2p!Hetalia Boyfriend Scenarios

57: Doll

Doll
Allen Jones' (Y/N)

The way the day had ensued was mostly confusing for her.

As a frequent visitor of a café near her home, (Y/N) became accustomed to the familiarity of a routine. Around eight, she would come in the morning, get her fresh awakening fuel, mingle around, and go back to her mundane woman cave. But then, the most peculiar of occurrences unfolded before her.

After having sacrificed one donut to her stomach, (Y/N) made the decision to head for home early than usual. As she wandered the streets of the pristine city, she caught sight of the barista's friend with a young girl, but where did those sunglasses come from? Who's the little girl?

Feeling suspicious about the endeavor, (Y/N) follows them from a distance. A shiver runs down her spine as the two walked to the lesser known areas of the city. The seconds that draw longer brought forth more uneasiness, more so when they reached the woods. It was, at this point, (Y/N) blamed the insatiable need that curiosity birthed in the face of her boring life.

Much to her surprise, (Y/N) witnessed the little girl tie down the woman, before moving on to tinkering this massive, peculiar machine. More time had passed, and the sun hid significantly behind clouds in these areas.

(Y/N) couldn't even comprehend as to why she's so concerned and curious about this woman. There was never a proper introduction between the two of them. The barista, Simeon, and the young woman, however, did seem so close, and yet she couldn't quite find enough tea to brew the assumption that they're romantically involved. And yet, why were they so familiar to her?

Before she could drown further in questions, the events that followed scared the living daylights out of her.

"Listen to me first!"

"It was your life."

"You weren't supposed to die."

The individuals she followed soon entered the glowing arc thing, and, much to the disappointment of horror movie rules, (Y/N) approached the machine, gawking before it. The swirling pool of glittering white enchanted her, and beckoned her to seek more of what she had just witnessed. She had no knowledge of the full extent of the trouble that awaits her, but if this had truly been the Afterlife, then she could seek an answer to the gaping hole that exists within her.

Soon enough, the little girl reemerges with a bright light. At the sight of (Y/N), however, she, understandably, froze in shock. "What the-" the girl was panicking, looking around before questioning her. "How did you get here?"

The older woman found the situation amusing. Tadhana, as she heard, was such a puny little thing. "Cute," (Y/N) promptly nods, "but what did you just do to her?"

"To who?" Tadhana tried to portray innocence and all of it's synonyms, but her eyes were a thin fabric of cutrain on a grand stage. Her panic was obvious. She was a terrible liar.

(Y/N) slid her eyes shut as a sigh made her frustration known. Alas, the roller coaster of events left her knickers in such a twist. "To her!" she then exclaims, gesturing towards the arc. "The woman you just fed into this thing!"

Tadhana visibly straightened, even crossin her arms as she puffed her chest. The little lass seemed to take offense to the tone that (Y/N) had delivered. "For your information, this thing is not a bad thing."

"Then, what is it?" (Y/N) pressed.

"That's classified," the little girl coughed, retreating from her annoyed state and back into nervous territory.