#yandere basch Zwingli

[lovewithkarma]

I am ASHAMED of yandere hetalia fanfic writers, how come there is zero yandere Switzerland content??? Maybe it's just because I'm in love with him but there are like 5 (??) Fics of him and I'm DYING here

Like, look at himmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. I NEED more content of this, blonde ex mercenary

[chocolatte-and-despair]

hi!, could i please request the yandere allies and axis + romano and switzerland from hetalia who's obsession is also obsessed with them, but in a " i'm terrified of you / i want you dead " kind of way?.

Aph North Italy - Feliciano Vargas

* When Feliciano found that out, he was absolutely scared of you. He was not that strong and you could easily hurt him. He loved you but he was also afraid of you. * What did he do to make you feel like that? Could he change? Could he make it better? No matter what, he will do it! Please stop hating him!

Aph Germany - Ludwig Beilschmidt

* Ludwig knew that hate was quite a powerful emotion. Hate and Love were similar emotions. So of course, it was no surprise that you might go that far with hating him if he goes that far with his love for you. * Ludwig knows that if he works hard enough, that hate will change into love, but well, he might as well humor you and ask if he can do anything to make you not hate him.

Aph Japan - Kiku Honda

* Kiku would be completely understanding. Yes, he has done a lot of bad things and made you highly uncomfortable because of his actions, that's why he will not even dare question you or hate you for feeling the way you do. * all he would do is apologize and say that he will try to make it better all his life, until the day that Japan is no more. So please, give him a chance.

Aph America - Alfred F. Jones

* Why would Alfred want anything else but your hate? Honestly, you hating him is so fucking hot. And god, if you would want to go and actually hurt him? Yes. Please! This is exactly why he even started to obsess over you. * That's why, why would he ever want your hate to change? God, no no, just hate him more. Honestly, he can do better! He can do a better job at making you hate him more! just you wait!

Aph England - Arthur Kirkland

* Arthur would find your hate troublesome. He understands that hating him lightly is.. normal in your situation, but please. Don't you think this is going too far? Please cease your stupid acts before he tries and stops you himself. * Arthur won't stoop so low to try and ask what he can do to make you stop hating him, but he will tell you, quite strickly, to stop being a child before he forces you to stop.

Aph France - Francis Bonnefoy

* Francis would be completely heartbroken. He gave you nothing but love and affection! please, my love, why are you acting like this? Why are you breaking his heart like this? He did absolutely nothing bad. He only loved you. Is loving you a crime? * He would beg you to tell him what to change about himself. Anything, absolutely anything. He would go under surgery to change himself if it was his appearance. If it's his personality, just tell him how you want him to be and he will be it, just please! Love him back!

Aph China - Yao Wang

* Yao would think this is just a little childish emotion. Come on, do you believe that your hate is going to deter him? He has lived far longer than you and he understands how childish your little behavior is. Stop acting like this while he's still nice. * Yao, to humor you, would ask what he can change about himself. If he believes that it is reasonable, then he will actually do it, otherwise, no.

Aph Russia - Ivan Braginsky

* Ivan would misunderstand your hate for love. Wonderful! You love him too! I mean, love and hate, it's all the same! So, thank you for loving him! He loves you a lot too! come on, stop being shy and move in with him now! * Why would he ever want you to stop loving him? That would be stupid! He knows that he finally got what he wanted so he will be happy now!

Aph Canada - Matthew Williams

* Matthew would be confused. I'm sorry, what? How dare you hate him?.. He fell for you because he thought you were different, but it seems that you are the same as everyone else... Well, he can hate you too then. * Sadly, at this point, he doesn't care about how you feel anymore. You decided to be bad and treat someone who was nice to you badly, then he will give you back the same behavior until you are ruined.

Aph Switzerland - Basch Zwingli

* Basch would think that you are just joking. Why would you hate him? I mean, he has never done anything bad. Yes, he had been protective over you, but come on, are you really going to be angry with him because he was showing that he cared about you? * Basch would probably eventually try to make sure that you don't hate him. He will even back off for some time if that is what it takes for you to not hate him anymore.

