Yantalia545-the junkyard of Hetalia

He'll absolutely use your dependence on him to his advantage. Constantly hanging around you like a lost puppy, pouting when you have to go. Anything to stay by your side. He may even use your own fears to draw you closer to him.

"Are you sure you'll be okay going alone? You'll be safer with me."

He will definitely pull at your insecurities if it means you'll depend on him.

Someone says something hurtful about you in a meeting? Italy is there with snacks and a cheery smile. He'll comfort you until you forget all about what that person said. You don't need anyone's approval but Italy's, and he'll always be on your side!~

Just don't go seeking anyone else's approval, kay!

Germany:

Depend on Germany? Find comfort in him? Germany is used to others relying on his abilities and knowledge, but comfort? That is a new feeling for the tall, stoic man. Not that he's incapable, but softness is deemed a luxury in his eyes. But if you somehow find comfort in him, he will do anything he can to preserve it.

Germany may not understand that you seek him out personally for comfort until it becomes a common occurrence. If someone upsets you or you're having a particularly hard day, he notices that you without a doubt seek him out for guidance and comfort.

He'll see it as his duty to protect your feelings of comfort in him and help you through whatever hardships may come your way.

However, he can become a little overbearing in his definition of duty.

He may take it upon himself to accompany and revise hard deals that may or may not even involve him at all. He views your dependence as vulnerability, and if he can see this vulnerability, then maybe so can others. It's up to him to protect you from such prospects.

If you try to refuse or begin to pull away, He'll also be the type to remind you of your insecurities. However, he'll be a bit harsher with how he approaches you about the matter.

Your language wasn't dead, but perhaps preserved after centuries through dedication and tradition. It was honorable: commendable even. There may have even been a slight feeling of envy.

While his country was forced into the modern world, yours was able to preserve its traditional nature through language. Even if that meant that you didn't understand.

One can always learn, but it's even harder to remember.

From the very moment the meeting ended, Japan sought you out to teach him the way of your words; You personally.

The two of you would spend hours after meetings going over simple phrases. One phase translated for another. In both English and Japanese.

Whenever you didn't understand something.

A phrase someone said.

A document written out.

You would begin to turn to Japan for assistance. When others would speak to you, you would instinctively turn to Japan to translate.

Something that he for sure noticed.

Then came the seed of doubt. You needed him to get you through the modern world. Someone to guide you in this time of abrupt change while still preserving your traditions. Japan saw himself as the only one capable enough. He was the only one who understood you.

Then there were his translations. They weren't lies. They were just filtered. There is a difference. Someone would speak to you, you would turn to Japan, and he would translate. Slowly in your broken language.

If you or someone ever questioned why, he would simply state;

"Some of the translation is lost," and leave at that.

The more you were in the dark about the modern world, the more dependent you would be on him. Simple as that. The more you turned to Japan, the more you trusted him. The more you confirmed that you needed him.

When policies would come across your way that didn't align with his values, he would plant doubt within you.

"Are you sure this is the way you'd like to modernize?"

"What about your preservation?"

He wanted nothing that could change you too much.

The sad thing was, for a while, it worked. You trusted Japan's guidance. You had no one else to follow in the modern world. Japan noticed that, too.

It wasn't until your dependence on Japan was noted by someone that you began to pull away.

"Do not lose your independence to guidance. Help is not the same as dependence." Germany once warned.

When Japan noticed you straying from him, his tactics changed.

He'd invite you over to his place to show you his way of life. All while pointing out the similarities you both culturally share and how he'd only want what's best for you.

He may even try to gain your trust with better trade deals.

Art and traditions.

Exchanging literature and philosophies.

Cheaper passports and citizenships.

He may even open up to you and share his hardships of opening up to the world.

All of these are meant to place you off guard and show you just how similar the two of you really are.

The real nail on the head is when America gets the same idea too, because, "No one is better at modernization than me!"

So, America tries to take you out of Japan's hands;

Amusement parks,

Concerts,

Anything to show you the greatness of the modern world.

Japan can't have that. If you modernized, you wouldn't need him. You may even lean towards someone else and leave him entirely. He needs your dependence.

So, what can he do?

Become the only person you CAN turn to, of course!

It wouldn't be easy. He'd have to show that you're completely that you're helpless when it comes to adjusting to the modern world. That you're in need of his guidance. And with the way you already turn to him in meetings, it wouldn't be too hard to appoint him as you gaurdian of the modern world.

The room froze. Germany's posture stiffened. "What kind of accusation is this? Who even are you?" Because the current you was sitting right next to him, confused but alert. This person could be an imposter.

Future you laughed weakly. "That's the problem. It starts with concern."

Present, you stared at your future self. You looked older. Colder. Scared every time Germany moved.

"It's already started, hasn't it?" They stated. "He monitors who you talk to. Follows you around relentlessly." Their voice cracks when they notice a particular paper tucked neatly in front of Germany. A diplomatic request.

"Don't sign that! He promises protection, but it's a trap."

Germany rose from his seat. Hands slamming on the table in the process.

"Enough of these accusations! I would never hurt them!"

Another dry laugh left them before they pulled at the hem of their hood, exposing a thick metal collar. Everyone gasped.

"Dude, what's wrong with you!" America shouted. Already coming over to them to try to take the thing off.

But your future self was already there for too long.

There was a crack in the air itself before another figure strode through. The sound of heavy boots echoed through the meeting room.

Slow.

Measured.

Confident.

Your future self went pale.

"Stay away from me!" They shouted.

And there he stood--Germany. But not the Germany besides you.

Older.

Broader.

Wearing a black military uniform with badges no one recognized. There was a scar on his left cheek. His gloves were stained with dried blood. And unlike the present Germany, this one looked at you with open possessiveness. Like he had long since stopped pretending otherwise.

Present Germany stepped in front of you protectively. "Stay behind me."

You didn't know what to do. You wanted to trust Germany, but the evidence in front of you told you otherwise. You instinctively took a step back. Something both Germnay's recognized.

"You think you can still protect them by pretending restraint?" Future Germnay asked.

Future you backed away, shakingly. "...No."

He looked at your future self. Not with kindness, but a softness that already knew what they possessed.

"You ran from me again."

Everything about him felt wrong. Not because he was violent. But because he was calm. Like this Germany had already won. The room could feel it immediately.

Then, finally, someone asked, "Where are we? In your future?"

The Germany from the future didn't turn towards them. He kept his gaze entirely on your future self.

"They are no longer in my way."

Everyone froze. They knew what that meant.

"You destroyed everything." You furute self spat.

"No. I made a world where you can survive. I unified it."

Present Germany looked sick. He was staring at himself. He felt every word of what his future self was saying. Even now, if he had to choose between you and the world? He thought he could bury this emotion. But now he sees, it is nearly a starting point.

