you can.
As you reach the window, you try to open it. As it turns out, the window was locked. Fucking locked! You turn around and saw his forest green eyes staring at you. "I found you!" he says in a singsongy voice.
Panther-like, he glides up to you, and corners you between the wall and him. You always hated being short and now you're really hating the short genes. Arthur towered over you, his hair shadowing his face."Hello, poppet. Looks like you lost." He said as he pressed his cold, glinting knife to my throat. It then occured to me that this Arthur, was not MY Arthur. This Arthur had no qualms about killing me. He would do so without a second thought.
I screamed, as loud as I could, and saw him wince. "Tsk, tsk _____. If you stayed quite, you might have lived." he said. Though I couldn't see his face, I could hear the smirk on his lips. I looked up and the last thing I saw were his beautiful, deep,emerald orbs looking down at me, then blackness.
Englands POV
I sliced the knife, through her slender neck. Her body crumpled and fell to the ground. I crouched down and looked at her now-dead face. Her beautiful y/n eyes were still wide with fear. I closed her eyelids and kissed them. "I'm sorry my love. But, if I can't have you, I won't let anyone else have you either."
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I know, crap story it deserves hate. I've just got nothing to say. ._______.
