As the title says, it's about Hetalia and you, as a male reader. If you're a male, that's great, if you aren't a male, that's also great because then you can make your own OC. Without further ado, I hope you enjoy! (Requests are welcome) *Image cred...
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For OhNoItsEnbyNika
"Ay, baby, you're looking fine today."
"You mean, I don't look good everyday, darling?"
"Of course, you do. You look so good that I can't wait to dirty you."
"My, aren't you as sweet as poison."
"Wait, wha- Hurk!"
Oliver thrust his knife into the creep's stomach. His latest victim fell to the floor dead. Oliver quickly made himself and the bathroom a mess before running out the door to get the manager of the restaurant. He made sure he was panting to make it seem as though he was struggling.
"A man, in the bathroom, tried forcing himself onto me, and I-I didn't know what to do, so I panicked, and now h-he's dead. I was so scared."
"Are you okay? Marcus, call the police."
"I'm okay, just a little spooked."
"It's alright, just wait right here."
The manager showed Oliver to a booth.
"Would you like a cup of coffee? Tea?"
"You don't need to do that for me, darling."
"I insist. Is tea okay?"
Oliver nodded shyly, he needed to keep this act up. After a little while, the police showed up and questioned Oliver.
"How did this happen?"
"I was washing my hands in the bathroom, and this man came in and pushed me onto the counter. I'm not very strong, so I couldn't push him off, but I did manage to get away. I was nearly to the door when he grabbed me again. He grabbed at my waist. I'm sorry."
Oliver pretended to wipe a tear from his eye.
"It's alright, we're just glad you're safe. Were you carrying a blade with you when you entered the bathroom?"
"Uh, yes. My grandmother always told me to have a knife near me if something like this were to happen, Officer. Pardon me, but what is your name?"
"(Y/N) (L/N), and yours is?"
"Oliver Kirkland. Thank you."
"Just doing my job."
Oliver smiled a little and played with the cup of tea in front of him. (Y/N) walked up to the manager and asked him a few questions. Once he was satisfied, he ordered a cup of coffee and went to sit across from Oliver.
"So, Oliver, has anything like this happened to you before?"
"Yes and no. It has happened before but not as big as this. Am I a murderer?"
"No, you were merely acting in self defense, you were fearing for your life. Y'know, I think, you're actually pretty brave for fighting till the end."
