Yandere Hetalia Scenarios

{England/Reader/France} Potion, Drugging, Big Joke Chapter

{Me, not learning my lines for an exam I have in literally 10 hours? MORE LIKELY THAN YOU THINK
Enjoy this I guess, it took way too long and is... an experience. I personally don't like it but found it amusingly bad so hnng enjoy???

9th June 2018
01:22 01:53
Love potion

A love potion, that's all it would take, the simple recipe packaged perfectly in a pristinely decorated and assorted bottle with your name on it. A small sip from your lips and a taste from your tongue and you'd be all his, like putty in his hands to mold and do however he pleases with.

He had been cheerful that morning, with the dinky, bow tied bottle sitting in his messenger bag, awaiting your warm touch on its cold glass as you took in a drink.

Arthur had spent a surprisingly long time concocting the thing, it taking a few months in preparation - way too long if you ask him - before it could be served and used properly to have the best affect.

Part of him regrets starting it the day after he met you, if he started it the very moment he laid his eyes on you, he could have had you in his arms just yesterday.

How unappealing this fate was, he hopes his other self who got to work sooner is happy, and that you're even happier. Of course you would be, that spell in a bottle would have lulled all your senses into loving overdrive, there wouldn't be a moment with him that you'd be upset, far too infatuated with his every move.

He can imagine it now, every time he walks past you, you get weak in the knees, can't resist a sweet kiss to his skin, one that's full of adoration but with a lingering lust for more. A shiver runs down Arthur's spine and he has to hold himself back momentarily, taking in a few breaths before straightening himself out.

You. He must think of you. As he walks into the room and approaches where you're sitting, stifling a cute yawn before you spot him making his way over, a signature smile upon your delectable lips, he thinks about how he can't wait to have a taste of those.

He doesn't care for greetings much, trying to keep up his reputation as a tsundere as he picks out and sets down the bottle on the surface in front of you, sliding it forwards with two of his fingers.

"It's not much so don't think anything of it, but I made you something.."

He says, with a hint of interest in his tone, just to keep you strung along in his pretty little game of lies and hidden love.

"Oh, thank you Arthur!" You say gratefully, lifting the bottle and looking over the label, a curious look turning cheerful as you laughed a little at the name given to it.

"Wh-What are you laughing at, git!?"

"Aha, nothing, I promise. It's just the label,"

"-It's really cute."

Another voice interrupted, a figure strutting up with a seductive sway in their hips, a hand on their waist and another going to set itself on your shoulder. YOUR, shoulder.

Who does this wanker think they are!?

Arthur stares at them with immediate hatred, a burning fire inside his chest, flames tickling his ribs and shooting up his spine and throat, before they get caught as he realises.

"Francy!? What the bloody hell do you think you're doing, me and -"

"What? Can a boyfriend not be curious as to what their lover is doing?"

Lover...? Lover? LOVER?

That's when the heartbroken expression hit Arthur's face, and he turned to you with bloodshot, wide eyes, the pupils shrunk in horror as he locks on to you.

There you were, sat fawning over the small touch Francis had given you, staring up only at him with the most beautiful expression of adoration on your face.

He could see past those irises of colour in your eyes, he could see deep down the pink layers to them. The layers of a love potion.

Francis had... he had... stolen you... and you weren't...

"Anyway, as I was saying,"

You continued, with a sickeningly sweet smile on your face.

"Before I was so rudely interrupted by my bonnefoy~"

He gives a faux gasp and you giggle. You giggle. At HIM. With love in your eyes Arthur had only dreamed of, only saw in his deepest thoughts and most pleasant fantasies at night.

He could only dread what you were about to say.

"As much as I appreciate the gift, Francis has already given me some of these."

It was true... he had.

"I'm sorry to tell you Artie, but maybe you could give this to someone else? Thank you for the thought though, it's really sweet!"

He stumbled. And stuttered. And barely managed to form a sentence, only giving a nod as he picked up his bottle and walked away to a seat, far, far from you and Francis.

He sat down with heavy defeat, eyes not focusing on anything, staring out into the distance as his bloodshot, wide eyes brimmed with tears.

If only he had been a day sooner, he thinks, if only he had been a day sooner.