Matricaria (Yandere!Britain x Reader) Countryhumans

Chapter 2 "Bitter"

The weekends, a perfect time to sleep in and do absolutely nothing all day. Or that would be the case, if (Y/N) wasn't awoken by her phone ringing. "God dammit, what now?" she spoke as she sat up from her slumber. She looked at her nightstand to see her phone had lit up to see the caller. It was America. She answered the call and spoke with a tired voice, "hello." "Hey (Y/N)!" America's excited voiced screeched from the phone, hurting her ears. "You gotta come over to this lake I found, me and Russia are going fishing!" Fishing? America hates fishing, and (Y/N) knew that well. "Don't you hate fishing, Ame?" "Not if you fish in the way me and Russia are doing it. We've been throwing old bombs we had lying around in the water, and next thing we know, we have dinner rising from the waters."

(Y/N) knew for a fact that Russia and America were both lunatics that have an unhealthy relationship with explosives, but this intrigued her. "Alright, I guess I'll come after you send me the location of the lake." "Cool! Are you going to bring your boyfriend, too?" America asked in a slightly mocking tone of voice. This made her more fully awake as she replied puzzled, "I don't have a boyfriend, what are you talking about?" After she had asked, she heard some noise from their side before hearing the voice of Russia, with his deep accent. "New Zealand told us you were dating UK!"

"He told everyone that?!" She was agitated about this; she had just woken up, and already there's drama about a false boyfriend rumor. "He says he calls you 'dear' and 'love' all the time, and we started to believe him when we saw it ourselves." "I thought every woman he knew was called that!" "Oh heck no, he only says it to people he is in a relationship with." She was quite dumbfounded and didn't know what to think, Britain may be a handsome one, but he wasn't the type for her. "So, you're not going to be my new mom?" The American voice was back on the phone asking. "No, I'm not won't ever be. Just tell me where the lake is so I can go, okay?" "Are you sure you're not into my da- Ow!" (Y/N) could tell that America had gotten slapped. "Закрой рот, Америка! Она не хочет!" Russia scolded him.

("Shut up, America! She doesn't want to!")

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"Fire in the hole!" one yelled as they all ducked behind a large tree, heads sticking out to see while covering their ears. A large boom echoed through the air; water from the explosion was sent flying in all directions. The trio each walked closer to the lake to see the result of their little carnage, and watched as dead fish started floating up from the disturbed water. Russia then walked into the lake, wading his way towards the fish. "Get the bucket! We're going to solve world hunger with this load!" Both America and (Y/N) lifted the already heavy bucket of fish close to the lake. Russia then chucked the fish inside from a distance with impressive accuracy.

As Russia returned to the land, America couldn't help but ask, "what the hell are we going to do with all these? This is definitely too much for just us three." Russia hummed to the question, also realising the same thing. An imaginary lightbulb appeared over (Y/N)'s head, "why don't we all invite everyone for a fish dinner party?" Russia looked over at her, "Да, это правда. Хорошая идея." She couldn't tell what he said, but he seemed to agree as far as she knew. "What's all this noise for? You're irritating my hangover," a voice was heard speaking in annoyance. It had a similar accent to Britain's, but one could tell it was someone else.

("Yeah, that's right. Good idea.")

They watched as a hungover, tri-colored country appeared. The flag and his hat with a four-leaf shamrock pin made it clear that they had annoyed Britain's drunkard brother, Ireland. "Sorry, Ireland," (Y/N) apologized, "we're done with our fishing anyways, so we'll stop." Ireland looked at her as if she had escaped the loony bin, "you were... fishing?" America quickly jumped in to explain, "hell yeah, we were fishing! And in the best way possible. We have twenty pounds worth of fish now!" Ireland looked confused at America's last sentence. Russia hit him with his elbow, "no one understands your customary measurements, dumbass."