Eyebee Act II ( 50's AU Yandere 2p!Hetalia + Reader)

Eyes Of The Beholder

(Y/n) was sitting on her all too familiar bed from the first night after she was captured by the 2ps. (Y/n) was sitting on her bed, head pointed to her dangling feet hanging off the bed, tears dropping in the medieval carpet, Flavio by her side comforting her through every tear. (Y/n) Finally broke into a fit of sobs covering her eyes with her hands while Flavio pats her back sympathetically.

"N-Now I have to wed him or he is gonna kill me!"

Flavio sighed in disappointment "Oh Hun, I truly wish there was something I can do but no matter what I dish out at him, my efforts will be fruitless."

(Y/n) came to a sudden realization, she lifted herself up "Crap, So now I won't be able to escape if I tried, I should have let him kill me, better than signing my life away!"

(Y/n) dragged herself off the bed heading for the door. Flavio went after her. "Don't say you wanna die hun, things have been extremely difficult and scary but there IS a bright side."

(Y/n) turned around before opening the door, curious to what Flavio had to say "What?"

Flavio jumped up "You could let me dress you up like a princess for the wedding- and before you respond I'm not gonna turn you into a mannequin, I just genuinely like dressing people up and it wouldn't hurt. Just some pins and makeup and the most extravagant dress you've ever seen!"

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The dress was soon complete. After a couple pins Flavio was right, This dress was absolutely no joke. Flavio had made magnificent dresses before but none of this quality. The dress consisted of white floral esque ruffles down to the bottom of the dress but none at the top. There was a hyacinth decorated corset with heart shaped ruffles with a bow on the front and a rose quartz necklace. The sleeves were clear silk but see through enough so you could see the white bowed gloves. On the top of the mannequin was a beautiful hyacinth bouquet-like headpiece that looked hard to balance, all the hyacinths were pastel colors. Down the ruffles also had hyacinths in the ruffles of the dress.

(Y/n) could barely believe her eyes, This was far beyond the dress of a princess, the was the royal wear of a Queen, that dress looked like it belonged to someone far more prestigious and deserving than some middle school orphan like (Y/n).

"Oh my goodness Flavio, y-you really outdid yourself, this dress is absolutely phenomenal! I don't even deserve to wear something as gorgeous as this, especially for something as disgusting like a faux wedding with Luciano."

Like a chef gawking at people enjoying their food Flavio grinned in delight. "Oh you, thank you so much for the flattery but this is the best I could do, after all from what you have gone through, you deserve an extravagant dress such as this. Just because it is fit for a Queen doesn't mean you are not next in line."

The last line made (Y/n) cringe. 'Next in line to become queen' What the hell does that even mean? The meer thought of being the wife to a sadistic freak like Luciano made her want to punch the wall in anger and die inside not even including the fact that the 2ps killed her one true love, Lovino even though he is technically alive in another side of the mirror. But becoming his 'Queen'? Sure Luciano gives off the aura of a King, yet not at the same time. Sure his aesthetic resembled a King but his personality was more or less like a mob boss or a psychopathic Dictator ready to nuke anyone at any moment.

(Y/n) dropped the subject. "I have a question for you Flavio?" Flavio sat down on (Y/n)'s bed. "Tell me dear, is it about how I made the dress or-"

"It's not about the dress, did you ever really know Lovino before...you know..." It was blatantly obvious she wanted to be reminded or Lovino's death as little as possible.

"Oh Lovino, him, come to think about it we never really connected much at all. I kind of noticed him, whenever he noticed me he thought he was having a fever dream or something. We have almost nothing in common- which is expected since he is my opposite of course but at the same time, it feels as though we are really just two sides of the same coin.

For example we were the least favorite child growing up, not ignored but always getting less than our sibling, Feliciano- my brothers 1p Is more naive and fun loving. Luciano on the other hand..." Flavio shivered looking to the floor, he combed through his hair.

"Luciano would bully me daily, calling me inferior and throwing words at me that are simply not true, sometimes he would even slur at me. I would always run to my papa crying but Luciano never got in trouble, I would get the belt from my papa and Luciano would stand and watch. When I was 6 he would bring his friends over and kick me until I bled or I couldn't even walk.

I remember this one specific time Luciano finally got his own set of throwing knives- the ones he has to this day. He would use it to commit petty crimes like stealing but as we got older he started to threaten people which back in middle school got him in trouble. He never actually hurt me with those knives, but I remember this one time that I was playing with my cat Alice. Alice kind of ran off to Luciano's room. I never really saw him again, I searched the entire house but I couldn't find him. My Papa didn't bother to help me look, I finally looked in the last place I knew he inevitably was and well...

Alice was there....kind of, she was dead. She was in the wall of his closet standing up, crucified to the wall with nails with two bullet holes through her head. A stab wound went between her ribs. I was absolutely horrified and disgusted as anyone would be in that moment. When Luciano found out he threw one of his throwing knives right above my head pinning me to the wall with my hair, he threatened me not to tell dad or he was going to destroy my sketch work which I had been working on for years at that point.

The worst part about that situation despite all the disgusting thing is, that wasn't the only murder he committed. It started off with cats, cats became full sized dogs, dogs became exotic animals, exotic animals became...you know, people.

Me and Lovino went through almost completely different life events but something connects them. Lovino went through pain so he takes it out on others tries to bully them and belittle them while being generally rude to others, You as an exception of course. I can't blame him for coping this way however.

Me, I went through pain and I don't want anybody to ever have to deal with what I went through, I refuse to be mean cold or nasty to anyone unless someone is in danger. Other than that I want to help people and lift them up. I want to cook for them or make them laugh or make them a wedding dress. No matter how hard it is for me, the payoff of a simple smile means more than the world to me. I know this because I want to give others the life I wish I had gotten myself."

Flavio looked like he was about to burst into tears. (Y/n) slide next to Flavio on the bed, It was her turn to comfort him. Flavio was okay with that. She really guessed that beauty is not just in the eyes of the beholder, the beholder of beauty holds more pain and sorrow than one can imagine. The two hugged, suddenly the world seemed less complicated.