shini--chan

[shini--chan]

Do you think which yandere is the most hard to deal for hetalia character?

That is actually a very difficult to answer, since I write them all as jerks in one way or another. That being said, there are several that are worse than the others.

Rome comes to mind, especially in his later days. With that I mean after the Republic and after the golden days of the Empire. Julius Caesar's bones have turned to dust and the brilliance of Augustus is all but faded. Nero and Calligula are the staples of the day. Power would be leaving Rome, with the government refusing to accept their own worthless coinage and people selling their children to get by. The elites would shut out the plight of the everyman with orgies and spectacles and games and Julius would be amongst them.

Amidst all the decadence and debauchery, having you as his little captive wouldn't stand out much. Indeed, he would have a bunch of people enabling and cheering and encouraging him. Perhaps they would push him to do all the more gruesome and outlandish things. You would stand in the middle of all the bloodshed and waste, and he would refuse to listen to you. Why should he? In which way could you possibly be better than him?

Somebody surprising would be Belgium. She would have her own attrocities under her belt and engaged in a fair bit of imperialism herself. Yet those days would be gone, and as a small and neutral country with little influence and even less of a presence on the international stage, many wouldn't see more to her than a pleasent face. Behind the shiny exteriour there would be horrors lying in wait, all wrapped in sweet and fluffy packaging.

Belatrix would succeed in putting horror in the mundane. Think of "The Stepford Wives" or "Jacob's Ladder". Everything would look normal from the outside, and she wouldn't let anybody pay more attention in order to realise the unsettling and the horrifying hidden in plain sight. As such, you would have great difficulty escaping her and finding help.

Another Hetalia character that definitly belongs on this short list would be America. The worst part of having to deal with Alfred would be having to deal with all the absolutist myths that he believes. That he would be a hero standing for freedom and justice and democracy, that he is the shining city on the hill illuminating the way forward for the rest of the world. The golden light of providence would shine upon him, and therefore all that stand against him are evil. These myths would form a corner stone of his personality, and as such, you wouldn't be able to shake him from them. And so, he would refuse to feel remorse and admit to any wrongs on his behalf.

Along the same vein, he would remain stuck in eternal adolescence where he would refuse to face the consequences of his actions and any wrong doing or bad outcomes would be the fault of somebody else. A quote from the Great Gatsby comes to mind:

“They were careless people ... – they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.”

[shini--chan]

Writing nice flowing conversations is challenging, but I bring you this: writing awkward conversations is an entirely different beast and a wilder one at that. Making the vibs between two people deliberately awkward and hamfisted and tense and clumsy all while still driving the plot along is Difficult with a capital D.

For context: Am currently writting a one shot and this one conversation between the mc and the secondary protag is dragging. I'm at 3,9k words and the tea hasn't been spilled. We are not even halfway through. The antagonists haven't showed up yet and we are still plunking around like idiots.

[shini--chan]

The Nordic 5 - Eris, Freyja, Loki, Ra and Shiva of the Yandere Alphabet. I need some insperation to start righting again.

I hope this gives you the kickoff you need. 

Yandere Nordic 5 - Guidelines

Trigger warnings: stalking, kidnapping, psycho-terror, suicidal ideation, mindbreak, abuse, other yandere themes, victim blaming

Eris - What are their red lines? Are they easy to anger?

Denmark would have his triggers. Most of the time it would be infuriatingly difficult to get a rise out of him. Most of the time, he would just laugh any insults or attempts of harm off. However, there are some things that are guaranteed to generate a quick rise from him - harming yourself or earnestly injuring him. Most of the stuff outside that would be attributed to you being feisty or having an attitude. However, doing something that would require medical attention with you being the cause would evoke white-hot rage. The same would go if somebody would harm you. When in such a state, he would be neigh unreasonable and prone to violence. Expect punishments to be cooked up/ the person responsible for hurting you to be brutalised. 

Finland would be sneaky with his anger. Little what you could do would bring out the whole force of his wrath - that is reserved for greater injustices and world altering political matters. And the occasional road rage. Thus, his anger would be shown in little things, like passive aggressiveness and sarcasm and exposing you to too much salted licorice. In order to cross red lines, you would either have to side with Russia or also completely turn the tables and treat him like some colonial subject. 

Iceland would be inclined to bottling his anger up. As young and peaceful as he normally is, he wouldn't really know how to handle problems in your “relationship”. Most of the time, he would let you direct matters and play any tune you want (you may be captain of this ship, but you may never leave). However, that wouldn’t mean that everything would sit right with him. While he would communicate the one or the other grievance to you, there would be much that would be misunderstood and that he would be unable to verbalise. As such, it would fester like a sullied wound until the infection would become too aggrievious to ignore. There would be an outburst, and you as well be collateral. 

Norway wouldn’t be the best at communicating his anger so it would seep out in cold shoulders and harsh grips and leaving you without a blanket to sleep with. Lukas wouldn't offer any explanation either - you'd just have to understand that you've done something wrong and need to make amends. As for red lines - he would somehow be particularly sensitive to you throwing his romantic gestures back in his face, and for insults. Those would be met with outright slaps at times, and him even laying you over his knee to spank you. It would never go in a sexual direction, though. If you would become aroused by it, then he would switch over to humiliating you, and that wouldn't be framed in a sexual manner either. 

Sweden would be easy to anger at times though he would have a phlora of healthy coping mechanisms for that. Chopping wood would be a favourite of his, along with spear fishing. However, there wouldn't be times when he'd remove himself from the scene fast enough. Then, you would be gagged and manhandled into the next closet or bare room for a time out. If that wouldn't suffice, then blood would be spilled. Not your's of course. He would just wish for a quiet life with you (quite literally often) so he wouldn't tolerate much ruckus. 

Freyja - How official would your relationship be? Marriage with a glittering facade or their dirty little secret?

Denmark would desire a picturesque marriage with you. A small house with you and some pets, maybe an adopted child or two would be in the cards. You'd bake cakes on the weekends and he'd invite the neighbors over for a Sunday grill every now and then. In summer you'd play Badminton together on a meadow, and in winter he'd take you sailing and ice fishing. It would be an organised, quaint life. He'd just have to reprimand you behind the scenes to keep you in place, and teach you the occasional painful lesson to keep you in place. 

Finland would build the image of his relationship with you on mystery. Mysteriousness enhances attractiveness and, in his case, credibility. Little hints would be dropped here and there, selectively of course, to shape the image of a streamy and loving relationship. Thus, if you were ever to escape or also try to enlist the aid of somebody that knows/knows of him, you'd likely fail. There would only be few that would know of his darker sides. 

Iceland wouldn't present his relationship nor would he hide it. He just wouldn't have the energy to conceal everything while also not wanting to suffer the unsolicited advice that people are prone to giving. Besides, he would have difficulty navigating this new relationship (i.e making sure you behave) that he just wouldn't be able to find it himself to completely control the public narrative on you. Besides, he would be too selfish to really let you out, so the chances of you going out as a couple and being recognised as such would be very low. 

