Run Away Country: Yandere Hetalia x Country reader

Part 13: Clashing Lovers

AN; Back so soon? I know. I was so happy by all the love I got when I woke up yesterday morning that I was inspired to write some more. Enjoy!

Author's POV:

Currently, Germany was cleaning the cuts that were inflicted upon him from his last fight with Japan and wrapping fresh bandages around them. He couldn't believe he lost against Japan. This caused him to sigh heavily. I guess all the training he put Japan and Italy through.

Germany still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that Italy drugged him while they were together. Italy has become sneaky too and wondered what else Italy could up his seemingly empty sleeves. At least in his current condition, Italy won't be able to do much.

Germany has been surrounded by people who would turn their back and stab him in the back countless times, but for those people to be considered close friends of his stung all the more.

There was you, scared yet determined, little you. Too sweet for this world. A little lost, yes, but you had spirit. Something that draws him towards you. You charisma to always reach out for better.

You think that it's running away and teaching, but he knows that this is just a faze. He'll convince you that what you did was wrong. After all, running away from your responsibilities is a big no, no, and really irresponsible on your part. You left yourself vulnerable to attacks from prying nations.

You're too naive to understand the dangers of your actions sometimes. He'll have to watch over you, protect you, and make sure you can't make a mistake like that ever again.

With Canada, you ran off with never the less. That was your greatest mistake. Canada could never protect you the way he could. Yes, he let his guard down around his friends and he got lashed for it, but never again. Germany can't afford another setback like this. He had to get you back.

Germany raked his fingers through his hair while he slumped forward in his bed. The question was how he was going to get you back. Would you come with him willingly? Or would he have to force you?

He didn't have much time to contemplate his next move, for there was a loud crash heard downstairs and Germany immediately shot up from his bed. Readying his gun in the process.

In long, hurried strides, Germany made his way down the stairs and aimed his gun at the first person he saw. Their blue eyes widening in sudden shock as they stood frozen. The other two stopped in their tracks when they saw the commotion.

"Vhat zhe hell are you three doing here?!" Germany shouted, not relaxing his aim nor hiding his accent.

"Ah, Germany!" The blonde Frenchman cried out as he stood there in shock as the gun was aimed at his head.

"We know you have her!" England shouted from across the room. Germany moved his focus from France to the voice.

"Vhat are you talking about?" Germany questioned, not backing down.

"Don't play dumb Germany. We know you're keeping (Y/N) here!" America antagonized.

"She isn't here! Go away!" Germany shouted, locking a bullet in place. France jumped at the noise and began to shake.

"Do you honestly think we're that thick?! We know she's here!" England yelled, paying no mind to France's current dilemma.

"She's not here! Japan took her!" Germany protested. The room fell silent as if contemplating his words. Until America spoke up.

"We don't believe you! How do we know you're not lying?!" He argued, not buying Germany's claim.

"Then go see for yourself." Germany offered, lowering his gun a bit. The pain of his cut on his arm getting to him.