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

Dark Finland x Reader |Thin Ice|

A/N: So, to wrap up the Nordics – Finland.

Snow crunched beneath the pair of worn and oversized boots you were wearing as you trekked through the vast stetches of forest and plain. They went as far as the eye could see and far beyond that as well. The mere concept of that was dizzying, so you banished that out of your mind. You had other, far more urgent problems and you couldn't afford to demotivate yourself further.

The conditions leeched energy from you, as though Mother Nature were parasitic at her core and it was cold. The dreadful chill nipped at you like a starved carnivore and the heavy snowfall smothered the world in a haze of white. It suffocated every sound aside the noises of your footsteps and shaky breaths.

At least it was filling up the knee-deep tracks you were leaving – you just had enough of a time handicap that Timo would be deterred from following you. Because he could be a flighty, little creature with his changes of fancy. That he had acted on the impulse to spirit you away from him only proved that. You also hoped that he was skittish enough to cease pursuing you, if you managed to evade him for long enough.

For your sake, your reckless actions had to be enough. Because of course you had schemed how to successfully escape the cabin, but you hadn't considered of how to escape the wilderness. Yet, as of now you couldn't do anymore to divert the madman.

Through, a sleazy voice ghosting around your thoughts suspected that it might not be enough, and it pointed to your current predicament of a hideous indicator.

The perspiration on your neck and brow had frozen to hair-thin sheets of ice, that cracked and fused back together again in a stead pattern. You swore that your wet trouser legs and stocking have become solid and stiff and that your lips were blue from the cold. Your fingertips as well, that were tucked in scratchy, woollen gloves and your toes that were slipping around in the oversized footwear.

Limbs frigid from the unforgiving land with its terrible weather, you weren't sure if you'd survive to see the next sunrise. It was a daunting prospect, something that made the fear of death more tangible. As if you were a plump chicken that was cornered in a hen house, staring the fox in the eye that was just seconds away from tearing through your windpipe.

Briefly, for merrily a few precious moments, you entertained the notion of giving up your endeavour and retracing your steps back to your prison. Sure, he would chide you and lecture you and do everything else he deemed necessary to teach you a lesson. His frostbite rage covered by the barest sheen on sunshine warmth would be worth enduring.

The comforts, the security you could have in return for giving up your freedom was enticing. The thought of a warm fire blazing at your feet in a hearth was alluring. The idea of a mug of hot chocolate, spiced with cinnamon, at hand made you salivate.

Then, with the swiftness of a lightning bolt you snapped out of your daze and shoved those whims to the recesses of your mind. They were just distractions.

At this vital moment you couldn't allow yourself to falter – because that would be death, whether it be of the soul or the body or of both. You couldn't allow yourself to forget that all those syrup-glazed words had been spoken by a razor-sharp tongue with an even sharper mind hiding behind those gentle lilac eyes.

Just because the wolverine would roll on its back in an invitation for you to scratch its belly didn't mean it wouldn't bit you if you so much as twitched the wrong way. It had been a prevalent theme during your unwilling stay. The man could be gentle and in the next moment he could be unspeakably cruel.

It was better to freeze to death here in the wilderness than to be in his clutches again.

The optimistic part of you persisted that you wouldn't die and somehow prevail despite the odds that weren't staked in your favour. It convinced you that you would somehow find wood dry enough to start a campfire with. That the rations in your threadbare knapsack would be enough to sustain you until you got more. That you would find civilization and all the comforts that came with sane people.