Norway would squirrel you away to never be seen again. You could just as well have been swallowed by the earth or kidnapped by fairies. As possessive and obsessive as he is, he wouldn't tolerate other people knowing about you, if it can be avoided. If other people are aware of your whereabouts, then they might seek you out. Or worse, they could try to take you away from him. No way in the world would he tolerate that. 

Sweden would prefer to keep your relationship as private as possible. Letting other people have relationships with you would only complicate matters, and thus, he would only let you see and be with him. Other people would be completely prohibited from interacting with you. Should outsiders catch wind of his relationship and request to meet you, then he would cook up excuses like you struggling with trauma or social anxiety and therefore not being in the right state of mind to meet other people. 

Loki - Could you manipulate them and if yes, how so?

Denmark would be surprisingly easy to manipulate in a certain sense. You see, you would be deemed as mostly harmless by him and thus manipulation wouldn't come to mind during most of your interactions. As such, and if you're sufficiently good at acting, then you could really push him into doing what you want him to do. Just pair your spiels with affection or tears and his heart would melt. He'd even let you set up situations where you could escape - he would love the chase after all. 

Finland would allow you to push him around as long as you'd abide by the playground rules. Prodding him to do the one or the other thing for you would be taken graciously and with amusement. Timo would have nothing against small manipulations and would give you lee way in order to make you feel more comfortable with him. Additionally, it would be more comfortable for him to not have to constantly keep his guard up and weigh your every other word. However, if you'd push too far or also too fast, then the walls would shoot up and he'd put his foot down. 

Iceland would loath the idea of being manipulated. As such he would be weary and on guard more often than not. Despite how he would detest admitting it, he would be conscientious of the fact that you two wouldn't have a healthy relationship. Witnessing you trying to manipulate would set him off and he'd fly off the handle. That being said, he would be awkward and unsure about himself, so should be able to get some bs past the radar. 

Norway would be partially angry at you for putting him in this situation (really, he would blame you for him kidnapping you and say that you're making him abuse you) and you trying to manipulate him would fit exactly in the role of the deceiving minx he'd see you as. Therefore, many avenues for manipulation would be blocked from the get go. That being said, his image of you would serve as a corner myth for your relationship and if you'd act outside his concrete view of you, then it would either confuse him or not compute at all. You could use this to your advantage. 

Sweden wouldn't even present much opportunity for manipulation, and even if, then it wouldn't matter most of the time. The environment would be chosen by him and he would set the tune. In chance of you getting a foot in the door, then he would be well versed enough in diplomacy and politics to bat your attempts aside.

Ra - Would they stalk you? How closely would you be watched while under their care?

Denmark would refrain from stalking you on a large part and rather insist you spend as much time as possible with him. Before the two of you would enter that phase, he would scout you out by gently inquiring about you during conversations with your loved ones. Later, it would transition over into dates or hang-out, if possible. Largely, he would come over as an enthusiastic and overly loving boyfriend. Perhaps he would manage to play his cards carefully enough that his charm would blind you from seeing all the red flags. To reiterate - he wouldn’t stalk you and even later on, he wouldn’t keep a very close eye on you.  

Finland would stalk you to scare you. Many a time he would be capable of concealing his presence fully and not leaving a trace. However, he would purposefully leave clues to his doings - not enough to know who would be stalking you, only enough to let you know that you’re being stalked. This would be a form of psychological terror that he would relish in inflicting on you. This man would live for your skittish movements and fear-driven stupidity. Later on, he would watch you closely as a form of entertainment and continue messing with you on a semi-regular basis. As much as he would want you to become comfortable with him, he wouldn’t want matters to become boring. 

Iceland would pine after you, and in many ways act like an awkward teenage boy. It would also be what would allow him to get away with most of his stalking, since many people would consider it more amusing than concerning. Afterwards, in his care, you would often catch him staring at you only to look away hastily once you make your awareness of it apparent. Emil would be the sort to watch you sleep and gather all your loose hair. With the latter, he’d even stuff a pillow so that he would always be close to you in his sleep, even when you’re locked in a closet for punishment. 

Norway would be near dismissive with his attention here. Lukas would try to resist the temptation only to be sucked in later on and fully commit to stalking you while completely blaming you. During the times he’d follow you and watch you, his head would be filled with obscenities and he’d curse you and your family line. He’d be like an addict that can’t shake off their addiction and would place the blame on everybody but himself. In the case of you being imprisoned by his hand, he would keep a careful eye on you. The reason he’d give you would be to make sure you behave yourself. This would be a lie that he’d tell himself in order to sleep easily. 

Sweden wouldn’t stalk you as much as he would consider you. This would also be him trying to squash his feelings by pointedly refusing to check you out, to stalk you or to privately inquire about you. Therefore, kidnapping you would really come out of the blue. Afterwards, he would commonly stare at you from the corners of his eyes, or use mirrors to watch you. That way, he’d be able to seem somewhat normal and also have some plausible deniability should you ever call him out on his behaviour. 

Shiva - Would they break you? What would cause them to do so?

Denmark would at most break you through wear and tear. Or you would invoke his anger a few too many times. It is important to note here that Matthias would be a very intense person towards you, and it wouldn’t be surprising if his passion would burn you. Having to comply with his demands and whims day in and day out, or also having to fight against him and be disregarded could very well result in you becoming … burned out. He wouldn’t even dial down his personality unless somebody would intervene or also absorb most of his attention. 

Finland wouldn’t break you if he could avoid it. Where would the fun in that be? Besides, he wouldn’t really know what to do with the empty shell of a person. This is funny since he would be the most likely to break you out of everybody on this list by the virtue of his antics. He would do his best to build you back up before you would break, however, so that he could resume his nonsense. 

Iceland would fumble you at the most. This young man wouldn’t have a very good handle on his emotions. Mind you, this is no justification, simply an explanation of what it would lead to. Rebelling against him and sticking to your guns would cause him to retaliate, and thus a resonation of violence would begin which would likely culminate in either one of you breaking. That, or he would take a punishment or a precaution too far, or act out of desperation and then shatter you. It would be something that he would deeply regret and never forgive himself for. 

Norway would break you as a form of revenge. This is a man that could switch between reverence and disgust. Should the coin land with disgust facing upwards then he might go as far as to shatter you. You would be blamed for making him fall so far and those you would have to be punished for your transgressions. Breaking you would mean robbing you of your wiles, and in his anger, he might see that as the best path to take. 

Sweden would only do so accidently. As mentioned before, he would just wish to lead a quiet life with you and if you would disturb that peace, then he would bring the hammer down. Should he fly off the handle, then he might go too far. Or, the circumstances would slowly corrode at your sanity and he would be in denial of his mistreatment until it would be too late. That being said, he might decide to break you if you’re suicidal - a measure to stop you from taking your own life. 