Aph South Italy - Lovino Vargas

* Lovino wouldn't show it, but he has completely torn apart because of that. How can you do that to him? He loved you like nobody else loved you and you.. And you dare treat him like this?! Please! He will do absolutely everything! Just please, god please! Don't leave him! * Lovino is willing to do absolutely anything for you. He is willing to do absolutely everything to try and gain your love. So please, don't leave him! You are the only person who makes him feel good!

[alfredosauce50]

Method to my madness [Yandere! Switzerland x reader]

Word count: 4,144 Warning: NSFW content later in the fic. There will be a warning line before it starts, and another line to indicate its conclusion. So skip it if you don’t want to read it.

Synopsis: As a stereotypical Swiss, he never did anything unplanned and worshipped punctuality. But when it comes to you, he’d throw that all away and show up to your door unannounced. In another country. And in the middle of the school term. Why? Because he can. Because he doesn’t trust your neighbors, your raunchy one in particular. He was the polar opposite to him—lazy, sloppy, and disorganized. So when he tries to invite you to a party, Basch makes it a point to stop you from going—even if that entails doing exactly what he accused him of. The reader is referred to as she/her.

Crunching numbers occurred to him like second nature. Anything that could be explained in a book, he understood like the back of his hand. In fact, he didn’t have much trouble doing anything at all, but when it came to you, every fiber of his being would clam up. His infallible logic betrayed him like he never had any in the first place. Now was one of those times as he boarded a flight bound for California. 

As he made himself comfortable in his seat, he gave the passengers around him a quick study. Already, they were stripping themselves of their outer layers. Windbreakers, jackets, coats, you name it. A middle-aged man removed his hoodie to reveal a T-shirt underneath, and with big, bold letters spelled ‘USA’, which popped out around his belly as if to emphasize it. A single thought occurred to him as he looked away with furrowed brows. Tourists.

They had their fun, and were on their way home, starting with preparing for the sweltering heat of Californian Summer. He folded his arms together and sank into his chair. He’d remove his knit later. At the moment, he had a more pressing issue in his hands. What was he supposed to say when he’d show up at your door without notice? 

Hi, I felt a dire need to visit you all the way in America in the middle of your semester when I heard you were living in a dorm. But that’s not all. It would’ve been fine until you sent me a selfie with a guy in the background holding a peace sign. Then that other photo showing a different guy using your toaster. Which implies that there are numerous guys living with you. In other words, people I don’t trust alone with you. 

So here I am. 

Surely, that wouldn’t fly. 

You’d known him as a man who had his whole life planned out in a diary. And this was hardly planned. It was spontaneous, even. Basch Zwingli, the stereotypical Swiss who looked at the clock for things to do, was being spontaneous? Hell may as well freeze over at this point. To say this would surprise you was given, but he didn’t see anything wrong with this, per se. He probably would’ve done this to Lilli, but the thing was, he wouldn’t have ever let her study abroad by herself in the first place. 

She was his baby sister, but you weren’t. And that was probably why he was at your doorstep. He couldn’t oppose your choice of study, but he could sure as hell be part of it. 

He knocked a few times. He could barely make out the faint ‘just a second!’, but the sound of the voice was so familiar, he froze up. But that wasn’t quite right. Hearing Lilli’s voice never made him feel this way. The door creaked open to reveal a less than presentable girl in her pajamas, an oversized shirt, and she had the messy bed hair to go with it. 

And when you saw who your visitor was, the droop in your eyes disappeared. 

“Basch!? Oh my god--what are you--” You could barely talk as disbelieving laughs fell from your lips. “I can’t believe it’s you! I almost couldn’t recognize your face because I didn’t expect you at all!” Reaching out to give him a tight embrace, he returned the gesture with a gentler hug. 

