Hetalia Requests {open}

Stalker *2p!America*

You were in your room sketching your crush when you felt a pair of eyes on you.

It was the fifth time today that you had such a chilling presence. But when you turned and saw no one, you stopped drawing and rubbed your hands on your face.

"I'm going insane." You said to yourself as you ran a hand through your hair.  You took one last look around the room before going to your bed.

"____, I'm telling you, I always get this weird feeling that I'm being watched." You sort of shouted to your closest friend.

"And I'm telling you to let it go. It's just paranoia talking." And with that she ended the call and left you alone in your room.

You didn't know why, but your friend has been acting strange and distant lately, ever since you told her about how you think you were being watched about a week ago. She'd bail on your little dates together, she'd make stuff up or pretend to be busy whenever you asked if she could go out with you. Nothing seemed to be like before. It was like she flipped a switch and suddenly realized something and you obviously didn't know what it was.

You sighed, clearly frustrated as you ran a hand through your hair. She was supposed to be your friend. Your closest one at that, but nowadays, she just seemed like another stranger that thought she was crazy. You wanted to brush it off, act like it never happened and just move on with your life. But you couldn't do it. You were supposed to be attached at the hip, sisters even. And she can't just throw the friendship you two had over something she's not telling you. You at least deserved to know why she was acting like this.

So, you did what seemed right to you at that moment: you needed to confront her. 

You changed from lounging clothes and into a plain white shirt and jeans before you put on the closest pair of sneakers you could find and headed out. Pulling your phone out of your jean's pocket, you hit the third speed dial, a place that was saved for her, your best friend. You called once, but the call didn't seem to come through, only being answered by a number of beeps and a robotic voice. You ended it and attempted to call again, but you were surprised by the notification that popped up on your screen. 

She was calling you. 

You wasted no time and answered it right away, placing the device beside your ear as you did so. You stopped by the sidewalk and waited for whatever she had to say, yet, for a moment you were met with a collection of ragged breathing and momentary silence before she eventually spoke up. "____, come to the park." And before you could even say a word she ended the call.

There is seriously something wrong with her. You thought, pausing and contemplating whether you should really go to the park or not. You weren't even sure which park to go to. There's a grand total of six parks in the entire town, but seeing as it was her that had called, you assumed that she meant the park nearest to your house. That seemed like the only park you and her ever went to anyway. You pressed her speed dial once again, wanting to confirm the location of the park, but after three calls and her not answering, you gave up and started to head over to the park that was a few blocks away from where you currently stood.

And for a moment, the eary feeling of eyes watching your every move came back again. But you tried to ignore them, taking your best friend's words and just classifying them under paranoia. But something, like the voice at the back of your mind told you that it wasn't. It was telling you to turn around and run. And that scared you somehow. 

When you reached the gate of the park the first thing you saw was a guy in a brown leather jacket and black pants. He was leaning against a tree and his back was facing you, and yet you still managed to recognize him almost immediately. It was Keith, you best friend's boyfriend of six months now. And somehow, seeing him then and there made you think that he was the cause of Layla--your best friend's sudden change of heart. You weren't particularly fond of him. Within the first few moments of having Layla introduce him to you, you immediately wrote him off as perverted, and just plain out weird. Weird as in he had this strange collection of bottles that he bragged about non-stop. The way he spoke about them made you think that they costed a fortune or something, but no. They were merely the remembrances of his past girlfriends, as his friend Ethan had told you on one occasion when the four of you hung out.