Matricaria (Yandere!Britain x Reader) Countryhumans

Chapter 1 "Spider in the Mind"

The door to the house was pushed open with some extra force. The owner of the home in a tense state as he took off his expensive coat and placed it on a tall, mahogany rack. Though the man had driven, he looked as if he had just ran a couple kilometers. His head looked up, seeing the same old living room the front door led to. A lovely leather couch, an old TV set covered by a lacy fabric, and a glass coffee table with coasters and a vintage radio atop of it. The man, the one and only Great Britain, walked over to the couch and sat down. He turned a nob on the radio, which sounded to life with a crackling noise. He rubbed his hands over his face, but even the feeling of his smooth, silk gloves couldn't calm him one bit.

Something was clearly bothering Britain.

Why would it though? He had just got Brexit done. No one thought he would pull it off, but he did. For that alone, he should be in a good mood. But that victory didn't ease him. Someone was on his mind, and he couldn't get it out. The images of her acted like a disease, infecting every crevasse in his mind. This someone, she's so pretty, cute, smart, and her name? Oh yes, her name is (Y/N).

God, even the name alone started to sound intoxicating to him. If he had a daughter, he would name her that. For sure, he has a crush on this maiden; one would be insane to think otherwise. He had infatuations with other women as well, even marrying one who is now his ex. However, even after his many centuries of living, no one was as perfect as (Y/N).

'What if she already has a boyfriend? Someone like her may already be taken!'

'She's probably not even interested anyways.'

'She may not want to be in a relationship with a country, she'd rather go with another human!'

Damn it, there his mind went again, pestering him with those doubtful words. Whenever this happened, he always tries to calm his mental storm by reassuring himself with some positive affirmations.

'Why wouldn't she not like you too? "Great" is in your name for a reason!'

'Everyone sees you as a gentleman, and anyone attracted to men would fawn over you!'

'You ruled a third of the world at one point, and people would shudder at your name. What can't you do?'

He still didn't feel better, he was still in his tensed mood. The calming piano music mixed with some crackling sounds from the radio didn't help either. On the contrary, its noise only bothered him more. He leaned over and turned the nob on the radio to turn it off, almost enough to accidentally yank it out. "Chamomile," the word slipping from his mouth. Yes, that was just what he needed: a nice cup of chamomile tea. A perfect drink for relieving stress.

He stood up from his couch and took off to the kitchen. He took his old kettle out from a cabinet, filled it with water, and set it upon his lit stove. After that, he gathered a small tea cup, a coaster, and a tea bag. Once that was prepared, he was now left to wait for the water to come to a boil. In the meantime, he started pacing around his kitchen, taking his top hat off as well and squeezing the hem as if it were a stress toy.

His mind has started to calm, but of course, that same woman just wouldn't leave it. When Britain pictured the girl in his head, strangely enough, it was soothing. Her image was more soothing than the tea he would soon be drinking. He thought back to the day they first met. Was it by chance they met, or did the stars or whatever higher being arrange for it? Whatever the case may be, he has never felt luckier.

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He met her about a month ago at the small café he was a frequent customer to. As he was just finished sipping away at his black tea, it started to pour outside. The rain was falling harder every minute it seemed. It was no concern for ol' Brit though, he always kept up with the forecast and had his trusty umbrella by his side. However, just before he exited, he spotted a worried looking woman staring out the window. His instincts kicked in; he couldn't just leave without seeing what the matter is. He approached the woman from behind, taking notice of her soft, (H/C) hair, which he couldn't help but find alluring.