Hetalia x Reader Oneshots

(Dark) Hetalia x Reader: Songfic, Killer by Plain White T's

Guess who changed the cover? *points to self*

Guess who finally updated? *points to self*

Guess who has 10K+ reads? *points to self*

Guess who should just shut up now and let you read what you want to read? *points to self*

((Okay, so this isn't done yet, but I thought I should just finally update. Sorry for any typos and stuff, like I said, this isn't completed.))

((Also, I don't know shit 'bout pirates so pls just bear with me))

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If I was a pirate sailing the seas, would you come and pillage the village with me?

"Oh come on, (Y/n). Don't be a such a bloody worrywart." Captain Kirkland shot you a smirk and walked down the boardwalk towards the shops of a small and innocent town.

Your worried eyes followed his figure down the wooden path. You bit your bottom lip before speaking up. "C-Captain, lets just leave this town alone! I mean, u-um, it's pretty small so we should just keep moving on until we get to a bigger place. There's bound to be more valuables there!"

The captain stopped in his tracks still facing away from you.

The following moments were quiet, which made you feel awkward and anxious.

Finally, the infamous captain spoke up. "(Y/n)..." he dragged out every word. "Are you..." Kirkland paused and turned around, quickly striding to you.

You avoided his gaze and looked at your boots, terrified for your life. You've seen this fearsome Captain Kirkland slaughter and hang his own crew mates in front of the rest like it was nothing.

Captain Kirkland's gloved fingers held onto your chin with not even a touch of gentleness and lifted it up so you were looking directly into those two tantalizing green eyes of his.

"...scared?"

You escaped his grip on your chin and took a step backward, about to run, but he swiftly got a hold of your wrist and tugged you forward into his chest with a wide and evil smile.

Captain Kirkland clearly looked amused at your fear and briskly turned and walked towards the shops again, dragging you along with him.

"Oh (Y/n). Sweet, sweet, (Y/n)." He shook his head as he yanked you along like an unwanted dog. "Unluckily for you, we're going to be together for a long, long time... forever, actually." He suddenly brought his other hand to the back of your head into a forced kiss.

Despite your struggles, he didn't pull away until you were sure you were about to die of loss for breath.

Captain Kirkland leaned in close to your ear, so close, in fact, that you could feel his breath. "We'll burry the treasure and go down together."

If I was a pirate...

If I was an outlaw, robbing a bank, would you be my bonny, help me get away?

If I was a vampire, roaming the night, would you be my prey and put your neck on the line?

Walking down an abandoned street in the dead of the night was definitely not one of your best ideas, but you couldn't sleep- in fact, you haven't gotten a single wink of rest since a week ago.

Your friends called you crazy, but you were one hundred percent sure that you, (full name), was being stalked.

Yeah, you heard me correctly: stalked.

Ever since a couple days ago, you've been getting mysterious phone calls and things were disappearing.

The good thing was that it was minor things like a spoon or batteries from the remote.

'Why would anyone want my TV's remote batteries?' You always thought, but brushed it away since it wasn't like who ever was responsible was taking money or anything too important.

You had thought it was a prank from Gilbert, Francis, and Antonio, since they always fool around with you, but when you asked them they truthfully denied your suspicions.

Now, back to our setting.

The air was crisp and cold, making you shiver.

"Damn," You muttered as it started to snow.

'As if there wasn't already enough snow on the ground.' You glumly thought, a scowl forming on your face.

Deciding to walk back home since it was starting to get even colder, you swiftly turned right around and quickly strode back towards your warm home.

Snowflakes fell lightly onto your hair and face, so you fixed the (f/c) scarf around your neck and chin and pulled on the hat you'd thankfully brought.

"Excuse me, pretty lady?" A voice suddenly cut through the quietness of the starry night like a sharp sword, making you jump and spin around to where you heard it.

But as you looked around, you saw that absolutely no one was around and the only sign of human life was a trail of footprints in the snow, but those were yours and they were starting to get covered up again with the falling snow.

Spooked, you whirled around to the direction you were heading in the first place, only jogging much quicker.

You immediately regret all the horror movies, series, books, video games, and other gory things one of your closer friends, Alfred (who you met a your job, and was a fellow co-worker), had convinced you to watch and play. 'Damn you, Al,' you cursed at him mentally.

After a while, you began to sweat nervously despite the freezing temperature from the winter season when you heard the unmistakable sound of snow crunching beneath someone else's footsteps behind you.

Gathering up your courage, you abruptly stopped jogging and snapped your head back again, just to get the same results from last time.

The only movement you could see was the graceful falling of snowflakes in the darkness.

Thoroughly terrified now, you sprinted back to your home, heart racing like a frightened rabbit.

The rest of the way home, there were no more sounds to add to your terror and as you saw your safe home nearing, you almost burst into tears with happiness.

Jogging up the powdery snow-covered steps to your front door and fumbling with your keys for a moment before you found the correct one, your eyes kept nervously darting from one side to the other until you finally unlocked and opened the door.

You raced inside your warm home and basically slammed the door behind you with your trembling and mitten-covered hands.

Sighing with the comforting feeling of relief, you slumped against the door before walking into your living room and taking your winter clothes off.

Turning on a lamp and looking outside a window before closing it, you chuckled to yourself for being such a scaredy-cat while rolling your eyes and shaking your head.

"Oh, believe me, it was all real. Quite funny, actually!" An unmistakably male's loud, amused voice boomed through your house from right beside you.

You stiffened and held your breath for a long time before slowly turning your head to the left only to be greeted by being face-to-face with someone you didn't recognize.

At first, you didn't know what the hell to do, so with your knowledge that came from every single horror movie you have ever watched, you said possibly the dumbest thing anyone could ever say to their stalker: "who are you?"

Like, you could have immediately punched him in the face, run over to the phone, and dialed 9-1-1, but no, you decided on knowing this guys name.

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And that's where I stop.

Merry late Christmas, btw~