[shini--chan]

I hope you're having a nice day today! If I may request you, can I ask for Osiris and Quetzalcoatl for Luxemburg, please? Thanks in advance! :D

Thank you for the kind words, have a nice day as well. 

Yandere Luxembourg - Alter the Course

Osiris - How much would you entering their life change their lifestyle? How would they deal with abrupt life changes (accidents, sickness, ect)?

He would finally have somebody to share his life with and therefore his enthusiasm would immediately change his lifestyle. Much of the melancholically starting out the window and twiddling his thumbs would be gone as well as the feeling of emptiness. If you would play along, then life in the gilded cage would be sweet enough for you to forget your underlying circumstances. Most of the time that is. Luxembourg would still be controlling and secretive and condescending and … well you get the gist. 

His life would become more saturated and he would become more lively with you at his side. By default, you would be dragged into all these new activities with him. Play it right, and you might be able to find refuge in the delusion of him being a close and touchy friend. 

As for abrupt life changes - he wouldn’t take well. Newton’s axiom of motion would certainly apply here; he would be so used to the money rolling in and being able to live a comfortable lifestyle that he would be paralysed with shock if it were to abruptly change. Once he would get over the shock though, he would act fastly and decisively. The same could apply to more minor stuff, like accidents and sickness, or you escaping. Though, he would have already made preparations for such cases, so it would catch him that off-guard.

Quetzalcoatl - What life events/circumstances lead to them becoming yandere?

For Nicolas life would have played out in his favour for a large part. He would be surrounded by riches and he would enjoy a good status amongst his peers. Yet something would be missing, a person to share all this with and complete the picture. Besides, the turbulent events of mediaeval Europe and those games of kingdoms and thrones and wars would have increased his desire for faithful and honest company. 

While the size of his nation and his non-interference in many a matter would assure that he goes under the radar most of the time, it would also make him lonely. He would desire somebody to sit on the mountain top with him. On top of that, he would have lost the ability to tolerate a straightforward and honest “no” since money can usually buy people. What luck you have, eh? 

[shini--chan]

Would the allies kidnap their darling?

Yandere Allies - Persephone

Trigger warnings: kidnapping, obsession, stalking, coercion, murder

I actually see all the allies willing to kidnap their respective “lovers”, if certain criteria would be met. So let's delve a bit deeper. 

America would kidnap you to save you from yourself. At least, that would be his depiction of affairs. Perhaps you would be a nation drifting too close to communism, or your morals and societal structure wouldn’t be compatible with the liberal ideologies in other ways. Perhaps he tried to give you the fire of enlightenment only for you to coldly reject his graciousness. In his eyes, you would just have so much more potential and you would waste it by not accepting his help. Furthermore, you would obstruct his grand plans to bring about the end of history and create a garden of eden on earth with your stubbornness. As such, he’ll have to force you to bow to his will. 

There could be a long prelude to your kidnapping, or he would directly go for the kill. Your time in captivity would be spent moulding you to be the perfect spouse. The base circumstances could be different, mind you. You could be a willful mortal that enchanted him, and he would kidnap you because you wouldn't follow the romance playbook he'd have ingrained in his mind. If his interest would wane, then the end result would be the same as the scenario described above. 

Canada would kidnap you to preserve you. It would be like a naturalist wanting to preserve an ecosystem and all the wonder that it would contain. The outside world is so lethal and corrupting and tainting, that you would have to be protected from it. Family would end up disappointing you and friends would one day betray you, but he would also be there for you. However, why go through all the pain and learn that the hard way when he could simply shield you from all that suffering?

Just like some endangered species, you would have to be observed, conserved and shielded from those that would harm you or alter you or bring about your extinction. For a large part, he would wish to preserve you as you are, like scientific specimens are kept intact by putting them in formaldehyd bath. He would do his best to trim any negative developments that would form, and he would see you acting out or trying to escape/kill him as such. Something as perfect and pure as you must be protected at all costs, even from your own wrongs. 

China would kidnap you to keep something precious with the person that would appreciate it the most. With all his years of wisdom and trials and hardship, wouldn’t he be the person most capable of cherishing you? Besides, having you would be like possessing an accolade to all his successes. You would be a testimony to all his power and prowess and competence, the sign of all that he can achieve. Asides from that, he would want you to achieve your full potential, and who better to assure that than his steady and sure hand?

You would be put in a gilded cage so that he could return home after a long day and be guaranteed the comfort of your presence. Your schedule would be managed tightly by him and he wouldn’t allow much time for idleness. After all, your true beauty would lie in your actions, and he would want to witness said beauty everyday. Yao would also be a very strict taskmaster and some days it would feel more like he kidnapped you to fulfill the fantasy of being a personal trainer/private tutor or something of the sort. Surely you wouldn’t have to worry about not being able to pick up a new hobby, or becoming bored with him!

England would kidnap you out of pure selfishness. Of course, he could just continue murdering your suitors and making your loved ones disappear, yet it would just be so much more cost efficient to keep you close by. A personal project such as moulding you into the ideal spouse for one Arthur Kirkland would require close attention and set parameters. Besides, he wouldn’t want anybody else enjoying your affections, if he can help it. Arthur would be a jealous man to his core, and you would have to deal with the negative consequences of those feelings more often than not. 

As such, he would require you to spend your day in his presence more often than not. You wouldn’t even be required to interact with him - just being in the same room would often be enough. It would be up for debate whether sending time in his line of sight would be better than spending it alone or not. On one hand, if you don’t stick to his side you would have more freedom to do what you’d please, but he would interrogate you about your going-ons in his absence. On the other hand, he would always have his half his mind on you when you’d be by him - observing you, listening to what you doing - but his conversations with you wouldn’t be so invasive. Pick your poison. 

France would kidnap you to heal you or also your relationship with him. Perhaps you would be struggling or he would deem you as fighting with repressed trauma. You would be a fragile thing in need of a knight in shining armour, and he would enthusiastically fulfil that role for you. Thus, you would be isolated from the rest of the world to ensure your wellbeing and to tend to the wounds. Should somebody have wronged you, in his perception, then he’ll ensure that justice is served. 

Or, the relationship would have lost its luster and his solution to that would be to kidnap you. That, or you’re trying to pull away from him. That wouldn’t sit well with him - once you’ve entered a relationship with this yandere, you’re settled for life, whether you like it or not. As such, squirreling you away would be in order to fix your loyalties.

Russia would kidnap you to preserve your loyalty. Ironic, yet that is how it would work in his mind. Faith is good, control is better could be the leitmotif of his actions. There would be little seeds of doubt that would juvenate due to you keeping secrets or distancing yourself from him. Ivan would start to worry about you not liking him not that much anymore, and then his thoughts would start to spiral. That, or he would have the suspicion of somebody recruiting you to use you against him. In order to ensure that you wouldn’t betray him or leave him or harm him, he would just have to strip you of that power by kidnapping you. 