Future you suddenly moved towards you. Towards safety. But future Germany moved faster. He shot them, and they fell to the floor in an instant; Lifeless. The sound was deafening. Absolute silence followed. The papers around the room drifted slowly like snow.

You couldn't breathe. Germany stared at the person you would become. And something inside him shattered.

"You...killed them." Germany ushered.

"They've betrayed me countless times." Then his gaze fell onto you. " I will not allow that same mistake again."

Present Germany attacked first.

Not strategically.

Not rationally.

But in pure rage.

The room descended into chaos instantly.

England and China tried to evacuate you.

America and Russia engaged in the fight with future Germany.

Italy screamed.

But future Germany fought like a man who had survived countless wars. Endless battles against them that he had already won. And through it all, he never stopped tracking you.

Russia slammed into a nearby wall. America was knocked over the head. Germany was shot in the shoulder. And before you could get very far, an iron grip grasped your wrist.

You struggled violently. "Let go of me!"

His voice dripped dangerously soft. "You are not the version that hates me yet." His bloodied, gloved hand brushed delicately. Too tenderly for a man capable of such horrors. A shiver ran down your spine.

"You still look at me kindly."

You felt sick. "You killed me."

A flicker crossed his face.

Pain.

Real pain.

"I tried everything to keep you alive."

"They were scared!"

"I ended the entire world for you!"

Silence followed between you two.

Heavy.

Awful.

"Is that...what they would have wanted?" You asked.

Future Germany's expression fell instantly. His grip on you loosened ever so slightly.

"You were dying. The world kept demanding pieces of you until there was nothing left. I stopped that. I am the only one willing to do what is necessary."

Present Germany stared at him in horror. He understood now. He wasn't a monster born from hatred. He sees a man who's held on to the very last piece worth holding on to. Even if it costs him everything.

A rip behind future Germany flashed suddenly and he began tugging you towards it. A future gateway.

"Stop him!" England shouted.

Everyone moved at once. But it was too late. By the time they reached him, the gate had already closed. Leaving you in the future with a crazed future Germany. Alone.

He wasn’t like anyone you’ve ever met before. He was so sweet. So kind. So…human.

At first you thought nothing of it. Just another servant that served within Russia’s estate. But slowly, he started worming his way into your heart.

He’d bring you tea every morning before Russia arrived. Always ask how you were doing in a soft, caring, tone.

It was so unlike anyone else within the estate. Usually, everyone was afraid. Afraid what it would mean to cross Russia, but he still cared for you anyways. Always in that soft, addicting tone.

He stole your heart almost immediately.

Russia would notice almost immediately. There was nothing that he didn’t see. Especially within his own home.

And it doesn’t settle well with him.

Not. At. All.

“Ah,” he comments one day. “So this is the one who keeps you from me.”

There’s nothing sweet about the way he says it. His tone send a chill down your spine.

“You know, little nation, humans are fragile.” He says. Taking your chin within his grasp. Trailing his thumb along your cheek. “And so are their attachments.”

He doesn’t outright kill the servant.

No.

That would be too aggressive. It would scare you. Instead, he tests it.

He begins to keep your little servant close. He’s now his personal attendant. Always under Russia’s watchful eye. Never alone with you. Not anymore.

The night that he sneaks out just to see you, your heart skips a beat.

“You shouldn’t be here. If Russia were to find out—“

“That doesn’t matter. What matters is that you listen to your heart.”

I’m that moment, he took you in his arms. Time seemed to move like a dream as he lifted your chin. His touch was nothing like Russia’s cold grasp. It was tender. Warm.

The heat of your bodies pressed together was intoxicating. Your moments shuttered under his light touch. And before you knew it, the servant closed the gap.

Your cheeks flushed as he kissed you. It was tender and light at first. But once you gave in, it deepened.

You didn’t even notice the looming presence around the corner.

Something in Russia snapped.

He rounded the corner in lightning speed and tore the servant from you. A gasp left your lips before you could even register what happened.

Russia threw the violating man against the wall with a loud thud. You tried to rush over to him, but a large hand stopped you.

“I will no longer entertain such discrepancies. You belong to me.” His voice dripped with venom. Hatred dripping with every word.

You cried as Russia ordered the servant be taken away. Begging Russia to let him live. His gaze never left you as he made to orders.

When he was gone, Russia brushed a stray tear from your cheek.

“Do not cry for such fragile things. Humans break easily.”

Frustration bubbled within you and something snapped. After all this time; the war, the occupation, Russia himself. It felt like he took what little hope you had left and shattered it.

For the first time since your arrival, you slapped his hand away: rejecting him so freely. So fiercely.

“I’ll never love you, Russia! He’s the one that I love!”

Russia was stunned for a brief moment. You have never acted against him. His stare darkened as something settled behind his gaze. Then your world went dark.

When you awoke, your world was nothing like it was before.

You were in Russia’s room now. Guards were stationed permanently on both sides of the door. The door was locked from the outside. The windows were barred.

You banged and cried at the door until Russia appeared. He wasn’t even fully in the room before you screamed accusations at him.

“What did you do to him!”

He didn’t react to your harsh words. A smile slowly crept along his lips. Eyes gleaming against the shy candle light.

France: The Tower

Day after day. Cloud after cloud. They all pass by you in slow, mundane waves. Today marks the day that France stored you away up above the clouds just six months ago. You only know that it's today from your tally marks. Scratched into the wall beside the only window in your tower.

You could only stare out the window, as the world outside these walls is always more captivating than this hellish nightmare. The gifts your captor provided were scattered and piled around the room. Most likely, collecting dust by now. You never once touched them. The window serves as your only source of salvation.

Does anyone know you’re up here? Do they even care to keep looking at this point? They probably think you’re dead by now.

If only you could have taken that jump when you had the chance.

France has had to stop you from taking your life a few times.

You ran your fingers over the bars of your cell at the memory. They’re much too sturdy to do anything with.

You’ve tried everything to get help. Sailing letters into the wind. Flushing them down the toilet. Even shouting into the wind. Don’t even count the many fights you’ve had with France over that key.

With the simple sound of a click, you knew that your captor was back. A single tear cascades down your cheek as you clutch the bars one last time.

Is there anyone out there who sees you?

Russia: The cage

You can't feel your legs much anymore. Much of anything, for that matter. The numbness and the cold have become all that you knew. At least that meant no Russia.

Today he was here. He was humming along to the tune playing just beyond your grasp while slowly working a soft brush through your hair. The air was still and musty as you sat there. You felt that even the dust was still.

"You know sunflower, today is a special day." Russia hummed. His voice was childlike and excited. It enthralled you, but you knew better than to just keep your mouth shut.

"Do you know what day it be?" He asked. Irritation began to bubble at this silly game he was playing. How could you tell the day? There are no windows. Not even a clock. Time is frozen here.