His arms were slow to wrap around your form, but to even have your affection reciprocated at all spoke volumes of how he was feeling. It had been nearly half a year since he saw you last, and to realize he was spoiling himself with an unannounced visit sent chills down his spine. He really was pushing the envelope with this one. But he had a gut feeling he wouldn’t regret this at all. 

When you pulled away, he caught you gleaming at him with the brightest of smiles. It was so infectious, he felt a light tugging at his lips. “Well, I’m here if that convinces you.”  

You grinned. “What are you even doing here? My break doesn’t start until a month later! But I can say this is a good time you caught me in. I only have one more final to pull through.” Pulling him into your humble abode, you barely made it into the hallway when you failed to hear the sound of wheels. So you paused. “... Basch, where’s your stuff?” 

Confusion contorted at your expression, but you looked more worried than anything. It would’ve made sense if he was planning to stay at a hotel, but that wasn’t possible. He’d rather sleep on the ground than spend hundreds of dollars for accommodation, and what was the point of visiting if he wasn’t under the same roof as you? He tensed up as he confronted how truly out of character he’d been acting. 

Shit. Even he was shocked that he failed to bring the most fundamental of things for this trip. When he bought his ticket, nothing went through his mind besides the need to see you. It took up so much of his brain, it managed to block out the concept of a suitcase. Packing for a trip that was to last for months. How was he supposed to explain himself? “... They lost my suitcase on the way here.” Perfect. 

Your lips formed an ‘o’ shape as you nodded in understanding. “Ah, that’s too bad. I’m sure they’ll find it for you, though. Otherwise, they’re gonna have one hell of a lawsuit.” 

“... But where’s Lilli?”  

Why was his sister not with him when they were practically sewed together by the hip? And for such an important visit, no less. But he came prepared in case you’d ask. “Lilli’s not here because she had school. And I saw that tickets were the cheapest during this time so I decided to come early.” 

At the sound of that, any traces of worry left your face and you burst into a fit of laughter. 

“Of course you did, you cheapskate. I was always wondering which trait of yours was the strongest, but now I know.” Blood rushed up to his cheeks and he forced himself to look away. But when he felt your hands settle on his shoulders, he slowly turned to you. He didn’t even know if he was supposed to regret that action, because in that very second, he realized he was wrapped around your finger. 

“I’m just kidding, Basch. There’s nothing wrong with saving money. And if that means you get to visit early, I’ll love you for it.” You cracked a tender smile at him this time around, and seeing that look on your face while listening to you talk had him wondering if he was even breathing at that point. 

It was almost terrifying how easily he could lose his head around you. And he thought he had a good one on his shoulders. Everyone did. How come he could barely even think straight when it came to you?   

“... Right.” He tipped his head forward to let his bangs fall in front of his face. It was a gesture that was almost shy in nature, but his action revealed a small ponytail on the back of his head, which of course, stole your attention away in an instant. 

You gasped to emphasize the discovery. “Aw, did you tie your hair up? It looks so good! Everyone’s gonna be asking about you now!” Giving him a teasing elbow, you watched his expression morph into dismay. “Hey, I promise it’s a good kind of curiosity. College has us all swarmed and we’re dying for something out of the ordinary. My friends will be excited to meet you!” 

“Why, because I’m… European?” 

“Are you asking that because I complimented your hair?” He heard a soft snort from you. “I’m from the same town as you, dummy. I think I’d count as European as well. But that’s probably what they’ll be so interested about.” That was right. “If they find out about you, they won’t stop asking about if we’re… You know what.” Your voice strained a little and you looked embarrassed, even.

He blinked. For someone so high-strung about you, he could sometimes miss the key points. 

“I’m having a hard time following. About what?” 

You sighed and pushed his cheeks together to muffle his words. “Why do you always have to make me say everything, hm? They’ll obviously ask if we’re dating. You’ve never met them because they always go elsewhere during the break, but everyone will be here this time.” 

By everyone, he assumed that included peace-sign guy and toaster-leeching guy. Immediately, he frowned with the most potent kind of disdain he ever felt. To think they spent most of the year with you was almost disheartening. But he didn’t need to remind himself they were the reason he was here. Basch could admit he was an oblivious person at times, but he wasn’t ignorant to the promiscuous sex life in college. The men here were wolves, so he had to see for himself if he could really leave you alone here. 

