Yandere Hetalia x Chubby Reader

Yandere England X Chubby Reader

I had no choice but to stare as (Y/n) made her way over to that bloody frog and started talking to him. I hated that she talked to him more than me. I'm her friend not him. I hated that she had a crush on him and not me. I was the one always there for her, I was the one who buys her sweets and flowers when she's sad. I should have her love, I'm the only one who deserves her love. That frog wouldn't treat her like I would. I needed her, just like deep down she needs me. I watched that damned frog touch her and smile at her. It sickened me.

I tried to control my anger as she blushed. It wasn't fair! She should only be blushing at me! I'm the only one who should ever get to see such a beautiful sight. I grinned as a thought came to my head. If she wasn't going to see how much she loved me herself, I would just give her that small push in the right direction. Maybe then we would finally be together like in those stories American always reads. I'm sure that he said the hero always gets the girl. That means that the hero has to get rid of the fro-villain first. I grinned again, he would never see it coming.

(Y/n) POV

You watched Arthur in worry as he grinned to himself over nothing. Ever since you had told him your crush on Francis, he had been acting differently towards you. Almost like Ivan and his sister and you were Russia. You hoped you were misunderstanding and everything was fine. You turned back towards Francis and smiled at him, blushing as he smiled back. He finally asked you, "How can I help you, (Y/n)?" His accent made his 'h' sounds almost unpronounced so it took a moment to figure out what he said.

This was the time to tell him that you liked him and hoped to God that he didn't laugh in your face. You were chubby, it was true and you weren't going to lie. Yes, you did have some insecurities but so does everyone, well maybe not Francis. Your bright (e/c) eyes shined as you stared at him, he was very handsome and nearly every girl he met fell in love with him straight away. You fell victim to his charm as well. Unfortunately, no one seemed to tell you that he was a complete douche when it came to feelings.

"W-well, Francis, I w-was wondering if you would like t-to go out tom-morrow maybe?" Your face was beet red and your hands were shaking, terrified of rejection. He was silent for a moment then, "Hahaha, you think, haha, I would ever, haha, go out with a fat,hahaha, pig like you. Oh zhat is hilarious!" Your cheeks had fat tears rolling down them as you ran away crying. Your other best friend, Feli, came running after you as well. He was always there for you as well as Arthur but he was more sympathetic to your feelings.

He hugged you as you cried. You two were stood outside of the world meeting building in England as Feli walked you to his car. "Shall I-a take you-a home (Y/n)?" You nodded and he drove you as fast as possible to get you to your safest place ever. You lived in England since you and Arthur and Alfred all grew up together with you living next door and you didn't have the heart to leave. Not with all those memories still there. You said goodbye and opened your door, quickly locking it again before running up to your bedroom and surrounding yourself into your covers. You cried yourself to sleep.

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Arthur POV

I waited until the meeting was over and asked the frog to stag back to help me with something (argued until Francis demanded a fight just between the two of them). I was stood outside in the darkness, waiting for the frog with my knife in my hand. He would never hurt (Y/n)'s feelings again. I saw him come outside and approach me, after making sure everyone else had left. The frog was definitely not expecting me to pull out a knife since before it had only been punches and kicks but now it was serious. (Y/n)'s feelings were hurt and nothing was worse than that.

I ran towards him and slammed his body against the hard brick wall behind him, causing him to let out a groan of pain. I brought the knife to his neck and he screamed, "W-wait, why are you doing this?" I growled in his ear, "You hurt (Y/n), if you're dead, then you won't be able to do that anymore! No one gets to hurt my love and get away with it!" With that, I slit his threat while keeping one hand over his mouth to stop any doubt d coming out. I thought about my 2p and thought that he would probably like some more ingredients for his 'special' cupcakes.

(Y/n) POV

You woke up and went downstairs to watch some telly, hoping it would make you feel better. The first thing that came on was the news and you were shocked as Francis' name and image came up on the screen. He had been killed by a slit to the threat but several vital organs were missing. They showed pictures of his dead body and it was enough to make you sick. You ran to the kitchen and threw up into the sink.

You had finished and went to reach for some paper towels when someone handed you one. You said, "Thank you" then paused. You screamed as you looked towards the intruder. You held your heart as you sighed in relief, "Thank god it's just you Arthur, I thought you were a killer or robber". You saw his blonde hair and dark bushy eyebrows through the darkness. He laughed but it sounded different to his normal one. You switched on the light and gasped at his blood-soaked shirt and trousers. You backed away from him and he frowned.

You stammered, "W-what have you done, Arthur?" He seemed to smile at you saying his name and gleefully replied, "He was in the way of our love and he hurt you, nobody is allowed to do that!" He resembled a jealous child except extremely dangerous and you let out a forced laugh. You saw him walk towards you and you froze, not wanting him to hurt you. He wrapped his hands around your soft waist and buried his head in your neck. "We will be together forever". You were terrified and so when he finally let go of you, you ran towards the door.

Unfortunately, you clearly weren't that into sports nor were you athletic so he easily caught up to you and grabbed you by the waist again. He was rough and wrapped a hand around your mouth, stopping you from breathing through your mouth. He was angry and he growled into your ear, "You ran away from me and that was naughty" with that word, his attitude seemed to change and he licked your neck, "Naughty girls have to be punished". Your eyes widened as he dragged you to your bedroom.