"Today be the day of our six-month anniversary," Russia exclaimed. "And since today is special, it's only natural that I bear a gift for you."

Before you can say anything, Russia pulls out a newsletter with you in the front. The letters of each word sinking in just a quick flash.

"Miss (Y/N),(L/N) pronounced dead as search ends."

China: Tracker

You found it. You finally found that damn tracker. It was buried in the skin behind your neck. You couldn't have felt more relieved. Holding on to the knife that you stole from the kitchen when China wasn't looking, you braced yourself. You knew what you had to do. Your one-way ticket out of here. You could do it.

Sucking in a breath, you pulled your hair to the side and got to work. It took some time, and it hurt like hell. But the chance of freedom was right there. Waiting for you to take hold.

When your fingers grazed the tracker, you were crying tears of joy...and pain. There was so much blood trickling to the floor, but you didn't care. You were getting out of here TONIGHT.

Once the tracker was out, you quickly threw it into the trash. Where the damned thing belonged. If you could, you would insert the tracker behind China's neck and see how he liked it. Unfortunately, you had more important things to do at the moment.

China was fast asleep and had no idea of what you were up to. You had to leave before he woke up.

With a new sense of freedom, you threw open the door and climbed out as fast as you could. Dashing into the night with nothing but the clothes on your back.

For the first time in months, you smiled.

You were finally free.

For now.

America: Dollhouse

"No. No. No. You got it all wrong. You're supposed to say, "Welcome home, honey." Let's try that again." He spoke to you through a microphone.

You only groan at the sensation of the shock he just administered. You didn't want another one, so you took a deep breath and put on your fake customer service smile before trying again. Anything to get this over with. Things were so much better when he was gone.

"Welcome home, hon-Ah fuck!" You screamed as he administered another shock. "What was that for?!"

America shook his head from side to side in a scolding manner. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. When are you going to do it right (Y/N)? How long must we continue this? More enthusiasm. You're happy to see your darling husband, remember?"

"How long are we going to do this for? Don't you have anything better to do?"

"Nothing's better than watching you, honey.~"

Canada: Medicine

"(Y/N), are you ready for your medication?"

You didn't respond. You usually didn't at this point. Too washed down by the constant stream of "medicine" that Canada provided for you. You only stared at him with a distant look in your eyes.

It pained him more than it pained you, he says. That he wished he didn't have to do this to you, but you were too much of a danger to yourself to be fully conscious. This was the only way to make sure you stayed.

When Canada got closer, you weakly tried to push him away, deepening his guilt. He knows you don't want this either, but he has to.

"Come on now, (Y/N). I do this all for you. You are the only thing that matters."

He rolled up your sleeve with delicate care. When his eyes caught sight of your arm, his shoulders dropped. Your arm was littered with tiny scars.

All from him.

He flicked the needle one last time before pricking your arm. He could see that as he pushed the drug into your system, your eyes would cloud over. Just as they always do. And when he was done, you'd slump over, and he'd catch you.

Every. Single. Time.

England: Lybrinth

There is no sense of time and place where you are now. Only what he desires.

Right now, you are having tea with a few of your friends, a white rabbit in a trench coat, a pink cat stirring their tea with their tail, and a small door mouse that loves cheese and crackers.

They were all you had while England was away.

You had stopped looking for an exit a long time ago. You cried for quite some time when you realized that there was truly no way out of this place. But over time, you've begun to accept it, and somewhere along the way, you've begun to feel in place among England's great creations. Things were better when he was happy. The scenery was much better this way.

Today was a special day. England had decided to visit.

The cattering stopped when they noticed his approach. You turned as well and lit up when you saw him. Finally, there was some human company.

"You came back for me."

He chuckled at your response. "Of course I would, darling."

When he plopped himself down in an empty chair and poured himself some tea, everything felt right. Like it was finally complete.

This was his world,

but also,

It was simple, really. Go out on a date with him, or he will make your brothers suffer.

You, being the dear little sister that you are, obeyed his offer. Of course you would. You love your brothers too much to put them in danger. And after all, it was only supposed to be one date. How bad could it really be?

With Russia, however, one is never enough.

No.

He takes.

The day before the date, Russia sent you a little gift. A dress that he insisted you wear. You had to stuff it under your mattress so your brothers wouldn't find out.

It fit perfectly.

The date was rather awkward to say the least. Russia didn't say a lot. He mostly stared. Gushing about how ravishing you looked in the gift he had tailored just for you.

You kept your conversations light. Talking mostly about your brothers.

It was expected. You did love your brothers dearly. Russia just knows that you'll share those feelings with him one day.

He'll make sure of it.

When you got home, your brothers were already waiting. Ready to investigate just where their little sister had run off to.

You try to brush it off. That it's no big deal. But when they hear that you were with Russia, both brothers know that this is, in fact, a big deal.

At the next meeting, your brothers are already on edge. Then Russia enters, and the brothers are ready to act. Romano slams his hands on the table.

"Hey, stay away from my sister, ya freak!"

Russia only smiles. The quiet, unsettling, kind. "Or else what?"

The room falls silent as Romano's anger simmers. You place a hand upon his. Something that doesn't go unnoticed. Russia watches with a calculating gaze.

The thing is, neither of your brothers is really in a position to fight Russia. He knows this. Russia sees the flaws in your brothers; Romano yells, and Italy cries when stressed.

In Russia's mind, they are not enough to keep you safe.

But he is.

So he begins to push boundaries.

He sits too close to you during meetings. Resting a hand behind your chair. Even walking you around the meeting halls.

"Such a delicate thing you are." He says one day, while brushing a stand of hair behind your ear. A shiver sends down your spine, and you quietly turn away.

Something your brothers notice almost immediately.

Italy might start clinging to you more in hopes that it would ward off Russia. Romano's temper doesn't settle, and he often screams at Russia. But Russia is persistent. Not to mention, pushy.

One day, almost too casually, Russia slides a document over to you. Romano snatches the thing before you can even glance at it. His face turns beet red.

"LIKE HELL YOU'RE GOING TO MARRY HER!"

Italy grabs it next. Paling at the words in fine print.

"You're...you're going to declare war if she doesn't?!"

The room turns on its head almost instantly. Waiting for your response.

You do the one thing that surprises them all;

You turn to your worried brothers and give them a soft smile. Almost like it pains you, but the cost of your brothers would be too great. So, you place your hand in Russia's.

He had expected it to tremble. For you to fear him. But it was steady. Like you already knew, and you weren't afraid. You would do whatever it took to save your brothers.

So struggle,

endure,

conflict.

For that alone is the sword of the ones who defy fate.

Your rivalry is anything but convenient. It struggles, it swells. It constricts but never breaks. Only...endures.

In the present day, your storm has anything but settled. stretched across history and grudges. And today, it's pushed.

