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

Dark England x Reader |Revealed|

A/n: Sorry for the long wait but this can make up for all the time.

Rain pours down on the streets of London in the early morning hours as you briskly march to the underground station, a black umbrella high over your head. Cars dive by behind you as you enter the shabby station in the outskirts of the city, quickly brushing past a few people and hopping on the train. Even though the carriage is almost empty you take a seat near the door and close your eyes while the vehicle starts moving, winding through the underground tunnels like a giant serpent.

Relaxing for the first time since weeks you lean back with a sigh

Masquerading for days on end has put you slightly on edge. At first, you thought the prospect of working in another country alluring but only a few weeks on the task and your spirit has been dampened.

A robotic voice announces one station after the other and when the name of your destination comes out of the loudspeakers you drag yourself to the door. You take the all too familiar route, climbing up the stairs and going into the downpour, the weather matching your gloomy mood.

The streets gradually begin to fill with more people as you walk onwards, never slowing your pace until a huge modern building comes into view.

Passing through the sliding doors you whip out your ID card, showing it to the security guard who just waves you past after a quick glance.

The whole building is eerily silent like it always is around 6 o'clock in the morning, the only sound the one of footsteps as a few people silently go about their business. You yourself stalk down an isolated corridor and unlock the door.

It is only a crack open when faint sweet fumes hit your nose making you groan inwardly. Nonetheless, you compose yourself, switching your annoyed features for a tired expression. A soft push makes the door quietly swing in its hinges to reveal a bouquet of flowers on your desk.

The lilies and blood red roses are so disgustingly perfect at first glance like the man who left them there for you. Sitting down at your desk you push the flowers aside but you can see still see the white and scarlet petals out of the corner of your eyes. Their intense perfume numbs your mind and weaving images of him in your thoughts.

Frustration wells up as you are reminded of the seemingly flawless man. Sure he had a few bad habits like a tendency to swear or be rather cynical but you need something that you can use against him. You need to know his weaknesses. Something that he is embarrassed about, something that would make his strength waver. Not that it is in your nature to wish harm to befall a person but he is the enemy and that is a whole different matter.

You had been sent to the United Kingdom with a few others to gather information about the leading people of the country amongst other things. It had turned out that you had been assigned to General Arthur Kirkland.

From the start, you had known that this job would be rather difficult but that fact had only made your determination grow. Yet the task at hand had already begun to wreak your nerves.

Sure you had managed to get close to him; it had taken a lot of sweet talking to break through his rejecting and cold exterior. But no matter how hard you search you can't find a hole in the castle wall. It is as if he has lived for centuries and has used the time to hone his skills and correct and hide his faults. To make matters worse it seems that he has developed a genuine interest for you. He follows you around like a lost puppy and smothers you with attention to the point that it's suffocating.

By "coincidence" he'd run into you in the middle of London or give you a bouquet of flowers every other day. It has gone so far that you've begun purposely avoiding him. You had changed your routine, started going to work earlier and other little things.