But he had a feeling he wouldn’t be leaving your side anytime soon. 

If that was going to give your friends the wrong idea, or perhaps, the right idea about you two, then so be it. He even wanted them to assume things. Even if he didn’t think much of it, flying all the way here for an impromptu visit was more than enough to get mouths moving. 

He had yet to be on the same page as them. To realize that maybe, what he was doing wasn’t because you were like a little sister to him--like Lilli--someone to be protected. Or rather, someone he had strong feelings for. But given enough time around these so-called friends of yours, he’d learn it the hard way. And who better to press his buttons than your raunchy next-door neighbor? 

The day after his unexpected arrival, he’d encounter this very neighbor who found the leisure in swinging by for a visit. Basch had his hands full with dishes in the sink when a few knocks were heard. He was generous enough to make lunch and clean up, though you had to wonder if doing chores was how he’d repay the debt from all the things you had to buy for him. 

He never moved from where he stood as he could already hear you scrambling to answer the door. When it creaked open, a low and playful laugh greeted you. “There’s my girl.” My what now? Turning his head to the newcomer, he felt a pang of annoyance when he saw a man lean in from the doorframe. Said man reached out to give your hair an affectionate ruffle, and immediately, Basch decided he didn’t like him. 

“Mornin’. Did ya eat yet? I was gonna go to a cafe for some grub. The one that has those killer vegan pancakes. Wanna come with?” 

You hummed in disappointment. “Sorry, Al. I just ate. Maybe if you came in a little earlier, I would’ve been able to come.” Placing your hands on your hips, you placed emphasis on what you later added. “It’s two.” 

No, he hated him. From that brief exchange and study of his physical appearance, he knew he was practically the polar opposite of him. A lazy,  good-for-nothing slob. He had two full sleeves of tattoos. Piercings decorated one of his eyebrows, and as he spoke, he saw a small silver ball on his tongue. His fiery red hair wasn’t even long, but it was still unkempt as if he just rolled out of bed and didn’t bother checking the mirror. But then again, he did greet you with ‘morning’. Basch tightened his ponytail and made his way over to you, disgruntled. “...”

Sensing his presence by your side, you patted him on the back. “This is Basch, by the way. The friend I told you about.” When you exchanged looks with Basch, your smile faltered when you saw his expression. He looked almost upset, though you hadn’t the faintest idea why. 

You figured you’d ask later. 

The stranger was fast to acknowledge him, and with great enthusiasm at that. “Ohh, you’re the dude who flew over from Finland or something!” His striking ruby eyes widened with fascination, and he was grinning from ear to ear. “Wow, you’re pretty high-strung bout’ her, aren’t you? Makes the two of us.”  

High-strung about you? Of course, he was--whatever the hell that meant. “... Switzerland.” The blonde clarified, to where Allen merely shrugged. “Close enough.” 

While you laughed off his playful jibes and apparent forgetfulness, Basch couldn’t humor him. Between him and your neighbor, they were probably completely serious about the high-strung bit. He could tell in that brief side-eye Allen gave him, almost as if he was trying to stir some kind of reaction. 

So be it. Two could play at this game. Unbeknownst to your raunchy friend, Basch could be just as outspoken. 

“Anyways--” Rolling his head to you, Allen shot you an expectant look. “So… What’s your answer, doll? To the party this Friday? Is it a yes or a yes?” 

“She’s not going.”

Your lips separated agape to answer, but he beat you to it. His invitation was shot down just like that. Shock widened your eyes and you gawked at Basch. You knew how protective he could get, exceedingly so, but it never got to the point of canceling plans without discussion. 

“What do you mean, I’m not going? Basch, it’s fine!” You exasperated, but his only response was to squeeze your hand. 

Something was wrong, for sure. 