The grand gala.

A time when the world spectates and wonders. Where nations can set aside their grievances and come together in a single moment. To feel human. Even if it's just for one night.

You arrived well late into the evening. Pretending not to care. You felt his gaze long before you found him. A history as tight as yours will do that naturally. The moments are tense as if the whole world has stopped its breath.

And then, as if fate has already decided, your song begins to play. The orchestra swells as if even time knows. It does. Memories overflow the two of you in a breath of time. When you weren't rivals but two young nations not yet aware of the cruelty of the world-of fate.

Your heart stops. Years of guardship fracturing just a crack as time flows.

Germany's steps are calculated. Not eager. Not controlling. But present. His eyes never leave your own.

Then, he stretches out his hand to you. As if the offering is harder than accepting. Your pulse betrays you when you lay your hand in his. No words are spoken, but he knows. He feels you.

Not even a breath is drawn from the world. Too reluctant to see fate unravel before their very eyes.

He doesn't handle you as if you're made of glass, but with the precision of a soldier afraid to cut themselves on their own blade. Their strong suit. Their weakness and strengths.

"Do you ever think...that in another world...we could have been something else?"

The words hang as the music swells. A ripple beneath armor worn for centuries.

"We only get this one." You answer. Your voice is uncrule, but just.

"Yes. Which is why we get to change this one."

An invitation.

A memorince.

A vow.

Spoken for just you.

The melody stretches on as the two of you intertwine. The world forgotten for a single moment. Destiny, set aside. The world speculates and endorses. How history has not changed, but shaped the two of you. This moment.

As the song dies down and the song ends, the words are still present. Not fragile. Not easily spoken and definitely not granted. Earned. Respected. Like an equal refusing to bend to honesty and cruel destiny.

And then, just as reality began to slip back into place. Where nations abide by responsibility and sacrifice that no human could ever fathom. Your masks slip back into place, and he lets you go. His fingers lingered just a second longer than practicalities. Unspoken longing-desire. Ones that would never be shared aloud. Forbidden.

He was lost in the oceans of your eyes. Canada had wished, just for a moment, that those eyes would only be focused on him. '

Without even realizing it, he was already talking to you. If only he could have recalled what he had just said to you...

However, your blushing smile made it all the more worth it.

He has to have it

Then there was your voice. A sweet melody that chirped through his ears like that first sip of coffee on a crisp morning.

It was then and there that he swore that you would be his.

It was cute, really. You were so shy. So reserved. You'd stick to the walls and sit silently in meetings as you waited for the chaos to pass. He'd sneak over, both of you undetected and forgotten by the rest of the world. Sometimes he'd offer special treats from his lands, and others, just his soft company. It wasn't long before the two of you became close.

You'd stick to him like he was the last thing on earth. Your only pillar in a field of uncertainty. And he liked it that way. The dependency. The way you always came up to him and asked his opinion. Include him in your little world. A world for just the two of you.

Days together were bliss. He'd invite you over often. Just the two of you. Watching the snowy mountains over a cup of tea. Days like this, he wished, could last forever.

Maybe they could.

The idea would brush over him often in waves. At first subtle, then the images increased. More descriptive. More overbearing.

Canada would lie in bed, wishing you were beside him. He'd reach over the empty side of the bed or cuddle a stuffed animal, imagining it was you. If you were so scared of the world, why not shelter you from it?

And so, he started planning.

It'd start out small. Just a little sedative in your tea so you'd be too tired to go home that night. He'd watch for hours and softly brush your hair while you slept. Admiring the curve of your cheeks. The soft plump of your lips. Would it be bad if he kissed you? Would you mind if he did? Or would your cheeks flush that intoxicating red that you often wear? Eyes sparkling with wonder.

But soon, just spending the night wasn't enough. He wanted more.

One night, while you slept peacefully on the couch, Canada would install new locks. Locks that could only be opened by him. The windows sealed and replaced with thick curtains. This would be your world now. Just the two of you.

When you woke the next morning, still groggy from the sedatives, you'd find the new changes strange. Maybe he just wanted more privacy. When you tried to leave, Canada was already standing by the doorway. A fresh cup of tea in his hands.

Germany is going to need a lot of help from his brothers and Hungary in figuring out how to take care of you. He won't let you down though. You're his responsibility now so it's up to him to figure it out.

Being the youngest of his brothers, he's never taken care of a younger sibling either and is very insecure about just how to bring you up. Especially if you're a girl. He'll need a lot of reassurance and help from Hungary and Prussia.

Even as you get older, Germany will be very protective of you. He knows firsthand that the world can be a dangerous place if you're not careful. Germany will do anything to ensure your safety. Even becoming your escort or asking Prussia with the task if he's too busy. Much to your annoyance.

He doesn't want you to grow awkward or shy of the world so he will allow you friends that only he approves. Most likely his own friends like Japan and Italy. The girls may have approval for you to hang out with too but you're pushing him on that one.

He'll be very strict with you just as he is with everyone and you're expected to follow them. Training and education is a must. He won't allow you to be weak.

You do challenge him from time to time, demanding more freedom and less hovering. Germany is quick and only tightens his reigns on you more. You need to understand that you’re his colony and only he can provide, protect, and care for you. If he has to punish you with extra laps and confinements to your room then so be it.

Due to your conflicting views, the two of you would frequently get into arguments. Making Germany wonder where he’s gone wrong in your upbringing. Maybe teaching you to read was a bad idea. And when he sees you getting friendly with Russia, he's over the edge. No way in hell are you going to associate with that man!

That's when the real fights will begin.

One night, you storm out of his house after an argument, and where do you go? Straight to Russia's side. He understands you. Your taste for freedom, and he'll help you. If you let him. Like Ursula, Russia will lure you in with promises of freedom. Lies laced in every word. If Germany doesn't take action soon, he'll lose you.

So what's Germany to do? Laws and military occupation. He'll up his protection on you and show Russia that you're off limits. Tightening his grip on you.

You won't be allowed to attend meetings with him anymore, and after that little stunt, you won't be going out much in general either. Your own friends are also his friends, so.... they can't be trusted. They'll just report anything you say back to him.

You'll become frustrated and feel like everyone is against you. Except Russia. These days, he feels like your only true friend, and when he catches word of what's happening, Russia can't contain his smile. You're falling for him. Holding onto his every lie. Truth is, He's really only using you to chip away at Germany's morale, and it's working. So well that when he comes to break you out of your room, you jump into his arms without a second thought. Running away in the dead of night.

Germany really doesn't know what to do. The you he's fostered all these years feels like a thing of the past. Replaced by your rebellious spirit.

"Rebellious." the words stick to him like a hot knife. This is all that it has to be. Just a rebellious phase. Every kid goes through it eventually. Germany could handle that, but bringing Russia into your rebellion is no joke. It has to stop.

