Yandere Hetalia Scenarios

{2PEngland/Reader} Drugging, Possession, Cupcakes

19th February 2018
Coincidence.

He delighted in watching you eating, your face of euphoria after every bite, licking your lips and the tips of your fingers to scavenge any sugary remains.

You loved Oliver's cooking, couldn't get enough of his cookies, drooled at the smell of his brownies and would absolutely die for an iced cupcake.

It wasn't unusual of him to ask for you to taste test some of his latest bakes, so naturally you hadn't suspected anything, even as you cleaned the remains of the treat off your fingers.

He was so happy that you ate all of it. You always did. Not a single thing of his did you have distaste for.

Hmm? Coincidence? No. Of course not.

He knew every one of your favourites, all the flavours, sweet sour or spicy, that made you go crazy.

Every single dish of his you ate was perfectly made from scratch, crafted by his own two hands for your enjoyment.

Every ingredient expertly chosen by himself to insure you fell in love at the first bite.

Even now, with that cupcake you had just ate, he had worked on for hours. The perfect balance of flavours to completely hide the taste of the melatonin pills he slipped inside.

In thirty minutes or so you would be fast asleep, and he would be admiring your peaceful face, many memories of him sneaking into your bedroom to watch you coming back, knowing none would compare to this.

After finishing the cupcake, you smiled brightly and told Oliver that you loved it! He returned your smile, though sweeter, a soft sigh on lips. Of course you did. You always did. He tried to ignore the fact that he had gone out of his way to make sure you 100% would have loved it anyway, and tried to think it was just a coincidence.

A coincidence? Hmm. Doesn't sound right.

He had thanked you for trying out his newest recipe, asking if you'd like to go watch something with him while another batch was in the oven.

You agreed, saying it would be a lovely idea. Ah, he was so glad. He had made an extra batter to bake while you were here, giving him an excuse for you to spend your last minutes of freedom with him before you eventually passed out.

It didn't take too long, a small cuddle on his couch under a baby pink blanket, barely an episode of whatever it was on the tv (he wasn't paying attention) and you had gone.

He had watched you every minute of the way, never once shifting his gaze from you. A truly beautiful sight to see, his yin slipping and succumbing to sleep right next to him, so close he could feel your breathing beginning to slow as your vision faded and eye lids began to close.

He had waited an extra few minutes to make sure you were out before he got up. Gently he wrapped you up in the blanket, like a child, and lifted you up off of the seat.

Ever so carefully he walked with you in his arms to a guest room in his home. The door was already open, him having planned in advance.

He laid you so gently down on a double bed in the corner of the room. The sheets of the bed were soft, your favourite colour, pillows plumped up and ready for your pretty little head to lay and dream on.

The walls were a soft, pastel colour, one of your favourites too. Intricate patterns and designs in a secondary white coated them, like henna.

There was a desk, bookcase, drawers and wardrobe in the room, complete with things he knew you loved. Small ornaments and decorations, things for your amusement and pleasure were all there. Everything you loved. He truly went all out for this room.

Coincidence? I think not.

He had planned everything in detail. Spent months preparing the room. He had to have specialists come and sound proof the walls and windows, but it was all worth it.

You, were worth it.

But, that's all in the past now. The present, was much more sweet. You breathing so gently, away in the worlds of your dreams, completely unaware of Oliver's intentions. Perfect.

After a good while of watching you, he decided it was time to leave. You'd be asleep for quite a while, maybe a whole day if he was lucky. His steps were careful and light, closing your door behind him with the smallest of clicks, not bothering to lock it just yet.

He checked his watch. Ah. His timing was superb as always.

The new batch of cupcakes would be done any minute now.

He's sure you'll enjoy these ones just as much as the last.

Coincidence? Never.