Once Upon A Century {Hetalia Fanfictions}

You love him | Fruk

MATURE CONTENT AHEAD: Swearing and description of violence, don't like don't proceed on reading!
Yandere!Nyo!France X England | A bit of Usuk

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Francine was in love. Her heart beat out of her chest every second she spent with the man she loved. She couldn't stop thinking about him. He lived in the house next door to him, so she always watched him through her window. He was perfect in every way, and Francine couldn't want him more. Eventually, they became a couple, and all was well. Sure she did get a bit... possessive... at times, constantly threatening his friends. Painting 'stay away from him' on their walls, in red paint, sometimes cutting them while they slept. Other than that, the relationship was flawless, until she noticed her lover getting a little to close to another, Francine wouldn't tolerate that. She always kept an eye on his social media, and when she saw posts of her lover with the other person, she was furious. This had to be stopped. Francine decided to interrogate her lover, tying him to a chair in her basement while he was asleep. "Bonjour, Arthur~" she cooed, a psychotic grin on her face as she twisted a knife in her hand.

Arthur was completely unaware the French woman had been stalking him everywhere and checking his social media so he had nothing to worry about, the Brit went to sleep not hearing his window slowly opening letting the chilly wind into the room. Arthur woke up quickly realizing he was tied up to a chair and struggled to get rid of the restrains but it was no use, he quickly looked around, freezing completely when he saw Francine with a psychotic grin. "Francine...? What's going on...?" He asked, his gaze lowering to her hand and saw the sharp object she was holding, he was really scared and nervous of why she was doing this although he tried his best not to show it "W-Why are you holding a knife...?" He asked mentally cursing his slight stutter.  

Francine giggled looking down at her hand playing with the tip of the blade a little almost cutting her finger but not a single drop of blood fell from her soft skin. Usually, her soft giggle was cute and loving, but now, it sounded terrifying. "Oh? What this? Never mind that, dearest. I have a few questions about your new friend~" She leaned close to him, insanity clearly standing out in her violet eyes. 

  "Oh god..." Arthur whispered under his breath, a shiver down his spine at her giggle and looked away a little when she leaned closer to him, something was seriously wrong with her, she didn't look sane at all anymore, he would go with whatever she said now if it meant keeping himself and other people out of danger. Who knows what she could do or already have done to his friends, he didn't even want to think about such awful thing "W-What new friend? What are you talking about?" He asked.

"Why, Alfred of course~" She grabbed her phone from her pocket, opening his Facebook page, "Here, you two are holding hands. That's a rather intimate thing to do when you are in a relationship with another woman!" She increased the tone of her voice quite a bit on the last two words, "Is it not~?" She asked once again in a soft, yet terrifying tone.

The Brit's eyes widened when she showed him the picture of him and Alfred holding hands and flinched a little when she raised her voice, his gaze quickly focusing on the ground rather than her insane eyes, what could he say about that? His mind was quickly filled with a million possibilities of things to say and suddenly he just blurted out an excuse "W-We were just walking around, t-that's all... A-Alfred is simply my friend..." Arthur said biting his lip slightly.  

Francine smiled but it wasn't her usual sweet smile, it was yet another insane grin but it quickly faded when he looked down at the ground, looking away from her"Look at me when I am talking to you!" She yelled, holding the knife below his chin. "If you and Alfred are just friends," she showed him a different picture, "why is your arm around him? Why are you touching him?!" She yelled, her hand gripping the knife was trembling and for a few moment Arthur was scared she would accidentally cut him because of that.

Arthur quickly looked up when she held the knife under his chin not wanting to meet the painful fate of his throat being cut open "I-I-I-- I'm not lying, Alfred and I r-really are just friends, i-it's nothing much, friends c-can touch each other" He said really panicking now, scared of what could happen to him or if she tried to hurt Alfred...or even worse.