He would very well understand that you wouldn’t take it well, and he would do his best to calm you. Nevertheless, he would think that you’re overreacting. You would be secluded in a St. Petersburg apartment or in a far off cabin until you could behave yourself properly, then you might be let out into the public again. Though even that isn’t completely guaranteed since he would be a jealous man. 

All that aside, they would all move to coercion or kidnapping if you’d reject their advances long enough. They are yanderes here, after all.

[shini--chan]

Yandere Concept 9#:

Instead of being drop-dead gorgeous, having a genius level of intellect, magical powers or pedigree or wealth, you are painfully plain. The one word that comes to mind is that you are average - average looks, average intelligence, average life experience. You often are mistaken for other people and your teachers and other former people in your life have largely forgotten about you due to you being another face in the crowd.

What does set you apart, is just how pleasent you are. No, you are not even particularly charming. You are just polite, considerate, understanding. When somebody tells you something, you listen and remember what they've told you even months, perhaps years, later. You are sensitive to other people - you know when to stop pushing and when to push a bit more. When a stranger cries on the train, you sit next to them and coax them into spilling their heart out. When a child scraps their knee, you put them back on their feet and dust them off. When an old lady forgets something at the store/cafe, you run after her to give it to her.

You are just an average, plain, run-of-the-mill person, you are just pleasent to talk to. And that is what catches the interest of the yandere. Perhaps they feel like you are the only person in the world that understands them, because you were a shoulder to cry on in their time of troubles. Maybe they are drawn to your "purity" and *radiance". Either way, you have them ensnared and they want to return the favour.

There is also the case where you wouldn't have to be so repleasent to catch their eye. Maybe you just want to be social and make them a cup of coffee/tea while you are at it and get it just right. Maybe they are cold, and you borrow a scarf. Maybe it is hot and you give them some water. It can be as small a gesture of giving them a tissue and yet that is a big enough trigger to get them hook. That freudian excuse is enough to make something click. And now they want you, hook, line and sinker.

[shini--chan]

Yandere My Hero Academia Concept 1#:

One of the reasons for keeping you in a sterile enviroment next to his mysophobia would be to degrade your immune system. Overhaul would refuse to really keep you up to date on all your vaccines and every little illness would be immediatly treated with all the medicines needed to get rid of the sickness swiftly and without making your immune system really work.

That way, in the event of you escaping, you wouldn't get far. You would become ill so easily and so severely that it would be so easy to track you down and bring you back into the fold. Chisaki would really just have to check the local hospitals to find you.

Afterwards, he would chide you, and would explain that falling ill would be your divinely given punishment for defying him. If only you'd stay by him and obey, then he'd always ensure that you'd be clean and healthy.

[shini--chan]

Yandere Concept 8#:

A yandere where intimacy isn't about sex. At least, that isn't what they crave above all else. They want somebody they can be emotionally vunerable with, with whom they can share their secrets and dreams and fears with. Because it is supposed to be a reciprocal relationship, they'd expect and even demand it from you.

The moment you'd wake up, they'd grill you about what you dreamed. After all, dreams are where the subconcious meets the concious, and thus would give a lot of insight to your character. They'd sit you down to inquire about your past traumas. Even if your past is thoroughly documented, it wouldn't be the same as hearing it from you.

What? You are unwilling? Which member of your family should they torture then? Would killing one of them make you inclined to open up more? Or should he rather put the thumb screws on you? Perhaps they should threaten your friends to get you to talk?

Maybe they would use psychological horror and near death incidents to see how you act under pressure, to get you to show sides of yourself that even you are unaware of. They would wish to now your mind and soul above everything else.

In that same vein, you may converse with other people and even have relationships, yet you may never share your secrets with them to the extent that you have with your yandere.

[shini--chan]

Duetsche Zunge

Characters/Fandoms/Pairings: Yandere! Gilbert Beilschmeidt || Prussia [Hetalia] x Fem!reader Warning: This story will contain xplicit yandere themes, proceed with caution [includes non consensual acts, toxic relationship, physical violence & the like] Author's notes: I honestly took some inspiration from @shini--chan 's works. Her every piece is marvellous, especially Gilbert's character. She has made me mad and intrigued over that man, I say. Also, remember that lot has been going around the world lately, and try to educate yourself and contribute as much as you can.

Gilbert would be absolutely thrilled and intrigued if his darling already knew German—it would spare him the frustration of teaching her everything from scratch. He would be amused and think the way she spoke. Her pronunciation or tone was absolutely adorable.

But of course, being who he is, that wouldn’t necessarily stop him from challenging her, testing the level of her knowledge and fluency. He’d be curious to know what her taste would be in German literature, music, or cinema. Would she favour Goethe’s romanticism, or perhaps the darker allure of Kafka’s surrealism? Would she hum along to Beethoven or lose herself in the melancholic strains of Schubert?

He would likely discover these preferences by observing (read: stalking) her, a brow arched up elegantly as he leaned back on the walls of the library. There, he would watch her conversing with others academically, seeming more like a statue of a scholar or a professor with his disguise of black-rimmed glasses and dark eyes, watching the way her lips curved around sweetly spoken words.

However, being a perfectionist, he could quickly identify any gaps in her knowledge—a slip of grammar, a wrong word here and there, or even a misstep in interpretation. Perhaps she’d confuse a complex construction for a simpler one or misuse an idiomatic expression.

Noting down the mistakes with a stern frown and a disappointed click of his tongue, Gilbert would sigh, unable to tolerate even the smallest errors. He’d push her relentlessly, unwilling to accept anything less than perfection. Papers, after papers, books after books, would pile up around her as he corrected her trembling attempts, his calligraphic writing starkly perfect beside her shaky efforts.

For someone who appeared so rugged, he was surprisingly methodical, almost reverent, when it came to written words, as evidenced by the piles of his ancient diaries filled with neat, precise entries.

It was definitely a cruel mixture of his ego and intense love toward her that drove him to hone her fluency to a level of perfection he alone could crave. Writing, reading, speaking, and even singing—he demanded mastery in every form of expression, shaping her abilities into something he could both admire and control.

But he wouldn’t stop at just German. This rigorous approach extended to other languages in which he excelled, such as French, Italian, and even Russian (though his dislike for a certain Russian man might make things a bit more complicated).

Each session would become a gruelling trial that demanded discipline, focus, and sheer willpower. He’d test her French with its elegant nuances, pushing her to appreciate the subtleties of verb conjugations and melodic flow. Italian, with its passionate rhythm, would become another challenge, the sharp sounds of “c” and “g” perfectly flowing from her lips, just as he demanded. And then, of course, there was Russian—harsh, guttural, and complex—he would revel in hearing her stumble over its sharp consonants, unable to help himself as he smirked with a mix of ego and possessiveness.

Whether it was the elegance of French, the flow of Italian, or the intensity of Russian, Gilbert would make sure she mastered every word, every subtle difference in accent, every cultural nuance, until she spoke each language with an expertise that reflected his possessive influence.

