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

For Everything To Be Over

To this day, (Y/n) is yet to recall how many roles she wanted to play when she grew up, to become an actress, a singer, a writer, an artist, a combination of all of them, from all those labels and roles she ignored what she truly wanted in life, recognition for who she is. Recognition for not just her art but her character.

It doesn't matter what your goal is, to be something, to have something, to be somewhere, to achieve something, these are all goals, the more you daydream the more the boundaries of those goals grow smaller until you can only truly complete them inside the comfort of your own mind, this called escapism.

How can you crave to own the moon yet crave to be on earth, the lust for everything inside her soul tearing her apart, daydreams turning into unrealistic and unachievable goals that from her heart she knows she can't become but still yearns for.

Why do we always romanticize the past and the future but never realize in all those moments we are unsatisfied. In that so-called beautiful past we crave the past before that and our current future, In the future we will be yearning for some other goal we never learned to appreciate.

The truth is the only thing you can control in life is yourself no matter how hard you cling onto the inescapable past you can't get rid of the truth and the past, all the trauma is in the past yet at the same time it follows you everywhere, living without parents, the true damage of growing up lonely, with a void in your soul that cannot be fixed with band aids. All you can really do then is either stay in a circle of hurt and pain, find a way out of the hole or just pretend for a moment you are living a better life, that you have everything you desire even if you know it will never come to you. Material possessions, riches, fame, love, a simple life, an ending to your never ending story.

All these dreams in her mind are forming into a far greater issue, lack of security. Merely looking the other way and drifting off into a different world has done nothing for her, it is time to face the truth and solve her problems. Even though the outside is intimidating and now more than ever she needs to wake up and face her real problem. Maybe if one day all of this blows over this sense of craving an unrealistic purpose only makes her feel weaker.

Then we have (Y/n) Crying on the floor full of nothing but hopelessness with no escape, then she realizes something, Lovino- none of them are going to save her, not Mr. Kirkland or the Edelsteins, the only person who can truly save her now is herself. Maybe nobody is coming to save her from what Oliver calls inevitable but she can. She can get off that ground right now and power herself through this new universe, finally escape this hell. no portal can truly do that but she can make that her reality, she can finally escape the hell the 2ps put her in, all she has to do is get off of the ground and create that reality, this is her entire life on the line and those freaks sure as hell aren't going to take that from her.

(Y/n) huffed in mental pain, pulling herself up from the ground, face covered in tears, every step up feeling like egg shells piercing her skin. (Y/n) was in her pajamas. She looked at the closet, inside of the closet was a wool red cloak, it looked warm enough. (y/n) ran over to the closet and pulled the cloak of the closet. At that moment she knew her next step, since Oliver left her nothing, her next move is to find any weapon around the house.

(y/n) pit on the cloak and ran to each room of the house, she went inside the bathroom, upon looking in that mirror she was shocked, she hadn't seen her own reflection in a long time, her entire neck and face and arms were covered in scratches and scars, however for some reason that heart sticker right by her eye even though almost falling off still was stuck to her face, like it was a scar of its own. She had bags under her eyes from sleepless nights, on her lip was a bruise that stemmed all the way to her chin.

(Y/n) was put off by the sudden realization of what she looked like. For a brief moment in that mirror she saw something else, she saw that little girl who was full of big dreams of going on an adventure from when she first moved into the Edelstein mansion, she saw an innocent girl who hadn't gone through the pain and horror the 2ps put her in. Now look at her, scarred, angry, tired, full of anger, ready to hurt somebody when the past (Y/n) would faint at the sight of blood, now the sight of blood is uncomfortably normal.

If the past (Y/n) saw who present (Y/n) was today she would be horrified, but that (Y/n) would have hope that she would get through this, that she would be able to jump the curve and defeat the bad guys like in all the fairy tales she used to read.

"I won't let you down (Y/n)"

(Y/n) before exiting the room after finding nothing looked in the mirror once more, that sticker, that heart sticker covering the scar next to her right eye, on one deep breath she pulled it off, The scar was nasty, It was completely scabbed over and was a completely different color than the rest of her face. It was getting itchy, (Y/n) through the heart sticker in the trash not looking back on it.

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(Y/n)'s search around the entire house was fruitless, she eventually went outside to see if she could find a weapon somewhere else, she turned her head to exit the cottage when she heard a crash at the side of the cottage and ran to investigate, it came from inside a shed, (Y/n) ran over to the rusty red cabin and to her surprise the cabin was open, she went inside the cabin and turned on the light.

Inside the cabin were guns specifically for hunting, an entire rack of guns, at least 14.

"Why the hell would anyone need 14 guns?!" Then she remembered she lived in Vermont.

(Y/n) took a gun off the rack and loaded it with bullets, she had a loose idea of how to use a gun from random manuels she read in the foster home. She held the somewhat heavy gun in her hands attempting to get out of the cabin property, all of a sudden (Y/n) felt tiny dots of water fall of her coat.

'Oh no.' (Y/n) thought.

She had no time, She needs to hurry and find Lovino before it is too late, (Y/n) knew this fight was going to end with someone dead and in (Y/n)'s case, preferably Allen, (Y/n) had no time and began to run away from the cabin in the pouring rain, ready to save the person she cares about the most, and Lovino from the hands of the 2ps.