“... Yeah, it’s not like anything‘s gonna happen. Not when I’m around. So what’s the big idea, man?” Allen folded his arms disapprovingly. A shrewd light glinted in his eyes when he was struck with an idea. “If you’re so worried, you can just come with. Even though you’re not her boyfriend—”

Basch felt himself go red in the face. From both anger and mortification—because Allen was right. 

“... Fine. I will go with her.” He relented, albeit reluctantly. Hardening his stare at the tanned figure, someone who sounded more persistent than he liked, he let his tongue slip. “And it doesn’t matter I’m not her boyfriend. I’m still her best friend, and I care about her more than you do.”

It was a given from how long you’ve been this close to him. But that didn’t change the fact blurting that out was unlike him. It left you in a blushing tizzy to hear him explicitly say those things, and you grew hyper-aware of his iron grip on your hand. 

Being protective was one thing. But when was he possessive? 

Allen laughed. “Yeah, yeah. You can flex that label all you want.” Making a move to leave by turning his feet, his lips curled up into a mischievous smirk. “I don’t want it. Not when a better label’s up for grabs. Boyfriend. Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?”

Shooting you a wink to reduce you into a stuttering mess, he took his leave. 

And when he did, Basch lost his shit. 

“How long have you been friends with that guy? Can’t you see he’s just trying to get into your pants? He’ll probably stop being so nice to you once he does!” He fumed, taking both your hands into his as if to secure you in place. But really, you weren’t going anywhere. Not when you were about to receive the biggest lecture of your life. “You can’t hang around people like that, (F/N). You can’t trust him.”

You hung your head as a frown downturned your features. There was some truth to his words, especially when the man he spoke so ill of was a fairly new friend of yours. It was a shame to say the least because you did like having him around, but that wasn’t the biggest concern of yours at the moment. “You’re right… Kinda… I just really liked him as a friend, so I didn’t wanna say no…”

That didn’t come out right.

He thinned his lips as a grim expression contorted at his face. “... Did he do anything to you?”

You shook your head profusely. “No! God, no, of course not! Sorry, I put it weirdly. Nothing happened, really.”

Basch sighed, reaching out to pinch the bridge of his nose. 

His bangs fell over his eyes to hide them. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this worked up over you, over a guy at that, but then again, he was beginning to suspect there was a little more to it than that. “... Okay. So are you gonna go to the party?”

“I don’t know. But I’ll probably go if you come with me, so…” With your free hand, you held onto the hem of his shirt. When he caught sight of the look you had on your face, he stopped breathing all over again. “I can tell something’s wrong with you. You looked really upset just then, and it’s not like you to just snap like that.”

He released you to dig through his hair, loosening the once tight strands pulled back in his ponytail. 

That was right. Since when was he so possessive? 

So jealous? 

He bit his lip and looked positively defeated. As he fixated on the ground to avoid your gaze, he felt your hand gently cup his cheek, forcing him to look up at you. “It’s not like you to suddenly show up out of the blue, either. So tell me, why did you actually come here?”

Basch furrowed his brows and screwed his eyes shut. “... I don’t know. I just wanted to see you. That’s all.” You softened your gaze at that, feeling your chest swell up with warmth. He was always brutally honest, but he was more ambiguous when it came to how he felt. 

So to hear him admit his troubles so easily had you almost worried about him.

As if he sensed this worry, he offered you a small smile of reassurance. 

“Don’t worry about me. I swear there’s nothing wrong.”

Or that was what he wished, at least, because he was far from okay. 

To make things worse, Allen wasn’t patient enough for today because he dropped by two more times after meeting Basch for the first time. Nearly a week had passed since then. This only proved his suspicions—that all he wanted was to get in your pants—and it left Basch positively restless. So restless that he couldn’t leave you alone.

It was finally Friday, and you were in your room browsing for outfits for the night. The man was sleeping like a log in your bed, and after a few unsuccessful attempts at waking him up, you decided to change with him in the room. How he ended up in your sheets wasn’t anything out of character, per se. 