Gilbert would also push her to master ancient languages like Latin and Greek. His admiration for the roots of Western civilization would bleed into his obsessive teaching, as he demanded perfect fluency in these classical tongues.

He’d make her translate passages from Cicero or Horace, test her knowledge of Homer’s epics, and measure her understanding of Plato’s philosophy. Every misstep in conjugation or syntax would be met with sharp reprimands. Yet, at the same time, he would find immense satisfaction in hearing her articulate the beauty of ancient prose, especially when she finally grasped the elegance of Latin’s rhythm or the precision of Greek’s structure.

It would be a sight to watch the man who seemed so restless—always planning, calculating, and never stopping—suddenly appear like a scholar carved from marble. His focus was unwavering, his attention to detail sharp as a blade, whether it was through his quiet admiration or relentless demands, Gilbert made it clear that he wouldn’t stop until she was flawless—not just in language but as a reflection of his obsession with her.

The words on the paper danced as your eyes blurred, hesitant gasps escaping your quivering lips. Each tap of the thick ruler against the desk matched the frantic rhythm of your racing heartbeat. A deep sigh reached your ears, making you tense as a tear dropped, blotting the writing beneath it.

“Wrong. Do it again,” he said, his voice steady but firm, just above a whisper. You could feel the heat of his breath against your ear as he leaned in closer, his words curling into your senses like a soft yet dangerous caress. His forearms, toned and defined, flexed with each controlled motion as he tapped the ruler once more against the wood.

The veins on his arms stood out, a clear testament to the power that lay beneath his skin. His shirt, rolled up to his elbows, emphasized the muscular tone of his arms, the fabric taut as he moved with practiced precision.

“Your knuckles must be throbbing, don’t you think so?” His voice was low, almost velvety, though the slight edge in it made your skin prickle with a sense of haunting despair.

Of course, German would always be Gilbert's top priority. Whether it was the ancient words from his old Teutonic Knight days, the forgotten Prussian of his youth, or the more modern German that had evolved, he would be relentless in teaching you.

He would smirk, watching your hesitant expression, those furrowed brows and strands of hair sticking to your flushed face as you tried to keep up with his rapid-fire lessons. Every time you stumbled, he’d feel a rush of satisfaction, knowing he was pushing you—testing your limits.

And just as you began to feel like you might grasp it, he would pull you further, introducing an even more archaic form of the language. You'd be faced with Prussian words, forgotten phrases from the past, or the formal German of his time as a powerful state, and he'd watch as you struggled to keep up.

But Gilbert never took pity. To him, this wasn’t just about learning words—it was about learning what they meant, what they represented, about becoming part of a deeper history that only he understood intimately.

Naturally, he expected you to speak German at all times when addressing him. After all, he was Prussia—the proud embodiment of his nation's strength and culture, and to him, the language was not merely a means of communication, but a symbol of power, authority, and legacy. He found the way you spoke it utterly captivating—the way your lips shaped the words, how your expression would soften or harden depending on the tone.

Every mistake, every mispronunciation, only seemed to drive him further. He would often reply to you in German despite your slipping into another language— he would become cold, refusing to acknowledge you fully. His childish spite would rise, and he'd deliberately turn his back, offering you nothing but a sharp glance.

"Are you even listening to me?" you snapped, frustration mounting as you tugged at your hair, your words coming out in a burst. The tension in your chest was unbearable, and yet, Gilbert didn’t even flinch. He leaned back in his plush leather chair, the soft creak of the leather under his weight barely audible. The corners of his lips twitched upwards, curling into a satisfied smirk. His eyes, gleaming with amusement, never left you as he observed your growing frustration, watching you unravel with quiet delight. He loved seeing you like this—on the edge, teetering between control and chaos, and utterly at his mercy.

He didn’t respond immediately, letting the silence stretch between you. It was as if your words were meaningless to him. He had no intention of addressing your frustration, no intention of actually listening to what you were saying. He was too busy savoring the sight of you. The sharp tone in his voice, when he finally spoke, was smooth, effortless—teasing, almost mocking, a rhythm he knew all too well. Of an ancient German dialect that almost made his words hard to understand.

"Careful with the bread," he murmured, his voice low and cutting through the silence like a blade. "Don’t make it too tough."

You froze for a moment, the absurdity of his words washing over you. He wasn’t listening. Not to you. Not to the frustration in your voice, not to the growing anger burning in your chest. His gaze never wavered, still fixed on you with that predatory calm, like a cat watching its prey squirm. And all the while, you could feel the weight of his attention, suffocating and demanding, making your blood boil even hotter.

Your hands, already trembling from the intensity of the situation, clenched into fists. You turned away quickly, trying to regain some semblance of control, but it was too late. Your mind raced, and you felt the overwhelming need to take out your frustration on something—anything. The dough in front of you.

You slammed your hands into it, pressing harder than necessary, your fingers digging into the soft dough with surprising force. It was as though you could feel his presence behind you, even though he said nothing more, watching you knead the dough with a strange, mocking stillness in the air. You wished it was his neck beneath your hands instead, the pressure of your palms imagining the crushing sensation of him being the one to break under the weight. The thought alone made you grit your teeth.

Gilbert’s smirk never faltered, his eyes still on you, studying every move you made. He had already won, and you both knew it. You were powerless against his presence, against his control. His lessons weren’t games. They were training. And you were exactly where he wanted you.

Though he often found amusement in the banter between you, even encouraging it at times, Gilbert wouldn’t take kindly to any attempts to push things beyond their limits. Swear words or throwing personalized insults his way would undoubtedly irritate him. He thrived on the playful back-and-forth, enjoying the challenge of testing boundaries, seeing just how far he could push you before you snapped.

But as much as he revelled in this dynamic, there were unspoken rules that, if broken, would have severe consequences. Gilbert was not one to tolerate disrespect, not even in jest. His pride, especially when it came to how others viewed his authority, was something you learned to tread lightly around.

He had a way of making you feel small when you crossed that invisible line. It wasn’t outright aggression, no—it was more subtle, calculated. His silence, his smirk, the way he’d cock his head and stare at you with those piercing eyes—each glance felt like a silent reprimand. His lessons weren’t games. This was training. And training wasn’t just about learning skills or techniques—it was about understanding power dynamics, submission, and control. For Gilbert, discipline was an art. You had to earn his approval, prove you were worthy of the lessons he would give. Disrupting that delicate balance, however, meant harsh consequences.

The playful back-and-forth, while it could go on for hours, was never just for fun. He was sharpening you, moulding you into something he could admire, something that would never question his authority again. When you got too comfortable, too confident, Gilbert would make sure to remind you that this was his world and you were merely a participant in it. A slip of the tongue, a crass word, a sharp insult—that was all it took for him to remind you who was truly in charge.

