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

Dark 2p Canada x Reader /Resistance/

A/N: Here is the story you all have been waiting for; and I have absolutely no excuses. This is more or less a mixture of  people suggesting 2p Canada as the antagonist and the dear reader not being a pure little fairy. Tw: Mentions of poaching & semi-explicit violence. While all the campaigns against this villainy are all good and dandy, they most don't strike a nerve that comes with being trust in such a situation. Writing is not the best, but it is a powerful tool to convoy such things. I've done my best not to make it too explicit but still steel yourself.

Your mood seems to have hit a new low today, you determine lack-lustily as you pace up and down your spartan room glaring at the locked door. It is the sort of expression that would make a child promptly burst into tears but since the current victim of your scathing glare is an inanimate object it doesn't better your predicament in any way.

In a way you don't wilfully realise that making a fuss about it will only worsen your fate. It's no surprise that you have such a mind-set, such an attitude is to be expected since you so freely adopted the egoistical lifestyle illegal trade leads to. Indeed, after being accustomed to having the upper hand in almost all situations it's quite natural to rage and storm rather than admit that you're on the wrong side of the moral play-ground. Leaping back on the path you've been led astray from would mean repenting your sins but how can any high and mighty Lord in the heavens forgive for crimes when money is the only god? Besides, you've become too prideful, too arrogant to even consider such a thing.

Concerning that you can perfectly recall what your captor said on the second day of your confinement in this desolated lodge: "False pride is a deathly sin!"

Well who would ever had thought that a gruff man like him would be as devout as a little choir boy? Fitting his default jaded expression on such an innocent child makes you cringe inwardly; his mother must have detested him for exactly that reason.

The world never fails to surprise you, even after all you've witnessed, but you could well do without all the unpleasant mishaps such as the one you have found yourself in. To you, the quarters are far too small, the bed to hard and the air stale since the window is shut tight and you don't have the key to the bolt covering a large part of the glass. All in all you should have stayed in Africa from the very beginning.

You're filled with wicked thoughts that grow viler by the second as your ire warps you and makes blood pound in your ears. So much so you miss how the lock clicks open and the massive pine door swings on its hinges and only register that you have company when the metal emits a low wind and the floorboard creak.

Not wasting a second you fling yourself at him, mocking an attack when your real aim is to niftily squeeze yourself through the gap between the doorframe and is massive body. However be doesn't so much as flinch to defend himself as you anticipated, instead nonchalantly grasping your collar as if you are an unruly animal. Effortlessly he hauls you back, roughly throwing you to the floor at his feet resulting in you having throbbing elbows and knees.

James studies you, his arms crossed over his chest and his lips twisted in a grimace that indicates the disgust he holds for your 'job'. "Nice try there, certainly better than the last time, but don't think you can simply run away. Not on my watch, you retard!", he reprimands, speaking in the same monotone voice with which he announced your arrest.

Scowling you straighten yourself, sitting on your hunches before slowly raising. In a show of haughtiness you jut your chin out as you stare into his dark blue eyes that resemble cold artic waters. They do seem as unforgiving and it suits him well with his sharply cut features, the shaggy blonde hair that's tied back and the stubble on his cheeks and jawline that along with the dark rings under his eyes grants him an intimidating appearance. Such a pity that he looks as inhuman, in a weird way it comes close to how you always pictured Frankenstein's monster, even the scars that decorate his body can be imagined as a parody of stiches. Not that you would be more sympathetic if he more human; it's just not your style.