So when he sees you striding through the doors with Russia trailing behind you, and he receives your declaration of independence, Germany finally has had enough of your little games. You want to see the worst of him? See what it's really like to go up against him? He'll show you.

He didn't want to do this, but you left him with no choice. He wasn't going to lose you to Russia.

The war was long and grueling, with Russia supporting your every move, but when push came to shove, he left you. Left you in the fray of a losing battle and at the mercy of your former caregiver.

So here you lie now. At Germany's feet. Battered, beaten, and broken. He won't deliver the final blow. He thinks you've seen now. Russia was never your friend. Germany will pick up your disheveled form and declare the war to be over. He won. Your rebellion is over.

Didn't you see it from the beginning? Of course not. You're still so naive. Still in need of his guidance. Let this be a reminder that the world is a cruel place. That you need him to protect you.

He'll cling and cry about how much he misses you. Your friends look at you in confusion over this mysterious man, while you can only freeze in fear. The one person you never wanted to see again was here. In the flesh.

Italy will lecture you about how lonely he was without you. It was cruel of you to run off in the middle of the night when he was away. He needs you, ya know!

Your friends laugh as Italy tries to drag you away, but you're mortified. You don't want to go back with the deranged man. You've fought so hard to get away from him and managed to avoid him for months. You'll try to scream for help, but your friends don't take you seriously. How could they? Italy just looks so cute as he pouts. They all think he's just an ex-lover of yours.

When you two are alone, however, Italy's real colors begin to show. The side that only you know. The part of him you're terrified of.

His once-honey-glow eyes turn dark, and his usual cheerful smile falls. His grip on you never loosens. How dare you run away from him? From the happy life he could have provided for you. When he says your name, you can't help but shudder in fear. You've pulled a stunt that can't be forgiven, and now, you must be punished.

Japan:

You've appeared in his dreams every night from the day you went missing. Like a phantom haunting his memories, you've managed to carve yourself into the fabrics of his mind. Leaving him helplessly tossing and turning throughout the night. Dreaming of having you in his arms again.

Your abandonment will haunt him.

When Japan hits the streets, he can't help but hopelessly search the sea of people he passes just to catch a glimpse of you somewhere in the distance. The day he finally spots you, his whole world stops.

There you were. Just as radiant as the first day he saw you. His heart wouldn't lie to him. It was you. He was certain of it.

Japan won't approach you right away. No. He'll stick close and follow you in the shadows. Watching your every move as his heart soars with anticipation.

He'll do this for a little while. Following you all the way back to your home. It's a cute little villa in the city. Surrounded by noisy neighbors. No matter. He is The Japan after all. If they want to dig their noses in places they don't belong, he can handle them.

As punishment for running away from him, Japan is going to play around with you for a little bit.

It'll start with a note at your doorstep. "Miss me?", it'll read.

Next, he'll take to stealing little trophies from you. Just like he's done when his obsession first started. This time, however, it won't be small things like your toothbrush or some clothes, but important things. Things that he needs to bring you back home. Like your passport.

You'll feel powerless as he slowly closes in on you again. You'll try to run away. Packing your things up in the middle of the night and running off. That's when he'll close in on you. You must be anxious and ready to come back home. So, the chase will begin, and this time, Japan will be sure to win.

Germany:

Germany is not a man you want to be messing with. How you managed to sneak past him and get away from this top military warrior is a fascinating mystery. One that he'll be sure won't happen again.

He'll use all his tactics to search the surrounding areas for you. When he comes up empty, he's at a loss. How did you manage to escape him so quickly? Where could you have gone?

Just when he'd seem to have given up hope. When it seemed you'd vanished into thin air, his prayers had been answered because there you were. You looked as beautiful as the night you left him. Careless and stunning.

It had to be you. No doubt about it. You were currently nestled in a quaint coffee shop...with some man holding your hands from across the table.

Germany couldn't think. You left him in the dead of night for this? Without much thought, he stormed in, and before you could react, your lover was shot.

Screams could be heard from all around you as people scampered to leave. You could only watch in horror as your friend slumped over the table. When your gaze moved to the man who shot him, it was too late. You were already being pulled from your chair and out of the coffee shop. Silent tears slowly trickled down your cheeks as the weight of what just happened began the settle in.

Scream and cry all you want. His police will take care of it, and they're not here to save you. Not when you're against the most powerful man in the country. They wouldn't dare go against him.

When you finally could speak, your words came out choppy and full of fear. "Wh-where are we-we going?" You didn't dare speak up more than a squeak, but it was enough to be heard by the man pulling you along with a tight grip.

Did Russia have any idea what you were up to when you went to the bars alone? Maybe. Usually, you'd go out with the girls. Safety in numbers, he presumed. He would know. He watches you all the time. This time, however, you had gone alone. You wanted to be seen. To be discovered by some lowly man for the night.

As if Russia would let you do that.

To Russia however, your little mistake was a dream come true. Finally, there was proof that somewhere deep within your heart, you loved him too! He's only dreamed of having you in his bed since he first laid eyes on you all those years ago and last night---it was more than he could have ever imagined. Every curve. Every little mole and scar. Even the sound of your heavenly moans would forever be embedded in his memory. To be treasured and cherished, just as you so rightfully deserve. /

So when he saw you the next day picking your clothes off the floor like an unwanted whore, he frowned. There's no way he was going to throw you away like that.

"Why do you be doing that? Why not come here and let the warmth of mother russia keep you safe?'

You had to pause in your tracks as fragments of last night's affairs passed through your mind. The fridgesness of the the cold air nippling your body as you drew your gaze to Russia's open arms; Tempted by desperation to draw in closer.

The two of you were one of the same. Lonely patrons with nothing by an awkward friendship and eachother.

You know you shouldn't, but temptation got the better of you and you came crawling right back into his arms. Leaving your clothes discarded on the carpet one more time.

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Russia in hindsight, wouldn't see your actions as a mistake, nor would he allow you to. He's not something to be used and discarded. Not by you. Russia is going to treat you as if the two of you are now a couple. Whether you want to or not. It's too late to turn back now.

You could only send a drunken glare his way.

"You know this is all your fault. You have no one to blame but yourself." He added.

"I'd rather fuck the devil than spend one night in your bed." You slyly threw his way before downing another shot.

"No need to darling, it seems the he has already had its fun toying with you."

You glare hardened. You'd ask for him to be removed but he's already paid off the bartender and bouncers. "I know this all you, so cut the crap. You just have your dick bent because I turn you down flat."

"You really should slow down on the drinking my love or the next thing to leave you will be your good name. Now all you can manage to spit out is lies and batters."

"You'll never take my last name from me." You grumbled, sinking into your chair.

"We'll see to that, love. You know charades don't stretch for eternity."

