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

Dark 2p Russia x Reader |Diplomat|

A/N: This will be the last update for a while because I'll be unable to write lengthy texts for about three weeks; I'll still reply to your comments however. Requested by @WolvezRulez0304

And here by I tag fallen__soldier  or else a grisly fate will befall me.

Papers rustle as the meeting comes to an end and low, uneasy murmuring can be heard everywhere in the room, everybody wanting to leave as soon as possible. The air is thick with tension, so much so that it is suffocating. Different parties throw each other dirty glares, the disapproval and hatred radiating from them filling the room like toxic gas.

Trying your best not to betray nervousness you quickly slide your papers in your briefcase in an attempt to make a graceful impression. Sandwiching the case between your arm and waist you allow your other hand to fiddle with the hem of your blazer just so that your hands are not empty and in a way preoccupied. That way you can keep the fear at bay.

Your nerves are already raw. Negotiations with Russia have already turned rotten before they could get really serious. It is only day one and it already seems as if quite few of the government officials and diplomats, native as well as foreign, would like to go at each other's throats.

You can't blame them however; many arrived here in the nation with prejudices and a hefty load of warnings and mistruths from their local governments. That only worsened the conditions you are working in and causes a general mistrust to spread amongst those attending the irksome meetings.

It wasn't as if you weren't free of bias considering your hosts; as so many here you had been repeatedly cautioned by your government to handle any situation concerning Russia with delicacy. All of this had installed a certain fear regarding the country and it's ways of life.

That is why you also grow completely rigid when one of the Russian officers approaches you. Whether or not he notices your discomfort you not know, if he does he probably just ignores it and gets straight to the point, inclining his head curtly in a formal greeting.

"We whole-heartily apologize for the complications presented from the point of your arrival to the present moment. In order to make up for the inconvenience and also introduce to our culture we would propose to accommodate you with one of our ambassadors."

The proposal is artfully formulated and the person has a thick accent rolling with every syllable but still speaks your native language fluently. You know that the offering is not one of explicit generosity but one out of convince.

As young as you are you don't have as much experience as some of the other figures at the table today but nevertheless you are familiar enough with the political game to know that being in the good books of somebody who has favourable assets has its advantages. It appears that is what your host is piloting to: looking for potential allies and winning them over.

Recognizing the advantages such an agreement would also bring you, you consent the offer, against all better judgment, against all the warnings and stories about the eccentric nation you were raised upon. If knew then what was going to happen you would have never approved of the deal.

The man snaps his head to look over his shoulder and tersely barks: "Victor!"

Out of the shadows emerges a towering giant. Oddly, you didn't notice him during the entirety of the meeting and thus his appearance has an even greater impact on you.

The clothes he is wearing as well as his hair are various shades of black, as dark as the shadows he has seemed to materialised from with the exception being the red lining of his long coat and the red scarf warped neatly around his neck. His eyes are of an intense amber shade that borders onto crimson, that lets his irises seem to be alight with fire and lends him an intimidating aura with a somewhat fiery note.