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

Dark Italy x Reader ~Obscure~

A/N: The results for the Prussia one-shot are in and that will lead to Prussia story having a post WWII setting. Personally I find the topic of the Cold War in general fascinating especially when it comes to East Germany and the Stasi. What are your thoughts on the time period, leave a comment.

Anyway enough of that because Italy is actually todays topic. I tried to give the one-shot a 70s background but I think I failed a bit, I still hope you enjoy the story.

Frustrated by the lack of progress you get back in the car and wipe the sweat of your forehead. Taking off your sunglasses you neatly fold them and then opt to stare out the windscreen at the busy streets with dismay.

Fishing out a criminal mastermind in the midst of a cultural revolution, terrorist groups and other hazards is no easy task but you never expected this. You already have a sun burn from the mercilessly hot summer day, the Italian traffic is bound to drive you insane sometime soon and the dear colleague from the local police force that is supposed to help you on this case is running late.

Sighing you step out of your car again, it is hotter in the vehicle than outside anyway and it wouldn't make for a good first impression if you were to faint from a heat stroke while on duty.

The outrageous fashion of this decade is sported so casually in the streets of Rom, the radical colours at times a pain to your eyes. The latest music hits echo across the streets mixing with the chorus of traffic noise and the spit-fire chatter of the people. You let your gaze wander across the crowded plaza in the slim hope of somehow identifying your contact person. The exasperation only seems to increase by each passing second and it is only temporally quelled when somebody timidly tapes you on the shoulder.

Expectantly turning around you hope to see the person you've wasted your precious time for, waiting idly and smelting in the midday sun. You are disappointed. Instead it is just one of the local youths.

Chestnut hair frames a boyish face, a few curled strands standing off and wide brown eyes shine with the same naïve glint of a five-year old. The man before you is absolutely not the police officer, he appears to be immature and young, more like a newspaper boy or student than anything else. You hold your temper back however and wait for what he has to say, first glances can be deceiving after all.

Buongiorno! Can I help you? You do seem a bit lost", he says in a cheerful manner, hands wildly gesticulating as it is common amongst Italians. For a moment you are a bit perplexed at the openness of the boy but then you calm yourself down, telling yourself that this person doesn't want to scam you and that there is no need to jump to conclusions. This may be an opportunity after all.

"Well thank you. I'm looking for the police headquarters if you could help me."

If nobody is going to pick you up as actually arranged beforehand then you'll have to find them.

The somewhat astounded expression on his slim visage makes you take a step back. Did you just upset some local custom or were you rude in any other way? His next statement quells your fear:

"Oh dear. You are far away from that part of the city signorina."

Promptly he rounds the car and makes himself comfortable in the passenger seat.

"It would be best for you if I drive with you to give directions; wouldn't want you getting hopelessly lost. My name is Feliciano Vargas by the way."

Under other circumstances you would have immediately shoved anyone away you would dare get in your car unrequested but you guess that for once you can turn a blind eye to such behaviour; you can't bear standing around like a fool any longer. So you get in and start the engine, taking different streets and alleyway as Vargas leads you through the labyrinthine city, occasionally falling into small-talk when you stand in front of a traffic light.