(Y/n) could hardly pay attention in Baking class, her mind was caught on what the man said to her the night before.
"We will come to get you tomorrow, you will be back home where you belong."
She walked to her computers class, Eduard was out of the hospital and back teaching.
He gave her a kind smile and tussled her long (h/c) hair.
"Haloo (y/n)!"
"Hej Mr. Von Bock."
The fire alarm went off.
The school's announcement system crackled to life.
"ALL STUDENTS PLEASE STAY IN YOUR CLASSROOMS *BANG*
DAMN FATASS YOU'RE TAKING TOO LONG, HEI KJÆRE~ WE'RE COMING TO FIND YOU~
RUN AND HIDE OR SURRENDER COMPLETELY, IT'S UP TO YOU KJÆRELIGHET!"
Eduard looked at (y/n) in worry, the class noticed this as he pulled out a pair of handguns from his desk.
"(Y/n) you should have left when you had the chance."
"And leave you behind, Estland? I don't think so."
~~~????'s pov~~~~
Egil shot the headmaster of this dump of a school after he was taking too long.
I grabbed the microphone and spoke "Hei kjære~ We're coming to find you~
Run and hide or surrender completely, It's up to you Kjærelighet!"
I grabbed my flamethrower from the table and motioned for Egil to start searching.
"On it big brother!~", Egil chirped
"DONT FUCKING CALL ME THAT!"
I started burning through the school as the others did whatever they wanted, we were going to get (y/n) back even if it means killing everyone in this school.
The sound of screams and the smell of smoke and burning flesh made me excited, I want to see even more mayhem.
As I opened (burned down) one door I saw Estonia pointed a gun and a pain shot through my shoulder, a girl dashed past me.
"(Y/n)~", I cooed but another pain shot through my body, DAMMIT I'm burning this place down!
~~~~~normal pov~~~
(y/n) ran out of the classroom as soon as she saw the man who looked like her brother Lukas, the guy was a pyromaniac!
The girl ran through the halls passing corpses that were mutilated and burned.
She held the knife that she picked up from Ollie close, "I need to get out of here."
(Y/n) felt a tug on her long (h/c) hair and fell to the ground, it was the one who bit her!
"Hej älskling~"
The Scandinavian girl slashed the knife across his hand, making him release the girl.
She then gave the Swede a good Punch in the face before running off.
"Damn she's strong. Just like Magnus.", the Swede groaned as he rubbed his bruising cheek.
The girl kept running when she saw the man from the bookstore, he was looking around the burning building in an indifferent manner.
"Sir! You have to help me!"
The man turned to her, she could see him clearly now, his arms and cheek had scars.
"Sir there are madmen attacking! Please you have to Help!"
The man looked down at her with a stone hard expression before softening to a small loving smile.
"Hej (y/n)."
The girl's eyes widened, this guy was one of the men attacking the school!
The Dane reached for her before being cut by (y/n)'s knife, the wound started to bleed.
"Another scar? You give the best gifts."
The girl ran from the man and was hit by something.
She fell to the ground and saw a Puffin sitting on her back.
The bird had a top hat and a monocle.
"Good job Mr. Puffin!" An Icelandic accent shouted, "you got my blóm!"
The Icelandic male picked up the girl and gave her a hug.
"Ég missti þig litla blóm minn!"
"Slepptu!"
"Nei ef ég gerði þú myndir hlaupa í burtu aftur", the young man replied softly as he buried his face into the crook of (y/n)'s neck.
The girl once again kneed him in his jewels and gave a swift heel to his face.
She did not look back when the male shouted after her:
"Af hverju ertu ekki að elska mig lengur blóm?!"
(Y/n) was beginning to tire from running, she stopped to catch her breath only to have a cloth forced over her face.
"Olen pahoillani rakas"
The last thing that (y/n) saw before she blacked out was a pair of crimson eyes.
Translations:
KJÆRE- dear
Kjærelighet- love
Ég missti þig litla blóm minn- I missed you my little flower
Nei ef ég gerði þú myndir hlaupa í burtu aftur- no, if I did you would run away again
Af hverju ertu ekki að elska mig lengur blóm- why don't you love me anymore flower
Olen pahoillani rakas- I'm sorry darling
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We'll Never Leave you alone (Yandere 2p nordic 5 X reader)
Fanfiction(Y/n) woke up in a hospital without any memories except for her age being eight and her last name being Køhler. I don't own Hetalia. Art belongs to the respective owners.
