Yandere Hetalia Scenarios

{New Zealand/Yan!Reader} Home invasion, Stealing

{Another request! (Thank you ;;;w;;;) Since I wasn't quite sure on New Zealand's pronouns, I just used they/them. I also couldn't find their name??? Anywhere??? So I just avoided using it PuP;;;;;;;;; Nonetheless, Please enjoy!}

13th March 2018
50th Time's The Charm

Your hands skilfully unfastened the lock on the window, experienced after performing the same action time and time again in the past, a familiar activity you regularly partake in.

Breaking into the same house, that is.

One would usually wonder why some would frequent the same place when breaking in, assuming there to be goods there to steal or come back for, though your reason was quite different.

You lifted the frame up so carefully, locking it in place before slipping your body in through, feet planting themselves delicately on the wooden flooring below.

The rush of adrenaline wasn't the same as the first few times you had done this, but it was there all the same, making your heart pound in your chest in excitement.

Your steps were light and cleverly planned, picking just the right floor boards to put your weight on as to not make a sound.

It's troubling how good you are at this.

It didn't take long before you had conquered the first floor, making your way up the stairs with absolute ease, perfect spacing between each of your steps as you eagerly skipped up them.

You could see their room from your spot at the edge of the stairs, a smile gracing your lips as you creeped forward, the signature light of their bedside lamp cascading through the gap from the door and into the darkened hallway.

Fingers wrapped around the handle, twisting and then pushing open with ease, making only the smallest of sounds you were sure your love couldn't hear.

And soon, you were greeted with the angelic picture of them wrapped in colours of fabrics, dreaming away so peacefully, not a care in the world.

Stalking closer, you got to their side, kneeling onto the cold floor and leaning an arm on the soft mattress. A hand came out, cupping their cheek, too gentle to ever be noticed.

A sigh escaped your lips, looking over the face of your lover, admiring their sleeping features. Such a pretty face, such beautiful brown hair with those signature curls of theirs, such gorgeous little breaths they took.

A noise came from them, eyes gently fluttering, stirring themselves awake - panic immediately rushing through your body, your instincts acting in your favour as well as your cunning stealth, helping you scramble up quickly and find a hiding spot.

You could hear them yawning from your position, crouched behind the other side of the bed, tucked away by a bedside table.

There was a shuffling of sheets, and another yawn, as well as a few steps and a confused groan.

"Hm? I... don't remember leaving the door open."

Their voice was groggy and soft, beautiful to your ears, but all out petrifying to hear, sending shocks of fear and nausea through your body.

"Eh... it is a bit cold. Did I leave a window open?"

They stepped out of the room, you could hear them, walking down the hallway and down the stairs.

You took this moment of freedom to continue breathing, almost gasping, clutching your chest.

"That was close..."

You mumbled to yourself, rising to your feet. You'd have to leave, you couldn't stay here much longer. But... you did come here for... that.

Quickly, you get over to their wardrobe, almost throwing it open, scanning over the items before settling your eyes on one thing.

Perfect.

You grab a hold of your item of choice, their lovely red uniform coat, pushing your arms through the sleeves and shuddering in delight.

Their scent felt so good on your skin.

Then you took off for their bedroom window, undoing the latches and pushing it open, slipping out all too easily.

You slid down the roof, catching the gutters with your hands and using them to hold your weight as you dangled off, before dropping to the ground.

You slightly regretted not closing that bedroom window, or the wardrobe, but they would have noticed their missing coat anyway, why not notice an intruder too?

You suppose tonight may have been your last visit to their home, but in the end, you got what you wanted, and they'll probably never know it was you who snuck in.

Taking a sleeve up to your face, you breathed in their familiar scent, sighing in euphoric content.

Maybe you'll visit just one more time.