Japan:

Have you had anything to eat today? How often have you drunk water today. You really have lost the motivation to care for yourself ever since you lost the baby.

The two of you were so happy when you were expecting. Japan was beginning to think that you were finally coming around to him. You even hand-painted the nursery. That was until the faithful day you two were told that the baby didn't have a heartbeat.

It was like you gave up entirely. Creating a beautiful grave in the backyard for the child you never got to have did nothing to ease your pain.

Japan sighed as he came home to see you've made no effort to get out of bed today again. You only laid there snuggling a stuffed bear dressed in the clothing you wanted to bring the baby home in.

He was worried about you. He knows this is hard. It's hard for him too. Japan was so excited to have the opportunity to start a new chapter of his life with you. He even tried to consult England to see If maybe a spell could do something to ease your pains, but there were none. In fact, this was a common occurrence for countries. Personifications just can't have children like normal humans.

"It's a lovely day today. Maybe (B/N) would like it if we visit them today?" Japan offered; Trying to cheer you up.

You made an indication of his presence other than a sad grunt.

"It's almost summer now. We could go out and pick some beautiful summer flowers for them too. I bet the new scenery would make them very happy." He continued. Hopeing that something will motivate you.

Slowly, you got up. The bags under your eyes were sunken and dark. You were obviously crying today. Japan slowly made his way over in careful strides. He didn't want to set you off. Occasionally, you'd yell about how this was all his fault. That the stress of being held captive was what killed your baby.

That stung him more than anything. If it was true, Japan hadn't taken his responsibilities as your husband seriously enough and let your health slip because of his own feelings. Due to that, he caused you to lose your baby.

You made no effort to fight him today. For the first time since you had the operation to rid your womb of your passed child, he embraced you softly. You didn't even struggle.

"We'll get through this together."

France:

His darling...is depressed? No, no, no this won't do. This is not what was supposed to happen. You were supposed to dive right into his arms and see that this was the perfect thing for the both of you. Now nothing will keep you two apart. You'll be safe from this dirty world and he, your valiant prince, saved you.

He understands that change can be a difficult task for some and takes your tantrums with patience, but laying in the same spot for hours crying? That won't do. Don't you see darling? This is a good thing. You'll never have to worry about the world outside these walls ever again and nothing will ever hurt you. It's just the two of you now.

France will question everything that could be out of place and not to your liking, besides himself or his actions. He's only following his heart. He knows that the world can be a terrible place and he only wishes to shelter you from it. Just give it some time. You'll see. This is a good thing.

He'll do anything and everything within his power to see that beautiful smile again. Do you wish for jewelry? Or maybe some art supplies? What about a new craft that you've been wanting to try? France will provide you with everything, besides your freedom.

America:

Things haven't been the same since he found you again. It was very sneaky of you to hit him over the head and run into the night. Luckily, it takes more than just a hit in the head to take down a nation, and with all his friends in the F.D.A., it didn't take long to bring you back to him; Kicking and screaming.

You had nowhere to run. No one to turn to when running up against America. The police were on his side and your friends were long dead. Courtesy of your one and only. The only thing you could do in a last-ditch effort of retaliation was to cry.

No one was coming to save you, your 'hero', was already by your side And besides, how many times have you tried and failed to outwit him now?

America is no fool, He can see the pain he's caused you, but frankly, he's gone too far in this to turn back now. The damage has already been dealt, and if you continue to avoid him, deny your destiny, there will only be more.

He'll try to talk to you himself but when he's only met with more tears and screams, he'll be in the best psychologist money can buy.

The villagers were all over him too. Followed by gifts and stories of how they've never met someone from "The vast oceans", as they put it. You and your people have never left the island you resided on. It was strange how he even got here in the first place, but it sure was exciting.

Germany didn't know how to feel about it all. He wasn't sure what he was to expect, but this sure wasn't it. He couldn't deny the warmth he felt in his chest as he was pulled left and right by happy, curious people. Or was that just his nervousness? Germany was afraid that this was all a ruse. He made sure to keep his guard up just to be sure, but nothing ever happened. The only thing that came from you was curiosity and excitement. It strangely reminded of Italy and he wasn't sure how to feel about it.

There was one thing he was sure of though; If you are this open to everyone, you'll get eaten alive by the others. His experience with them says so.

Your culture's choice of clothing was another story. It was much more revealing than anything. Your breasts were only covered by a see-through lace top for crying out loud. To say he was a flustered mess was an understatement and judging by the other's exposed state, this was just how your people dressed. Stating that it's in your culture to be proud of the body your family has passed down to you over many generations didn't help either: However, very interesting.

This side of you would definitely be taken advantage of by the others.

The flustered drag through your home was strangely pleasant. How can it not when a cute girl is pulling you around to show you everything? When it was his turn to share all he knew about "The Vast Ocean" you were all wide-eyed and smiled. You couldn't fathom that there were actually other islands beyond the sea. It was honestly adorable in Germany's eyes.

He had taken it upon himself to check out all that you had to offer and set up trade deals and contracts with him. Did he take advantage of you? Maybe a little. You were just so interested in all the strange things he had brought from his lands that you just had to have them.; and see more.

When Germany had to leave you had insisted on coming along. Intrigued about what else this strange visitor had to offer. Much to his strange excitement. There was just something so innocently calming about having you around. He honestly thought of you as a puppy sometimes the way you were excited about the most mundane things. It was so adorable.

As time went on the two of you become close friends with Germany looking over you any way he could. To the others, you looked like a newly discovered colony that Germany had taken under his wing.

He kind of liked that idea. That way, you couldn’t be taken by another, more harmful, nation. You and your people wouldn’t stand a chance. If fact, you barely had anything to protect yourself and had almost no sense of danger.

He had to protect you. He doesn't know why he personally feels so strongly about protecting someone he hardly knows, but he does. Maybe because he sees himself in you from a time he was an innocent boy? He feels the need to protect your innocence; A gift he wasn't lucky enough to receive.

Your curiosity in the other nations unsettles him. Why can't those curious eyes and perfect smile be reserved for only him? An unfamiliar feeling will carve its way into Germany's heart anytime he sees you so much as conversing with another country. Too much uneasiness eating away at him over your safety.

Germany, as your first and closest friend in the new world, will advise you to keep your distance from the others. He'll reveal their horror stories of the past if it means planting a seed of doubt and fear of the others. His arms are warm though. Germany is your friend. He'll keep you safe.

Germany will slowly pull you closer into his arms as he grows your distance from the others. You'll grow fearful of the others. They're dangerous and are capable of a great deal of harm to you and your people, but don't worry, Germany's here. He'll protect you.

You'll grow cautious of others and the outside world. Taken by German's advice. Something he's proud of. How quickly you've grown to trust his every whim. He'll most certainly take advantage of that.

