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

Dark Luxemburg x Reader ~Golden Cage~

(A/N): Victorian AU

Life is strange in its ways. At times, it would catapult a person to the top of the world only to let them fall to the very bottom. Those with hearts of gold would perish first; pretty flowers that would be plucked first while those who spread pain and suffering would overgrow the garden of life like weeds.

Your whole life you've wondered where you stand in this garden. Now you have enough time to ponder about that thing, at least when he isn't playing one of his games with you. It's more or less that you're forbidden to do the things you crave, things you'll never be able to do again and one of the few things you can do now is wallow in your thoughts.

You can't pinpoint the exact day things started to take their course, but maybe that of one significant event, the one occurrence that caused the dam to break. The day that letter found its way to your old home.

Manoeuvring around to avoid bumping into anyone, you weasel your way through the crowd that clogs up the market. Skimming the side, you throw a glance at the items on sale. Food and objects you'll never own due to where you stand in society.

Slightly lost in daydreams of a better life you shuffle over to one of the stands and exchange a few coins for bread and other groceries and then stow them away in the basket that you're carrying by your side before wandering further down the cobbled street.

Being born in a rather poor family, you've had to abstain from many things your whole life long. Your father works in the mines and your mother earns a little money as a washerwoman, the sparse earning that they get are usually immediately spent to install the six-headed family with just the things necessary. Still, there are nights when you have to go to bed without dinner, your stomach grumbling as you sway yourself to sleep. The clothes you wear have been passed down, worn and faded from years of sunlight and work. Even through life is harsh and you have to endure many hardships, there are moments that let you forget the woes of poverty; those precious instants when you would just spend time with your friends or run out of the city and into the open fields.

Still lost in the sweet bliss of your fantasies, you barely register a voice calling you, repeating it over and over again. "(Y/n)", it shouts the voice penetrating your thoughts. Glancing around in confusion you see nobody that can come in question. "(Y/n)", you hear from above and direct your gaze upwards; a mistake at first, since the blazing midday sun temporally blinds you.

After a few moments, your eyes adjust to the light and you squint your eyes as you look at the man leaning out of a window. Dishevelled brown hair overshadows a pair of dark blue eyes and an amused grin stretches across the face of Lynn Thorn.

"Excuse me if you please but it's high time you get your head out of the clouds", he mocks you, his grin growing wider when sees he has hit a nerve, you rolling your eyes at him for it.

"It's nice to see you too", you remark sarcastically.

He just chuckles softly at your words and shakes his head in amusement. This is how most conversations between the two of you proceed, with a lot of teasing and playful jabs. Smirking knowingly at your childhood friend you join in his laughter. Just as he's about to open his mouth to say something, probably just another joke on your behalf when a loud hammering from the other side of the street interrupts the moment.

Turning around your eyes fall upon the person in question, a figure sticking out of the crowd with his servant uniform nailing a sign to a wall. Once you move on you have a clear view of what it says for a minute before your view is blocked, the bold black letters making your heart sink. "Taxes Rise!"