And when you crossed that line? He’d make sure you knew it wasn’t something to be taken lightly. Gilbert would drop his usual teasing tone and replace it with something colder, something darker. He didn’t need to shout. He didn’t need to raise his voice. The shift in his demeanor alone was enough to make the air feel thick with tension. You’d find yourself walking the thin line between fear and desire, unsure of where one ended and the other began, but knowing that if you made the wrong move, there would be consequences.

The toothbrush and the mouthful of toothpaste threatened to choke you, your mouth wide open as a strong grip held your head in place by the hair. Gilbert probed the depths of your mouth with firm, deliberate strokes, bringing you to the brink of nausea. Foamy spit dripped from your lips, guttural moans of pain echoing through the washroom as tears framed your face. Your attempts to reason with Gilbert fell on deaf ears. All it took was one bad day for him (you couldn’t really tell with the man), and your profanity-laced outburst had earned you this punishment. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he slightly relaxed his grip on your hair, allowing you to violently spit out the bitter toothpaste that had been building up in your mouth. You instinctively reached for the tap, desperate to rinse the foul taste away, but were met with a firm hand that stopped you short. “No water for that filthy mouth of yours,” Gilbert sneered, his eyes glinting with malice. “Next time, I won’t hesitate to feed you a bar of soap and using the toilet brush.” You almost threw up.

While he didn’t outright disdain other languages, Gilbert was quick to show his disapproval if you focused on them too much. A subtle sneer or dismissive remark would betray his jealousy. In his eyes, your enthusiasm or preference for another tongue was a challenge to his authority, a dilution of the bond he sought to forge.

He wanted German to be your priority because it was his, and he needed to hear it from your lips as proof of your connection. It wasn’t just about teaching—it was about domination, ensuring that his influence extended into every word you spoke and every thought you had. And, of course, his pride demanded it. After all, why would you need anything else when you had him?

Nonetheless, he adored your voice, no matter what language you spoke. Whether stumbling over unfamiliar words or weaving through proses, there was a softness in the way you sounded that captivated him. It wasn’t something he’d admit easily, but your voice was his favourite melody, one he could listen to for hours without growing tired.

Of course, German is sacred to him—a reflection of his very being. It wasn’t just a language; it was his legacy, his culture, and the soul of the people he had once represented. The language of warriors and poets, of triumph and despair, it was a thread connecting him to his past. He expected you to embrace it—not out of mere interest, but as a testament to your devotion to him. And he always cherished it hearing from you.

You sat beside Gilbert, stiff and uneasy, as he delved into a thick book titled 'Geodesics in Curved Spacetime'. The topic was so far beyond your comprehension that you couldn’t help but think, What the fuck even is this?

It was one of those days when he insisted you sit close, your hands folded on his thigh, while one of his palms gripped it firmly, the other flipping through the velvet pages of the Russian text. His hold on you was both grounding and possessive, the weight of it reminding you that there was no escape from his whims.

The subject seemed to irritate him more than intrigue him; his brows furrowed, and the occasional sharp exhale signaled his growing frustration. He’d call you over at times like this, either to steady his nerves or to force you into reading it aloud, despite your stumbling attempts.

Sometimes, he would pause to explain a concept in German, his voice steady and commanding, expecting you to follow his train of thought no matter how lost you felt. On other occasions, his enthusiasm would bubble over, and he would yip and yap, his words spilling in rapid, fervent analysis that left your head spinning. You could only nod along, hoping he didn’t notice your bewilderment.

Most often, though, his focus shifted to something more intimate. He would pass you a well-loved novel—its pages slightly worn, its binding soft to the touch—and order you to read aloud. His fingers would trail lazily along your arm as he leaned back in his chair, eyes closed, the tension leaving his features with every word that left your lips. In those moments, you felt like an extension of him, your voice the tool that brought his favorite stories to life. His grip on you would loosen, his breaths growing deeper and steadier.

Those were his calmest days, and your beautiful voice, the rhythm to his immortal heartbeat, seemed to be the only thing capable of soothing his restless spirit.

Refusal—or any form of misbehavior—when he asks you to speak his language would never be tolerated. Utter refusal would be met with the coldest of glares, a silent warning that would send a shiver down your spine. Testing him with silent treatment or petty acts of defiance would only irritate him more.

His expectations are simple but non-negotiable: learn the proper German etiquette. Speak clearly, directly, and without hesitation. Your words must be precise—no unnecessary embellishments or mindless chatter. He values sincerity, respect, and most of all, discipline.

When spoken to, you are expected to answer promptly, politely, and with the right tone. You must use Bitte (please) and Danke (thank you) when appropriate— if you don’t, he’ll remind you, and the lesson will be harder than you anticipate. There is no room for laziness in his world, especially when it comes to how you communicate.

Gilbert tapped his fingers on his forearms as he stared at you from across the table, his piercing gaze unwavering. You sat with an unsightly scowl, arms crossed tightly, eyes fixed on the food in front of you. The tension in the air was thick—your earlier attempt to escape had been swiftly thwarted by his firm grip on your arm.

"And what do we say?" he asked, his voice smooth but laced with impatience.

You shot him a defiant glare, the sting of your pride burning brighter than your hunger. Your teeth gound together as you glared at the plate of Sauerbraten, the tender beef marinated in rich spices paired with the tang of red cabbage and potato dumplings. The smell alone made your stomach growl, but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction.

"D..." You grit your teeth, barely able to utter the word. His unblinking stare burned into you as if daring you to try him. "Danke."

"Ah ah," Gilbert bent forward, the gleam of satisfaction in his eyes. "Full sentence."

You clenched your fists, the taste of defeat sour in your mouth. There was no escaping him now. "Danke... für das Essen."

"Good girl." Gilbert’s voice was soft, but the approval in it was unmistakable. He straightened in his chair, his lips curling into a smirk.

"Jetzt können wir essen!"

Of course, being the rather egoistical individual he is, Gilbert would revel in hearing you address him with titles in German. Whether it was Herr or Mein König, the words rolled off your tongue like honey, fueling his insatiable desire for your complete submission. He would demand such titles not merely out of tradition but as a way to solidify his dominance over you-reminding you that he was the one in control, always.

And if you hesitated or refused, you'd soon find yourself either kneeling at his feet or bent over his knees, forced to beg in the very language he adored.

The sight of you, voice trembling and face flushed, was intoxicating to him. He couldn't help but feel a massive thrill corroding his bones as your tone wavered with such an adorable desperation, the words escaping your pretty lips like a melody crafted just for him. Gilbert always loved the way you sounded, gasps, grunts or so, your voice like a finely tuned instrument only he could master.

You were his little songbird, and sometimes he liked to take that metaphor literally. He wouldn't mind having you sing as he played his flute, guiding you with gentle nods or sharp corrections if you didn't get it quite right. On calmer evenings, he'd rest his head on your lap, your soft hands threading through his silver hair as you hummed or sang him a lullaby. Those moments of quiet surrender were his personal heaven.

