One-shots! Hetalia x Reader!

Jack the Ripper (Scotland x Reader)

Blame me for binge watching unsolved murders on Youtube. And some of the stuff is from the story itself, but some others are just fictional.

-Pumpkin

1888

Rain fell on the cobble streets of Whitechapel as the clapping of thunder roared through out the dark and stormy night. It was somewhere in the early days of the cold November. Another murder has been reported.

Four harlots were murdered these past few months. This one was the most recent. A woman named Mary was murdered. Her heart was literally missing, her throat was severed down to the spine, and her abdomen almost had no organs inside of her.

"What are you thinking about lass?" The man in front of the female investigator asked her.

It wasn't everyday that you'd see a woman detective during this era. She fought for her education and knowledge owning every detective known in England. Her name was known throughout the country. Her (h/c) hair was always tied back or cut short, piercing (e/c) eyes that can be mistaken for a wolf's, strong physical features with a scary attitude that made men and women alike fear her, and the way she speaks out of everything smoothly with her charismatic voice.

"Nothing..." But tonight wasn't her night. "I just hope that Arthur hasn't done any black magic to track the killer."

The Scottish man in front of her laughed. He had messy red hair, emerald green eyes that illuminated like the lights in the north, thick red eyebrows, a permanent handsome smirk, and a thick cigar sticking out of his mouth. He was a womanizer. The stereotypical seductive detective with a raspy voice and a deceivingly sad back story.

They both worked together as an unlikely pair to the others, but they were powerful together. Both were charismatic and witty, and reckless in a fight.

"Why prepare your gun when there's no need of one?" The man asked.

"Always be prepared you twit." You scolded him.

"And here we have the famous detective, Miss (Full name), on her daily basis on preparing the things she doesn't need."

"Of course you need a gun Alistair dear." You polished your silver revolver and pointed it at his head. "You might lose your head when you don't have one around."

"Like the last time we went to the pub?" He chuckled.

"Shut up."

The two fought like cat and dog, but they have their similarities. Mostly in their history of brawls in the pubs.

The carriage slowly halted as (Y/n) peeked our out of the window. She saw Alistair's brother, Arthur, a young lad around sixteen or seventeen, outside dressed as a cultist like he always does to disguise himself. He was a polite young lad with the tongue of a pirate.

(Y/n) opened the door and got out first with the inch heels of her boots clacking against the cobble below. She fixed her coat and hat as her partner followed her out.

"Any reports other than the scene you've described?" She asked Arthur.

"Other than that, none." Arthur spoke in the English accent he grew up with.

"You sound like you work for the queen herself, brother." Alistair chuckled. "But we all know that you are the queen's guard dog after all."

Arthur rolled his eyes and signaled the two to follow him up a building where the murder was done.

The murders around has been quickly rising up. The so-called suspect was given an alias, Jack the Ripper. The victims have been found with missing organs. The only women who had no missing organs were the first and third victims. All of the victims have a similar trademark that indicated their murder. The Ripper had severed them on their throats and stole organs.