The sky was pitch black as bright white stars decorated the night sky. Carefully, 🅱️oland tucked Germany in bed and took a refreshing cold shower. After getting dressed he quietly tiptoed down the stairs, avoiding certain steps, making sure not to make any noise. He headed slowly towards the door, opened it and was about to leave. But, stopped dead in his tracks, he couldn't just leave without leaving Germany a note.
Poor boy would worry and the probability of him having a panic attack because of 🅱️olands sudden disappearance, was 100% possible. Sighing deeply, he turned towards the coffee table, walked over slowly sat down, grabbed a pen and paper and proceeded to write a short note.
"Dear Ukochany,
Don't worry if Im not home by the time you wake up. I'll be heading out for a while, don't worry I'll be back later.
P.s: Sorry about the marks, I may have got carried away a bit.
P.p.s: I love you.
Love, 🅱️oland.
Satisfied with his craftsmanship, he quickly tiptoed towards the dining room, turned on the light, placed his note on the handmade wooden table and left through the door. He carefully locked it, turned towards the street and headed towards Mexico's place. He knew this was the time Y/N would be walking back home, he wasn't going to hide anymore, not this time. If this feeling wanted to be back, he was going to let it. No more hiding, no more running.
Far down the street 🅱️oland barely saw a familiar silhouette in the dark, slim and short. This was definitely Y/N. She seemed happy, and oblivious to 🅱️oland's intentions. As she kept skipping down the street, with a big smile on her face and a belly full of tacos. Far down the street Y/N noticed someone was walking towards her, it was too far away for her to know who the country was and too dark to make out the colors of the flag. Stopping in her tracks, she narrowed her eyes, trying to make out who the country was.
The country stopped under the light of a street light, not too far from where she was standing. The light let her make out two colors, and she recognized these certain colors. A big white strip and an equal sized red colored strip on his face, on on top of the other. She knew this pattern, this belonged to 🅱️oland. "🅱️oland!" Y/N yelled as she ran towards him for a hug. He hugged her back, only slightly tighter. "Hey, what are you doing out at a time like this?" She asked with a slight european accent at the end.
He didn't respond, instead he grabbed hold of her tighter. "Uhhhhhh, 🅱️-🅱️oland... you ok?" His gaze was distant, deep in thought, planning what to do. He had her in reach, but he couldn't do it in the street. He needed a place far enough for no one to hear her screams... but where?
"Earth to 🅱️oland! Hellooo, is anyone home!" She quietly yelled as looking up at him, it was hard since her cheek was being squished against his chest. "Hm? Ah,Yes I'm home, just... thinking." He mumbled that last part softly, shifting his gaze off her eyes and onto her face, focusing all his energy on not letting go.
🅱️oland had his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her so close to him, that he could feel the rhythm of her heartbeat, her calm warm breaths passing through the thin cloth, crashing against his chest. Her slim figure, her soft and warm skin. The sweet strawberry perfume she always wore, then something inside him, clicked.
He suddenly looked... different, his physical appearance didn't change, more like his gaze changed.
He smirked widely and narrowed his eyes at her yearningly. "Better said... what is a beautiful thing like yourself doing alone in this dark, dark rode? If you aren't carful, some one might snatch you up." He purred lowering his face towards her's and pulling her in closer. Y/N flinched at his actions, she stared at him with wide eyes and a confused expression. "Woah, 🅱️-🅱️oland what are y-you doing?" Y/N asked as she felt 🅱️oland's hand slowly caress her back. Her cheeks turned red, she started squirming desperately, trying to get some distance between them and that desperation turned 🅱️oland on.
"What if I am? would that bother you dear?" He purred once more, getting closer to Y/N's face. She tried to back away but his grip on her was surprisingly strong, not even budging a bit. "N-no, I MEAN YES! Y-you're Germany's boyfriend! T-that would be wrong!" Y/N said raising her voice a bit, turning her red face away from him. She needed to create some distance between them, but because of his grip on her, she couldn't extend her arms out completely, just enough to try pushing him away.
However, he kept on getting closer and closer. Realizing her attempt wasn't working, she began to softly hit his chest. If Y/N couldn't push him away, at least she could knock some sense into him. Though he 🅱️oland didn't seem to be responding to her attacks at all, only licking his lips while staring at her tender rosemary colored lips.
How would they feel in between his teeth? What could her blood taste like? Would her meat be tough or tender? 🅱️oland asked himself only inches away from her lips. "POLAND PLEASE STOP!" Y/N yelled squinting her eyes shut. He froze in place. "What did you call me?" He growled barring his eyes at her angrily. Y/N started to shake in fear, how could she have been so stupid to call him like that? Every country knows he hated when they would call him by his birth name. "I-I... I s-said... 🅱️-🅱️oland..." she mumbled with a wobbly tone as her heartbeat increased in rhythm. 🅱️oland let go of her and slightly backed away from her. Y/N let out an awfully loud sigh, holding a hand close to her chest, trying to calm herself down. "I-I'm going h-home." She managed to say before turning towards the sidewalk on the other side of the rode.
Y/N felt her right arm being grabbed by 🅱️oland as she walked beside the street lamp, but before she could turn to face him, he slammed her head against the concrete body of the lamp post.
Her body fell to the ground with a thud. She wasn't dead, she was just unconscious. A red mark decorated her forehead, slowly gaining a deeper color. 🅱️oland carefully picked Y/N's small limp body, he grabbed her head and licked the mark. He could barely taste her blood, but it was enough to give him a delighted shiver.
He started walking towards his old home. That was the last place she would see, Y/N was finally his. The feeling was back, and it was never going to leave his side ever again.
I hope you guys liked this chapter! Love y'all.