Every word you spoke in German was a delicacy he devoured straight from your lips. He also expected your words to reflect affection and politeness. Loving phrases, respectful tones, and perhaps even a few nicknames of your own design.

Nothing overly cheesy, of course, but Gilbert wouldn't hide his cheeky grin if you hyly called him something intimate. A soft Liebling (darling) murmured in the warmth of your shared bed would earn you a teasing remark right before he captured your lips in a sealing kiss.

In the bedroom, his expectations only deepened. He wanted to hear you whisper his name like a promise, gasping out mein Schatz as he thoroughly claimed you. Every word, every sound you made was proof of his hold over you, a mark of the loyalty he craved so desperately.

And in those moments, he'd remind you just how much he loved your voice - the voices that only he could truly bring out of you, the ones he wants to hear from you, the one thing that could ever bring peace to the storm within him.

Your dress spread around you like the petals of a flower, delicate yet trapping, as gilbert’s hands—rough and unyielding—skimmed over the bare skin of your legs. you shivered beneath his touch, every nerve on fire as you tried to suppress the sob rising in your throat.

“Was ist los, Maus?” (what's the matter, mouse?), his voice coiled around you like smoke, soft yet suffocating. his body leaned in, the weight of his presence making it impossible to move, let alone think. “Hast du etwa vergessen, wie man schön bittet?” (have you perhaps forgotten to ask nicely?).

your mind swirled, thoughts slipping through your fingers like sand. had he done something? the strange heaviness in your limbs, the faint haze clouding your senses—was this another one of his games?

“B-bitte,” you rasped, voice trembling as you fought to form the word, “bitte, G-Gilbert, ich—”

his grip on your hips tightened abruptly, the sharp press of his fingers stealing the rest of your sentence. his crimson eyes bore into yours, gleaming with a twisted mix of hunger and amusement.

“Das ist besser,” (That is better) he murmured, his lips curling into a cruel smile. “Nicht perfekt, aber es wird reichen.” (Not perfect, but it will do)

tears pricked at your eyes, your chest heaving as you forced out another plea, desperate to appease him. “gilbert… bitte… verzeih mir,” you choked out, your voice breaking as his thumb brushed against the curve of your waist, deceptively gentle.

“ah, Liebling,” he said, his tone laced with dark satisfaction. “Das ist mein gutes Mädchen.”

he pulled you closer then, his control as unrelenting as the heat radiating from him, leaving no room for escape. you were his—mind, body, and voice—and he made sure you understood it.

With every searing touch and word.

[shini--chan]

Yandere Death Note Concept 1#:

Instead of going by the route of threatening to kill your loved ones with the Death Note, he threatens to ruin their lives. After all, in the case of such an upstanding citizen as Light Yagami speaking out against your friends, he would be believed over them. With all his charima, and intelligence and good looks, he could easily tear your family's social standing to shreds if he'd be inclined to. Light is far too smart to use the Death Note casually and far to ambitious to let any inhibitions hinder him. It would be so easy to destroy your social framework to make you come crawling back to him, so that is the route he would take.

[shini--chan]

Can you do a Yandere axis x reader in which the reader is their boss's daughter? I'm sure it will be amusing to see them trying to impress their future father in law.

Yandere Axis - The Dark Side of the Moon

Trigger warning: death, manipulation, fake death

He wouldn’t be concerned at all about this , impressing any future in-laws. Seeing that he was already magnanimous enough to grant those stupid fools power, if should be seen as very gracious that he deemed one of their number as being alright. All his yandere tendencies would be severely downplayed in the public and the political sphere at first to create the illusion of a fluffy romance. Those public appearances and private conversations with the in-laws would all be tailored to create the perfect and most comforting image. 

This would be that when the rumours of the going-ons behind the scene would reach the in-laws, disbelief would be the first reaction. How could a man as peace-loving and passive and diplomatic as the personification doing something as horrible as to blackmail and threaten and abuse their love interest. Here the disbelief would be a coping mechanism because if it were true, what would the politician father even be able to do? Modern politicians are more versed in palace intrigue than actually managing a country, so incompetent that when they are removed nothing changes because nothing they do really matters. The father would be no Metternich or Machiavelli or Toyotomi Hideyoshi, and so there would be no need to impress, only intimidate that weak fool at most. 

Perhaps they would test the parent’s integrity and offer to buy you for a high price. If the man would take the bait, then your yandere would be sure to inform you of it at length; and then throw the man’s error back in his face. Maybe he’d die due to poisoning, or have his career ruined due to corruption charges. If not, then he would still be deemed as a weak fool, but a weak fool with integrity. There would certainly be more respect, for a while. Nevertheless, the nation would hold all the cards, and the boss close to none. Power is actually that which has a tangible use, not some number on a spread sheet or a title. - Austria, Italy, Japan

Obsession and self-esteem issues would create a very dangerous mix here. Perhaps he would try to impress at the beginning with attentiveness and romantic gestures and with their more toxic traits disguised as awkwardness. There would be tense family dinners, and skewed conversations in the parliaments and attempts at heroics in order to impress. Should that not work, then three options would come to mind. 

One of them would to just wait for the current government to fall out of favour with the population and for the successors to trample all over the legacy and achievements of their predecessors. Then he could treat you as if your father never was of any importance. The second option would be to throw you over the shoulder like a sack of potatoes and elope with you. It’s not like they can really arrest him and they don’t care for him anyway. Any negative option towards him would be chalked up as daddy’s poisonous influence. Lastly, he could just stage your death and hoard you like he originally intended. - Germany, Romano

[shini--chan]

I wanted to thank you for how you wrote your yanderes. The level of detail and darkness you put into them shows just how well you know the trope and value the horror within it. It also makes it more immersive for us readers because of how much easier it is to relate to the MC’s emotions.

So, thank you again for your amazing skill.

Hiii, thank you for the praise. I owe to years of practice and all the peeps ready to provide constructive feedback. If you look at TMIUA, you'll see that I've spent years in the yandere fandom and have come a long way from the noob writer I was back then. Therefore, it is all the gratifying to know that all the hard work has paid off.

[shini--chan]

Alongside my request, I would like to say that you’re such a good writer?? Like omg you got me hooked on all of your yan!hetalia posts! Never stop writing I love your work ♡♡

Thank you!!!

I surely do plan on sticking to writing for a long time, so don't worry.

[shini--chan]

hi! First I want to say that I absolutely love your writing, and I've been following you for a long time!! Second, I was wondering if you'd be able to add the "read more" feature to your posts? Especially the longer ones, because sometimes scrolling past them can be a little annoying. I really don't mean to be rude or anything, and if you don't want to add that, that's fine too! You're not obligated to do anything, I just thought I would ask. Have a great day! 🫶

Hello, thank you for the nice words, I appreciate them. On to your second point - I haven't really encountered that problem anymore since it automatically adds a "Read the Post" option whenever I open my dash. I'm taking you have the problem when you go on my blog? In that case the links in the masterpost or searching through the tags.