In the previous few days, he followed you around everywhere you went. That, you were perfectly fine with, but sleeping in your bed? He was pushing it. Despite your valiant efforts to get him back into the guest room, it was unparalleled to his own determination. What could you say? He was as stubborn as a mule. That statement would manifest into reality as he stirred awake. 

Sitting up with the worst bed hair you’d ever seen, you found yourself covering your chest instinctively as he stared dead into your eyes with his own drooping ones. “Basch! Sorry, um, I couldn’t wake you so I decided to just…” Blood rushed up to your cheeks as he continued to stare, wordlessly. “Basch?” 

You watched him slide off the mattress and saunter over. Holding your wrists and lowering them, he exposed your bra, but he never gave you the chance to complain. Instead, he loomed his head over yours and glowered at you. “You’re not going.” 

Goosebumps pricked all over your skin when his hot breath fanned over your lips, and you were much too taken aback by his closeness to object. In fact, his face was so close, his nose was brushing against yours. “Wait, what are you--” Your whispers were cut off abruptly when he sealed your mouth with his. 

He was kissing you. Albeit innocently as he parted frequently, pecking your lips over and over again. As gentle as he was, he still left you breathless, but flustered and confused all the same. But you didn’t have the heart to push him off you as your mind raced with questions. Why was he doing this? Had he always felt this way? There was a tenderness in his touch that told you he had. 

But why didn’t he ever tell you? 

When he finally parted, he kept his forehead pressed against yours. “Just tell him you’re not interested.” He frowned. “Say you already have a boyfriend. I’ll pretend if I have to.”  

Because he’d been denying it. 

“But--” Basch kissed you again, leaving a silvery strand of saliva connecting your lips as he parted. Your chest was rising and falling in a fervent manner as you struggled to breathe--the same plight he’d been facing for a while. Frankly speaking, you were at a loss from how much control you let him have over you. But you never tried to push him away. At this point, the throbbing in your chest had completely shattered your resolve. “--why are you kissing me if we’re pretending? There’s nobody here but us.” 

His cheeks reddened before he tugged you along to your bed. Seating you on his lap, he attached his hands to your waist and squeezed it, making you yelp out in surprise. “If you’re letting me kiss you, then how are we pretending?” You blushed at that, realizing you had just as much of a part to blame. 

Leaning in at that, he fanned his breath over your lips. “It just means it’s real.” 

He still wasn’t processing the weight of his actions and just how out of line he was acting. But then again, he never did either of those things when it came to you. And it wasn’t like you were stopping him, either. So really, you were just as guilty for letting things go out of hand. Though you had to wonder if this was how things were supposed to be, especially when you continued kissing him in his lap.

*NSFW content ahead*

Said kissing escalated along with the heat of your bodies, all until he had his tongue in your mouth. 

He never realized how much he’d wanted this until he had you under him, squeezing his neck as he left lovebites all over yours. Then, he made his way down to your shoulder and collarbones, chewing on your flesh until he memorized the taste of you. But he couldn’t say he was satisfied. Not until he truly crossed your boundaries and went all the way. 

That was where this was going, after all.

Rather than going to that party Allen invited you to, you spent the whole night having sex with Basch. To say it was a psychedelic experience was an understatement.

As he held you down to make love to you, letting his arousal curve deep into your walls at every strong thrust he gave, he had you writhing in pleasure so good, the last remnants of your sound mind were completely destroyed. So while you would’ve been fussing about the fact he didn’t use any protection, you couldn’t, not when he fucked you silly.

To him, this was a culmination of everything he wanted. To have you for himself. And this rampant desire was so potent, it inundated him. Tugging apart the strands that held his self-control and reason together, he lost his head. 

You never imagined he’d be so energetic and reckless in bed, even cumming inside you, twice, on purpose, when he was always so high-strung about safety. But as you found yourself on his thighs again, trembling as you sunk down to the base of his cock, you could watch him unravel with all sorts of animated expressions you’d never seen before. 

