Yandere Hetalia Scenarios

{Male/Reader} Photograpy, Vomiting.

{I got requested for a non specific Male Character/Reader with vomiting, so here you are!}

28th February 2018
A Million Polaroid's With All The Dates Penned In Red Ink

You felt sick to your stomach, staring at the photos in your grip, hands and legs trembling as you barely stood.

You felt bile rising up from your throat and you hunched over, having collapsed to the floor a while ago, hand coming up to cover your mouth as your body shook.

Tears streamed down your hot cheeks and hit the floor along with the drool dribbling through your fingers as you tried to hold back from vomiting.

Thoughts overtook your mind as you were trying to sob into your own hand without the danger of spilling your stomachs contents, the photos bringing back memories you never thought you'd relive.

He had been photographing you for so long without your knowledge, dozens of pictures lined his walls and covered his desk. Each had a date and a small description, written in blood red ink that smelt of harsh chemicals that burned your nostrils.

Nearly every moment of your day to day life he had captured on film, displaying them proudly to gawk at for his own pleasure.

You couldn't hold it anymore, and found yourself throwing up onto his carpet, staining the bunches of threads below from cream to bile.

You coughed and spluttered and choked on your own saliva as you gasped for air, cut through every now and then with dry heaving, your stomach already empty.

When you heard a creaking your stomach flipped, and the panic caused you to turn silent - you could hear him.

Without thinking you scrambled up onto your weak legs, grasping onto his nearby desk, barely breathing as you grabbed a hand full of as many photos as you could - tearing them off of walls and out of scrapbooks and picture frames.

You tore as many as you could, small whimpers and cries turned to flat out sobbing as you crumpled the last few pictures you could and threw them away from you, far too disgusted to even look at them, even when they were wrecked.

The door creaked open, light cascading into the darker room, falling on your quivering form leaning against the back wall, crying into your knees.

"Oh my, what a mess you've made."

He spoke, voice tauntingly smooth like velvet ribbons, wrapping around your throat and tying you down.

"It's such a shame you tore those truly lovely photos,"

You could hear the smirk in his voice.

"but now that you're here, in my studio,"

He drew closer.

"I can easily replace them."