As he feeds off your fears, Germany will slowly bring in the reins around you. Trading with others will have to go through him first, for example. You wouldn't want to bad deal and jeopardize the well-being of your people, would you? Let him help you. Germany has never steered you wrong before.

Alliances with others is a no-go, waaaaaay off the table. If you had others, you wouldn't rely on him so dependently. Germany can't stand that thought. He'll do anything to keep you under his control.

Things would have been easier for you if you had just said yes to his initial proposal, but Russia sees that you like to play hard to get. He'll play along with you for a little while. He does need to quell this spirit of yours if you are to submit to him.

He won't hold back from you either. You'll receive every stone-cold, terrible part of him as he tears you apart. He is your lover, after all, you should be familiar with every part of him. Good, and bad.

He'll rage through your streets like a cruel winter storm. There will be no survivors. Russia will make sure of it. He'll slaughter men, women, and children by the millions to get his point across to you.

Defilement will only give you a greater loss.

Russia will break you down. He'll nearly crumble your great nation and reduce you to a disheveled, weak little thing. No matter your previous standing in the world. He'll make sure of it. You'll be in ruins with no one to run to but his cold, cruel arms.

If he has to break you down personally to get his point across then he will. Russia loves you that much~<3

You'll be begging at his feet for forgiveness; for salvation. And he will. If you sign your marriage registration form.

You'll never be restored to your former glory again. That privilege is long gone. He likes you like this too much; sprawled out on the ground to his will. The fate of your people is in his hands now, and if you don't wish to see a repeat of his cruelty, you'll be a good wife to him.

You don't have a choice.

Germany:

So, now you know. Now you cruelly know there's no escaping him.

Germany didn't want to do this. All you had to do was hand yourself over to him and things would have been fine. So if there's anyone to blame for all of this nonsense, it's you.

You knew things were over for you the day that he threw you over his back. You had sorely lost the war. It was a good effort on your end. Even if Germany wasn't giving it his all in order to preserve your delicate nation. Your hard nature might have been what drew Germany in from the beginning. Always fighting for what you think is right. Well, you'll see. You'll find that being married to Germany won't be such a bad and scary thing as you may think it will be.

Despite his intimidating nature, Germany is known for soft spots and he inevitably shares that soft nature with you. Even if you want to be so difficult and reject him. You just have to get to know him. And you'll have all the time in the world to get to know Germany once you're in his hands.

Now with this war thing you decided to throw at him, you will be entirely his.

This is all your fault, you know. Don't forget that. This war won't be on his hands. All the unnecessary deaths you cause will be your responsibility. Things didn't have to go so far if you had just said yes in the first place.

Germany took no please in this little fuss you decided to throw either. He'll worry every day and night that you two fight. Did you get hurt? Did you have enough to eat today? Are you taking care of yourself, or are you cruelly stretching yourself out due to your own stubbornness?

For the first time in a long time, America was entertained. He was determined to finally catch this sweet little killer and bring you to the light of justice.

He was hooked from your first story when your kill was broadcast on the morning news. Cupid's Fallen Angel had left a corrupt banker in a pool of his own blood behind a floozy bar. A heart caved into his cheek and a red lipstick kiss planted on the right side of his neck. Articles of his misdeeds left behind for all to discover spread out over his body.

Three weeks later Cupid's Fallen Angel strikes again. An insurance company CEO was poisoned with hydrofluoric acid. America could only grimace in sympathized pain for the poor man. It must have been an agonizing death as he read over your second kill. That was until he caught why you had targeted this man.

The insurance CEO was responsible for sleazy deals that left millions without coverage when they needed it most. Basically throwing them out to their financial deaths.

As time went on, his own police were left astray time and time again as you slipped right through their fingers and seized more victims. America could only read in awe as one after another you would slay these rotten demons. Each kill was unique in its own way from stabbings to arson. All left with your signature mark.

It wasn't uncommon. There were plenty of killers in the world who had pure-hearted motives that he could somewhat sympathize with. They, like him, were just trying to bring justice to a world full of corruption. America understood your cause and slowly began to see you as the antihero you were. His beautiful little angel of judgment. He just needed to show you the path to righteousness.

There were so many nights where America would find a stay hand unbuttoning his pants as he read over your latest marks. So many nights he would dream of you under him. In his bed. He'd fight but endeavor in the end to dominate you. The nights would be everlasting, but passionate.

He needed you. He had to have you.

So, how does one catch a killer? String yourself as the killer's next victim of course. And so, here he was, playing as if you were the one having their way with him. America even got you to lead him to his apartment.

His heart couldn't have been beating any harder than when he finally had you under him. In his bed of all places. Just as he's dreamed. America could feel his heart racing as he trailed hungry kisses over your tender body. You were finally here, in the flesh.

Time seemed to have moved slowly as he could feel you reach down to pull out the dagger you had strapped to your thigh. You were about to make your strike upon him. That was until America pulled out a trick of his own.

A syringe was quickly pricked into your neck and his serum was pushed through your veins. His own sickening laugh ruptured through the apartment suite as he watched your helpless body squirm underneath him. His free hand cupped your cheek as he watched the fight slowly leave your eyes as you fell unconscious.

America also loves to show his affection in public. He just goes over the moon and people see how much of a lovely couple you are. An old couple made a comment about how the two of you remind them of their young years, he'll be thinking about that the rest of the day. Of course, you need to be conditioned to be outside first without disobeying him.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get for their darling?

Very dirty. Although he has connections. He has no need to get his own hands dirty. He needs to remain clean for his people after all. Those you know will disappear by a phantom in the night either by imprisonment from planted evidence or just straight up turn up missing and dead in a ditch.

It'll be horrifying for you as soon you'll have no one to run to but him. Run from him, and you'll go missing too.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

America would treat you as if you were an old married couple. He'd drag you around everywhere he goes. He wants you used to being by his side as soon as possible. If you misbehave, he'll hate to isolate you in the basement until you learn your place.

I really could only see America mocking you if he won you over after a war or if he foiled an escape attempt. He'd be standing over you, gloating about he's smarter and stronger than you. How you belong to him now.

Darling: Aside from aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling's will?

America strives to be the perfect couple. Many things from touching to dragging you around in public would be much against your will.

He's a very handsy man. America will most likely have his hands on you at all times whether it's and hand in yours, sitting you in his lap as he works, or a hand on your waist pulling you close.

You'll grow used to it eventually. It's not like you can go anywhere

Exposed: What are they to do if their obsession was ever found out?

America is pretty delusional and doesn’t see his affections with you as a problem.

If someone else is to catch wind of his added affection towards you, America will use influences and power in the world to keep them quiet. Or at least away from you. There’s no need for them to unintentionally ruin his relationship with you by spreading false accusations. Intimidation and threats are America’s go-to in this case. He’d want to keep them quiet in fear of you discovering his feelings.

