Moments [Hetalia x Reader]

35. Doll

2p Hetalia and human AU.

Warning: Violence

Theme:

1. Doll

The rain poured down harshly as footsteps echoed outside. The dark and gloomy weather did nothing but dampen people's mood. A large man walked to the door of a small, worn-out shop. He opened the door, a light jingle from a bell sounded as he walked in. The man was very tall. He had red eyes and black hair. He wore a red scarf and a dark black overcoat with red trim.

He had an intimidating stature as he calmly looked around the shop.

"(Y/n)," his deep voice grumbled, "Come out."

A giggle echoed eerily.

The clicking of shoes on the hard floor was heard as a figure appeared in the doorway, behind the marble counter. The figure was hard to see in the dim light however the man knew who it was.

"Hello, Viktor," she said, coming into view.

This woman or girl really is known as (Y/n) (L/n) or The Doll by some of her customers.

"I suppose you want the usual order?" she inquired.

Viktor nodded. She smiled and disappeared into the back. She was known as The Doll due to her innocent behaviour and looks. She had glassy (e/c) eyes, silky (h/c) hair and smooth porcelain skin that looked as though it had been painted over for colour. She frequently wore a gothic lolita style dress that had black frills decorating them and knee-high black boots.

(Y/n) came back with boxes balanced in her arms. She settled them down in front of him.

"You know the usual price," her eyes glinted.

"Of course,"

She sold a variety of items. Weapons to food rations and her most infamous, poison and venom. From lethal doses to something that will only paralyze. She didn't usually dabble with drugs, no, that was Xiao's thing, but she did know how to use them in effective ways to create deadlier things.

Viktor reached into his pocket and pulled out the correct amount of money. He slid it over and picked up the boxes.

"Goodbye," he said shortly.

(Y/n) waved goodbye with a smirk.

~~~

(Y/n) glanced outside as the rain stopped. She didn't normally go outside but it seemed pleasant enough today since the rain stopped. She didn't have many people come to her today which normal. She slowly walked out of her shop and closed the entrance.

Her shoes made a clicking sound as she walked on the cobblestone ground. She lived just at the edge of the main city so it was quite a walk to get any near the main, busy areas of the city. She looked around, observing the city. Soon, she reached the main supermarkets in the city.

Peeking into a small alleyway, she looked just in time to see two men, one raising his fists angrily. The other man was someone she knew, Xiao. It seemed like Xiao's customer was trying to cheat him into selling his drugs at a lower price. Before the fight could evolve further, she casually rounded the corner of the alleyway and threw a dart at the man.

He dropped like a fly, paralyzed.

"Hello, Xiao," she greeted as though she didn't just throw a dart at someone.

"Hey, cutie," he winked.

"As flirtatious as ever, Xiao," she nodded, "Still selling your drugs as well?"

"You know me so well," he smirked, "Would you happen to have any of those syringes?"

She rolled her eyes and tossed him a sterile syringe from one of her bags.

"By the way, he isn't dead, just paralyzed," she said as she began to make her way out of the alleyway.

"Thanks, dolly!"

(Y/n) smiled and left. She walked around the puddles that were present on the road. The day was pleasant so far, hopefully, it wouldn't take a turn for the worst.

~~~

F**k life. No, really f**k life.

(Y/n) sighed in annoyance as this screaming child tried to flirt with her. She was probably (XX) years older than him and yet, still. She knew she looked younger than she actually was but this insolent child still didn't get the hint when she told him for the umpteenth time, "Go away."

"But-" he began before a bloody bat punctured with nails knocked him out or perhaps killed him.

"Hey, Dollface," the perpetrator said.

(Y/n) looked up at him, "Allen, a pleasure to see you as always."

He snorted, "Yeah, it's like every f**king time I see you, you're always being hit on my some a**hole or creep."

"I wouldn't say that's wrong," she replied.

"Allen!" someone yelled.

(Y/n) walked five steps away from the said person who was being called and then looked at the person who was yelling. It turned out to be Oliver, Allen's half brother.

"Where did you run off to? We were so worried!" Oliver began.

"Yeah, yeah," Allen rolled his eyes.

Oliver was about to continue before his eyes landed on (Y/n).

"Oh, (N/n)! I was looking for you earlier."

"For the ricin and botulinum, right?" she asked, reaching into her bag.

"Yes, poppet," he pulled out some money and the two exchanged.

"As always, be careful with them," her eyes flashed, "I wouldn't want news that you died later."

"Don't worry, I know my way around them," Oliver's eyes swirled blue and pink.

End! 

I've never written 2p Russia and 2p China before so here's my attempt at it. I've neglected to mention for the past 35 chapters but you're allowed to request sequels to certain themes. Some people have already done so but I realize I've never actually addressed it. Thanks for reading!

Sequel: 38. Sharp