The Monsters in us all ( Dark!/Yandere! Hetalia x Reader )

Dark America x Reader ~ Masquerade ~

A/n: Warning:  Torture and Manipulation. Don't like don't read. The story is based on the events of the 'Red Scare'.

Washington D.C, 19. October 1962

Not the perfect place and time to be, considering your true nature. Still you take the risk, hiding behind a pretty mask. You know what is at risk, what will happen if they find out that you're a Communist, the scourge of the planet, as the Americans so lovingly portray them. And yet you are here in their midst's, in the lion's den. To be honest, you yourself are surprised that they've bought into your act so far, an act that has so far allowed you to infiltrate the infamous power house of the USA.

Ever since you can remember, you've harboured a deep hatred for the Capitalists, for all what they stand for, the greed and ruthlessness they display and the way they manipulate people for their selfish desires. Some would argue that are not any better. There may be blood on the hands of your comrades, but it's all for the greater good and besides, the end justifies the means.

This motivation is what brought you so far, brought you take up the challenge of spying in the White House. Sure you did a good job, but there are times when you have to choke back your anger and frustration, lest it gives you away; especially when it comes to Alfred Jones. The pure idiocy of the man drives you up the wall at times and your resentment for him has only doubled since you found out about his true nature, the embodiment of a superpower. How can it be that someone that displays such stupidity has lasted so long in this world let alone come about on the top? Does your fury stem from utter jealousy, jealousy of a person who seems be incompetent and still has been successful in life, or is it become that deep down you suspect that something is amiss and that you're overlooking something vital.

You shake the though off. It's autumn and the discolouration of the leaves paints the city in a blaze of vivid red, yellow and orange tones. A soft breeze sweeps through the street, not to warm and also not to cold; in short, the perfect weather to just sit outside a Café and enjoy a drink, which is exactly what you're doing now. You let your troubled be blown away, like leaves scattered in the wind, and just savour the peace of the moment.

Yet the tranquillity you've lost yourself in is suddenly and violently disturbed by the scratching of a metal chair over the flagstones. Annoyed you whip your head around to see who the nuisance is only to come face to face with the person you loath the most, Alfred Jones.

The latter is sporting a large grin as he stares at you with expectation, before leaning back and crossing his legs.

"Was just wondering where you went. You sure were fast to disappear", he comments, his New York accent as prominent as always.

Very nearly you roll your eyes at his words. To you, the answer is clear as day. Of course you wouldn't spend more time than necessary with the haughty scum that tended to crowd the hallways after work.

"Just want to enjoy the good weather while it lasts", you chirp cheerfully to disguise your discomfort for the situation.

In response he laughs softly, a quiet, airy tone that doesn't fit the childish persona you know. Something about it makes you tense, ready to run at moment's notice.

If he notices your brief instant of uncertainty, the slight fear flashing across your face for not even a millisecond, then he doesn't show it. Tilting his head slightly to the side, his glasses reflect the light of the autumn sun, giving him a sinister appearance.

"And I just want to give you some company. You do seem lonely at times. Speaking of that, where is your family?" he chimes.

Forcefully you pull your lips to a smile to veil your unease that stems from his questions, the obvious acquirements meant to invade your privacy.