Monster [Hetalia x Insane!Reader]

Reality

The doctors released you only a few hours after Alfred had found you in the bathroom, passed out, your eyes still open with a fear-ridden expression. They explained that it may have been caused by lack of sleep - you did indeed have insomnia - and assured you that it was unlikely that it would occur again. The problem was, you could not recall what happened just before your consciousness gave way. No matter how many times the nurses slammed the question in your face, you couldn't find a way to scrape it out of your blackened memory. The mere thought of trying to remember gave you a straining headache.

The next morning was a Friday. Nobody was running up to you and randomly interrogating you about the events of the previous night, so you assumed that it had gone unheard of. However, by the time you got to your locker, you opposed that thought.

"It happened at the McDonalds a couple blocks away from here. You know that one, right?"

"....And she, like, just passed out! It must've been totally traumatizing!"

"You don't think that [name] has epilepsy, do you?"

Those little snippets of conversation said it all. Someone, likely Alfred, had told someone else and the rumor had sprung up from there. You grit your teeth. Alfred may have been something of a brother to you, but he had a tendency to be flighty amd couldn't keep a secret very easily. As you peered into the flower-bordered mirror in your locker and scanned the faces behind you, searching for that American idiot's - pun slightly intended - face. However, he never came to show in the array of gossipy passersby. You furrowed your brow.

When I find that son of a bitch, I'm going to kick his ass to the next dimension, you thought.

Speaking of brows, you spotting someone's peering eyes gazing at you from behind. You turned to see no other than the handsome British exchange student Arthur Kirkland. His bushy eyebrows were slanted outwards, in a state of sympathy and the slightest brush of regret. His reflection slowly became larger, and eventually you had to turn around.

"[n-name], dear..." his emerald eyes grew wide and you couldn't help but think that he looked like a hurt puppy.

"H-hi, Arthur...." you clutched your wrist nervously.

"So, umm..." he started on something, but didn't seem to be able to complete his sentence.

You bowed your head down a bit, allowing your bangs to curtain your eyes. "I know what you're thinking, Arthur. I can't remember much, and I'd prefer to be alone right now."

Arthur's eyebrows moved up in surprise. "W-well..." he turned away, his head tucked down. "...if you ever want to talk..."

"No." at that word, you slammed your locker shut, and strode through the doorway of the homeroom just in time for the attendance bell.

After attendance, you remained in the room while the rest of the school lollygagged on to their classes. Your first period Language Arts class was in your homeroom. You saw your teacher, Miss Krisp, walk past your desk and deal down a poetry analysis worksheet. You didn't like or hate poetry, it really depending on what kind of poem it was and how well it could be understood. Pulling the sheet close to your face, you closely examined the poem.

As mad as those mannequins are to please me

the one I've got my eye on is you

I admire who you are

and everything you do

However a fear exists inside me

go away it will not

If I dare kiss those fragile lips

will you cease to exist?

You were just about to flip the paper over and answer the analysis questions when you noticed something. There were some words scrawled onto the top of your desk in blue ink. At first you dismissed as graffiti from some delinquents, but upon bothering to read the words, it became clear that it wasn't that at all...

ReaD thE LaST wOrd oF EvErY SeCoND LiNe..

Not taking much time to think about it, you followed its command.

You.

Do.

Not.

Exist.