If you were to get scared or begin avoiding him, then America will up his antics in “protecting” you. This will include, most likely, kidnapping. He just knows that you just need a little more time to see things his way. It may have been much earlier than America had hoped, but what can be done?

Fight: How much would they fight for their darling?

America is a man who cares a lot about his image. He’s worked hard to ensure that others perceive him as a heroic idol that many can look up to and aspire to be. However, he does have a lot of resources.

The two of you will have more Instagram-worthy nights than anyone. He can’t help but fall more in love with you as the two of you giggle along at the excitement of the next party.

He absolutely loved going out to party with you, until that one terrible night.

Someone scumbag had managed to catch you when you were alone and try to put himself on you. It wasn’t until America heard your screaming crying pleads did he finally found you.

That night would be glued into America’s mind forever. Especially the image of you; terrified teary eyes, shaking, and the top of your dress ripped. Ruined by some dirty asshole.

Safe to say, that man had to be carried out on a stretcher and America had to make a plea for acting in defense. It doesn’t take much for the whole thing to get sweated away when he’s the America though.

Before that horrible night, he never once thought much about just how dangerous those places were they’d party out. Everyone was always drunk out of their minds and creepers lurked around amongst the mist of them. Just waiting for the chance to drab some helpless girl. It terrified America thinking of how easy it was for that dirty man to get you away from him. He needed to do better than that. He won’t let anything like that happen again.

He’d be clingier than before. Was he always so pushy about hanging out with you? If you say anything about it, America will argue that he just wants to make sure you’re safe. You would take his word for it, but something about the demanding glint in his eyes really puts you off.

When you finally get a breath of fresh air by somehow getting a party plan passed America. You were just trying to enjoy yourself with your girlfriends when a pissed off blonde figure comes out of nowhere and drags you out. Don’t bother screaming for help. It only took one look over to the bouncer did you know; he’s in on this too.

Russia:

It’s not a huge surprise that Russia would be one have an obsession over this kind of darling either. Russia is a man who often comes from a home of silence and suspicion. Someone who’s spicy and full of life would be the perfect kind of darling to fill Russia’s lonely heart. The only thing is he’s rather selfish and would rather have you shower him with all of your energy rather than sharing it with others.

Russia won’t be one to jump to kidnapping you surprisingly. Not right away at least. You just look like you’re having so much fun that he wants to join in too. The only problem is when you’re over six feet tall and are awkward as hell the whole club is tense. Not that Russia looming over you hells either.

You, bless your heart, may try to jock it up to Russia just having the nervous butterflies about going out to a club the first time and take him to a smaller club. When that doesn’t help, you try to argue to go without him since clubbing is really not his thing, but he insists on going with you.

Try to sneak out to a club without him and some during your stay you’ll feel a sudden presence and hot breath trickling down your neck. Turn around, and he right there with a childish smile plastered on his face saying about how silly you forgot about him. Hell do this as many times as it takes to show you that wherever you go, he goes.

Your fire for clubs may start to dwindle at this point. It’s just not as fun to go out when Russia is all over you. Not that just cutting off clubbing would get Russia to leave you alone. He’s just excited for the next adventurous thing you’d love to do.

It's also a good thing in Russia's mind that you grew out of partying... Those places were full of untrustworth people who were undeserving of your time. Why not just spend some more time together? Russia doesn't like to share, so independent acivities are much more Russia's speed anyways.

China:

Yeah, been there and done that already. Trust him on this one but partying is not really all that glamorous as movies make them seem. They're gross and people usually get hurt. Not to mention, the people who attend them are not always the cleanest. As a respected country, China knows that you need to be better than that.

China will see you as someone who reminds him of his past self. He's made lots of mistakes in his upbringing. Even if he hates to admit it. He needs to guide his wife to be a perfect, etiquite, darling and partying isn't marticulous of your time and energy. In fact, if anything, it only smudges your beauty. Don't fret though, China is going to fix you.

No more partying for you. He's made that mistake in the past and he will not let you repeat that awful lession. China is much older and more expericed than you and he will hold that over your head as being all knowing. Much to your annoyance. You can try to sneak up, but somehow, just as you're about to leave, it's like a que that China always shows up. If your try to rufuse China's company over parties he'll throw a fit and may even become a bit foreful.

In China's eyes, you're much like a child who needs constant supervison. If you keep trying to ditch him to sneak out to parties then he'll take matters into his own hands. He'll move you in to his place eventually seeing as you can't be trusted without his guidence.

China will become heavy on your lessions in order to shape you into his ideal wife. They'll be long and tiring, but most importanly, you can't say no. He's only trying to preserve your reputation as a nation. It's not a good image if his wife is a party animal going out and getting drunk every weekend.

Not to mention that China doesn't have the greatest history with drugs. The whole ordeal with England really damered his outlook on drugs and alcohol. If he's not allowing himself to partake than neither will you. China is well aware of the struggles of setting good habits but don't worry, he'll be here to help you every step of the way. If you've been good and doing well in your lessions, then China will paper you with all kinds of homemade goods and goodies. Desrespect his rules and China will be forced to keep you under lock and key with harshed lessions until you learn your place as his wife.

France:

Did you say party? France loves a good party. He'll be more than happy to come along with you rather he asked you or not. How did he even know you were going to a party tonight, you ask? That doesn't matter. You can't go to a party without someone. It would be so lonely without your darling companion to accompany you. Besides, what if you need a steady ride home or just need your hair tied back and he wasn't there to help you?

France can't stand the idea that some dirty person might try to take his place as your loyal companion. He worked too hard to jeopardize that. Not to mention that as someone who does a little partying himself, he'd know all the good spots for Instagram-worthy nights out in the city of France. Nothing like VIP treatment to better your partying experience.

Much like America, he didn't mind the partying at first. It was what made you your spunky self. However, darling, these places are starting to look too dirty for a fine diamond like yourself. Why don't the two of you just stay at his place and enjoy the Franch night on the terrace together over a few glasses of wine?

England:

How he could ever fall for a person like you is beyond anyone's best guess. You're his complete opposite. While he'd rather be relaxed at home with his favorite book and a cup of tea, you're right at home in the loudest of crowds.

Maybe his younger self loved your carefree and wild personality. He was quite the teenage dirtbag during his punk phase himself. However now that he's older that's all behind him. You're too old to be acting like this anymore. It's time you became more like a proper young lady and he sees it upon himself to guide you.

You'll be woken up one early morning with him at your front door. He doesn't care how early in the morning it is nor how much you protest. You're going to learn to be a proper lady whether you like it or not.

Before you know it, you're dragged out of your house and forced to live with him. All in the same day, you'll be forced into a marriage contract. Seems like your boos thought it would be a wonderful idea to go over your head and agree to the profound man.