I have actually actively decided against adding a "read more" feature to my posts since I have discovered it would make the rest of the post inaccesible in the case of a blog deactivation. I've just had it to often that I would be reading a post, only to be unable to read it completely due to the "read more" feature being active on the post of a deleted/deactivated blog

[shini--chan]

Yandere Concept 7#:

Instead of you being kidnapped, the yandere would convince you it is you that would want to be with them. It wouldn't have to be due to love.

It could be due to money. They are the one providing a roof over your head and food on the table. Maybe you are a pariah and only them would take you in. Maybe you are just in a tough spot and they offered you a helping hand in your time of need. Or you are a stranger in a strange land and they are the only friendly face in a sea of uncaring or hostile variables. Either way, they would hold power over you and if your wouldn't do as they say, you'd have to sleep in a wet, cold ditch. They wouldn't even have to be so extreme - being snappy? All the hot water is out. Trying to get away? Where have all your clothes and shoes gone? They are full of lice? What an unfortunate coincidence!

Or you could be a fugitive and they are the only one ready to hide you. Give them affection and present your love freely, or they' sell you out to the government/organisation hunting you. On the same vein - you could be out on an adventure and the only thing standing between you and becoming the next meal of some monster would be their good will. Should they blow the whistle and summon the wolves? Then stop flirting with other people!

As for something lighter and more tragic - you know one another to well. They were the only person there for you in your darkest hours. They know the shape and substance of all the skeletons in your closet. Perhaps they have even saved your life several times. Or you have just known them for so long, gotten so used to them that you can't manage to imagine life without them. Regardless, they'd be so deeply anchored in your life that you cannot remove them without injuring yourself gravely.

[shini--chan]

Ask box will be closing when I wake up on the 01.01.2025, so if you want to send in something, do it soon.

On a seperate note, why do almost all the Yandere Light Yagami posts on Tumblr/Ao3 involve some variation of him inquiring about MC's opinion about Kira? Also why all the threatening with the death note? Why not a nice battle of wits? Planning on writing a Yandere Light Yagami oneshot (a very long one mind you) that I'll post sometime next year

[shini--chan]

Yan face with human! reader (they are analytical cold and don't like hugging (tend to be sociopathic)

Scratching the sociopathic part because it doesn’t entirely fit with the analytical and cold part. Besides, I already had this finished and then my laptop decided to stage a rebellion. To say I’m a bit pissed would be an understatement

Yandere Allies - Winter Solstice

America

Alfred would see it as a challenge. In his eyes, you would just be so closed off because you wouldn’t have met him yet and have had somebody to open up to. It would just be like those old (as well as modern) Hollywood films where the love interest of the protagonist would make him chase them to prove his worth. Every slap to the face would just be a hint to try harder and every no would be a yes in disguise. Like the main character in those movies, he would just have to wear you down and you would just be playing hard to get. Never would a rejection of yours be taken seriously and it would just be seen as one of those silly games people like to play with each other. An important thing to keep in mind would be that the faster you would try to run from him, the more stubborn and passionate he would become in his pursuit of you. Even after he would have you bond to his side, he wouldn’t let go of that delusion. It just would compute for him that you aren’t enamoured with him, especially after you played hard to get for so long. 

You can bet your life that he wouldn’t respect your boundaries when it comes to touch, a feature that would be amplified after the two of you would “establish your relationship”. Wriggling out of his embrace, brushing off his hands, turning your cheek when he would go in for a kiss - that and many other rejection of his advances would just lead to him repeating the action more intimately and longer than before. It goes without saying that this would lead to some very … uncomfortable situations. 

Canada

Matthew would actually be relieved, There wouldn’t be such pressure to be a romantic this way and there wouldn’t be much difference between courting and living with him. This man would be from casting you lovelorn gazes while stalking you to casting lovelorn gazes at you while you go about your business in the isolated cabin he would keep you prisoner in after kidnapping you. His relationship would consist a lot of just observing you - he would act very much like a naturalist in that respect, so it wouldn’t matter much if you wouldn’t reciprocate his feelings. 

China

Yao wouldn’t have a big problem with it. Of course he would prefer it if you’d be more affectionate with him, yet he’d take what he is given. If being cold and distant is your baseline personality, then so be it - he’d have become obsessed with you for who you are after all. However, if you’re just playing at being standoffish to scare him off, then he wouldn’t have any of it. He’d increase his pursuit of you, maybe even going as far as forcing you to cooperate with him by pulling some strings and having you assigned to him. Then he’d have time to file away at your armour.

England

Arthur would actually be disturbed by your coldness and aloofness. The partner he would seek would be sweet and tender in the right moments, and have recognisable emotional expressions. You being so closed off, so one dimensional in character wouldn’t sit well with him. Which is why he would become quickly convinced that you would be hiding most of your personality from him and putting up a cold front to scare him away. As such, he would use any method to thaw that icy heart of your’s. Romantic gestures aplenty would be employed - from flowers to poetry to strolls in the park. Eventually though, he would become fed up with his failures and lure away to the woods. A scene would occur, that would culminate in him kidnapping you. 

After squirreling you away to his estate, he would put you through various trials in order to make your hard shell break. All good romantic relationships would have their own obstacles, and this would be one of your’s. For England, it would be alright if you’re cold to others, however you should be willing to grant emotional tenderness and warmth to him. He would also be very merciless in his pursuit of that. 

France

Francis would pity you. Who on earth would have harmed his beloved so much that they would have become closed off and introverted and distrusting? How dare the cruel world harm his petite little love. His notions of your relationship would lead him to directly skip the courting part and straight up kidnap you. When you would continue to be closed off and cold, he would sit you down to explain at length that you’re safe with him and that you no longer have to retreat into yourself to ensure you remain unharmed. With him, it would be alright to be vulnerable. To extend on this, he would see it as within his right to play therapist to you and if you wouldn’t cooperate, then he would resort to underhand methods. Romantic dinners would turn into interrogations, and every menial problem of your’s would be traced back to your childhood. 

Additionally, he would enact your “revenge” for you so that you can get over your past “traumas”. Your “abuser’s” head would be served to you on a silver platter. While it can be so easy to label him as a sappy, romantic fool, there would be instances like this where he would remind you that that would just be a singular facet to the personality of a warfaring empire.France would be like a cat bringing a mouse to your doorstep, and be as expectant as a hound for praise. 

Russia

Ivan would be alright at first - he would see it as a normal reaction to meeting somebody new. True smiles and real tears are only shared with family and friends, yes? If things would continue that way, then he’ll assume that he wronged you somehow or needs to step up his game. Eitherway, you’d be on the receiving end of a parade of flowers and chocolates. If you’d be naturally cold, then he’d come to terms with it. However, if he’d think you’re trying to get rid of him by giving him the cold shoulder, then you would be kidnapped.