Matricaria (Yandere!Britain x Reader) Countryhumans

Chapter 5 "Sending The Message Boy"

The morning after, Britain woke up to do his routine water procedures as usual, but with an extra tone of seriousness. He did his best to brush his teeth, which was made harder by the unusual pain and bitterness that accompanied anything that wasn't those flowers. Then, a quick shower, which fortunately went smoothly, as the water and soap didn't affect his skin the same way it would his mouth.

When everything was done, he rushed to his room, ditching the night clothes that still lay in the bathroom. He wasn't naked though, his hands held a towel around his waist which hid all his more personal parts. He dressed in his outfit, which predictably was made up of his suit. However, he decided to ditch the coat and his golden pocket watch. Why would he do this? Well, where he was planning on going, it was best to not look as rich, but he still wanted to look his best too.

He still remembered his twisted idea from last night, and was still keen on meeting the dangerous country to do business with. As he was buttoning up his dress shirt, however, he stopped himself, rethinking the plan. The plan involved meeting with an African country, so obviously Africa was where he had to go. But, he realized that he might not be welcome there.

As almost everyone knows, nearly all of Africa was at one point under control by every major European country. Of course, this was against their will. Times have changed, yes, but even today, many of the African countries have negative feelings towards those countries for what they've done those many years ago. With Britain's reputation, this mission may be too dangerous. But he still had to find a way to accomplish this if he wanted (Y/N) to be his.

He ate his breakfast in a hurry, which consisted of chamomile tea and the flowers. Though he was still feeling somewhat fatigued from the lack of nutrients, the flowers had a strange way of still making him feel satisfied. Before he left, the last thing he would need is something to pay with, so he filled a small, brown bag with 7,000 £. A lot of money, but it should be enough for whatever price the fugitive country may ask in exchange for his services. Britain got in his car and left, still unsure about his plan.

Or at least he was until he realized someone else could do it for him.

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'Oh god, please don't tell me they took too much!' a country thought as he frantically went inside his wine cellar, after he saw the door was busted open. He flicked on the lights and looked around at the many shelves, which were still full of hundreds of wine bottles that he had proudly crafted himself. Though confused, he sighed in relief before seeing one shelf with about a dozen bottles missing. Luckily, it was only a minor robbery, but he still felt awful that someone was willing to take advantage of his wine supply.

The young country was about to turn back to fix up the entrance, until he saw a note taped to the shelf that had been emptied. He jumped up to grab the note, which replaced his shock with curiosity as to what the note said.

Sorry if my sudden appearance startled you, Moldova, but I was in the mood for a refreshing drink. I couldn't help myself but to have a few bottles of your amazing wine! Good thing you were still sleeping, too. You have no idea how cute you look when you're sleeping!

As an apology for the disturbance, I'll offer you a discount if you ever need something from me. Maybe even for free if you do me a favor ;) If you want to find me, I made a little map for you on the back.

"Ce naiba!" he shouted from reading the letter. This has to be some sort of cruel joke, the message scared Moldova more than the robbery did. Is this person flirting with him? Was he being stalked by them too? And a discount on what? The winky face after the word 'favor' also creeped him out. By 'favor' do they mean... dammit, he needed some fresh air, too many questions overloaded him. Moldova put the note in his pocket and went out of the cellar, not even caring about his broken door at the moment. He sat on the grass and leaned back onto the walls of his small house, which unfortunately didn't have anything covering up his bedroom window. He sighed again, and remembered the end of the note. Hesitantly, he took the note from his pocket and turned it over.