Miscellaneous Hetalia One-Shots

Desire - Yandere!Norway x Reader

A/N: Art is not mine.

You saw yourself as average. Average in all things. Maybe even below average. You were no coveted beauty, no supergenius, no great athlete. Just average.

But, he didn't think so.

Your chest rose and fell in an entrancing rhythm, captivating the violet eyes watching over you. You looked... perfect. Your skin looked so flawless, so smooth with the moonlight shining on to it. Especially your cute face, with your lips slightly parted to make you look innocent. Your lips looked so very soft... almost as soft as your hair.

He loved to play with your hair, twirling it within his fingers as he looked at you with loving eyes. Sometimes he would even stroke your hair, watching happily as your face relaxed. It was one of many signs he interpreted to be the universe saying that you two were meant to be.

The more he watched you, the more he touched your delicate skin, the more he inhaled your intoxicatingly sweet scent... the more he craved you. Desired you. Needed you.

It was so small at first. You met in school; he was the strange boy with very few friends, and you were just an average girl. You didn't have a ton of friends, but the ones you did have you kept very close. They meant a lot to you.

His friends didn't mean much to him. Nobody meant much to him. Perhaps his brother, but that's it. All you did was pick up a book he dropped. You leaned down, retrieved it, and handed it to him with that beautiful smile on your face. He was charmed; you were quite pretty. But, he wasn't losing sleep over it.

Until he noticed you more. You had several classes together, and while most people just blended together for him... you stood out. He could catch your melodic voice out of any crowd, he could always tell when it was you he brushed across in the hall. That's when he started to watch you; that's when his obsession began.

He sat on your bed, gently taking your warm hand in his. He watched you for another minute, before tearing his eyes away to look around your room.

It was nothing special, but he saw all of it as precious. It was yours, after all. Anything that was yours meant the world to him; because you meant the universe to him. He'd already stolen several small things of yours: pencils, hair ties, random pieces of paper, and even an old shirt you didn't wear anymore. Maybe it seemed a little odd to you, but you'd never suspect him. He was in the background of your life. He didn't want to be, but he was.

Meanwhile, you were at the center of his life. It was only a month ago that he'd found out where you lived. It was only a couple of weeks ago that he'd started to sneak in. It was only a couple of days ago that he'd been brave enough to touch you. It all meant so much to him, but the more he indulged himself, the worse his desire became.

You were the only thing on his mind; even schoolwork became difficult to complete because you constantly clouded his thoughts. Watching you made his breathing rate increase, hearing you made his heart rate pick up, smelling you made his pupils dilate. He wanted to have you. Now. But, he couldn't.

He turned his head back to your sleeping form and shakily held your face in his palm.

Could he?

It was still quite late, no one would know... but he did not have any way to subdue you without hurting you. And, the last thing he wanted to do was harm you.

He got up from the bed with a barely audible sigh. Now was really not the time, and he needed to leave now if he was going to get any sleep at all. Being around you made him feel calm; without you he was restless. He had gotten his fix now and it was time to go.

One day, he wouldn't need to sneak in to have you. One day, very soon... you two would be together. And, you'd never be apart again.

He silently jumped down on to the grass after carefully closing your window. Thank God your house wasn't two stories; this was a lot easier for him.

He sprinted the whole ten minutes back to his house, quietly panting after about five minutes. He finally made it to the front door, and he took a second to catch his breath before creeping in.

All the lights were off downstairs, and as he walked upstairs he saw that all of those lights were off as well. All of them, except for...

"Lukas? What are you doing up?"

Lukas winced as he heard the voice of his little brother. Damn it, Emil had been staying up late again and he'd been too loud going up the stairs. Lukas was always so good at covering his tracks and staying undetected, the one time he slips up he's caught by his little brother!

"I was getting water."

Emil clearly didn't believe him. His furrowed eyebrows and the confused glint in his eyes showed that quite plainly.

"I heard the front door open. Did you go out, Lukas?"

"No," the taller blond male snapped, "I didn't. Shouldn't you be in bed?"

Lukas continued his way down the hallway until he heard the younger boy speak, "I'm sorry Lukas. I...I'm a little worried about you."

Lukas stopped. His heart broke hearing his brother speak like that. Emil never apologized anymore, especially not to him. Emil was the only person Lukas cared about besides you; his little brother meant a lot to him.

Lukas turned to his sibling with a small, sad smile, "You don't have anything to worry about, Emil. Please get some sleep."

Emil bit his lip and nodded slightly, "Okay."

Lukas watched his brother walk back to his room and shut the door before going into his own bedroom. He let out a sigh and looked toward the picture he kept of you on his desk.

He felt an urge to see you again, but Lukas resisted and kept walking to his bed. He practically fell on it, he was exhausted from not having slept in a couple of days.

Lukas held the shirt he stole from you up to his face, taking in deep whiffs of your scent as he drifted off. His desire for you could never be quenched and the more he saw you, the more unbearable it became to leave you when it was time to go. In his mind, the only way to get rid of that problem was to have you with him. All-day, every day, until death took one of you away.