Desperation, lust, and an aggressive infatuation as he bounced you on his imposing member. Bringing you close so he could bite your ear, you could hear the shivering in his breathing as he held back his moans. “You drive me so fucking crazy sometimes...” He whispered. 

*NSFW content ends*

That was the first time you ever heard him curse, too. So maybe, you really were driving him crazy. This would become more apparent the next morning as he slept in past noon, something he hadn’t done in years. 

And depending on if you’d remember or not, he’d buy you some morning-after pills. 

Because something happening wasn’t a big concern of his. 

In fact, it excited him.

[lovewithkarma]

Call me crazy but I think Kiku and Basch could work on sharing a darling

Would it be easy? No. Is this just me saying I love the ship? Yes

But honestly…if tried, it could work, distance/timezone will be a problem but if tried IT COULD WORK😋

also good luck for the darling, not only are you going to have two crazy ahhh yandere on ends of the world but your ahh could never rest again

[lovewithkarma]

I need someone write a fic abt yandere vash with a reader who CANNOT handle the cold at all. Like she NEVER seen snow before and been in weather under 60 (f) degrees. So when its winter, in the mountains too, her ass is DYING because she never been in that kind of weather before.

This just tells EVERYONE where I'm from doesn't it??

[lovewithkarma]

cAn I get platonic yandere Switzerland and Liechtenstein hcs

SHARING A DARLING!

Notes: Heh... Of course kitten😈 this isn't really hcs but 🔥🔥🔥. This probably has some good spelling in there. I read this req as sharing a darling and idk if you want it  separate or not so let's pretend you wanted it together  

Tw: yandere content, such as obsession , copying, overprotectiveness, vash with a gun on the last sentence-

My favorite duo, I could honestly see them sharing a darling. They already get along and live together; they could definitely share. Liechtenstein was probably the first to meet you, probably fascinated by you.

Maybe you were her teenage dream, someone so cool and beautiful. You were probably just a normal teenager, but something about you just drives her to you. She would want badly to befriend you and prove that she is worthy of being friends with you by copying you.

Not that she means it in a jealous or mean way, but she wants to prove to herself that she's worthy. You showing interest in a show or book would just be enough for her to watch or read it too!! Plus, it gives her an excuse to talk to you.

Basch would notice the change in her: her listening to different music, her watching this show more often, or her spending more time on her appearance. Or if you worked, she spent more time in this one shop.

He would think it was just a short thing, maybe a small phase, but when he realizes, he confronts her after he notices her odd behavior.

Elise wouldn't really know what to say; should she just tell him? She shouldn't hide secrets from her big brother, but this wasn't exactly normal, was it?

She told her brother she just wants to impress someone. Her brother lets out a sigh and tells her she shouldn't change herself for someone and blah blah.

Even though she does tone it down, she is still under your influence, so Basch decides to meet you. Finally, meeting you was pleasant; it could've been worse. Basch could see why she wants to impress you.

Basch's obsession with you is slower but still very much happens. Inviting you over more, asking you what you did for the weekend (if not stayed at his house). Just little stuff like that.

Basch knows he can't relate to you like Elise can, but that's fine. Sure, when you're having a sleepover, he can't go in because it's an all-girl sleepover, but he could send in Elise. She's a teenage girl; she could understand you.

She makes plushies and clothes to match yours, by the way. Like, for example, if you had a My Melody plushy, she would have a Kuromi plushy she made.

As the two obsessions both grow, they both notice each other's obsession. Elise would feel relieved that her brother feels the same way about her dear friend while Basch was feeling aware that his feelings are wrong and that you're a person, not an object of his.

But he just can't stop; he knows you are your own person, but he just can't help it and feels like he needs to protect you. You would've been so much better if you just let him.

They always invite you to their house, by the way. Most of the time, you are there enjoying the view they have in the backyard or any of their land. I mean, who wouldn't want to see the Swiss Alps?

It gets to a point where you're always with them, at their house. Always with them, at one of their sides.

Even if you guys don't live close or in the same country, they'll try to make time for you even if it's not face to face but a phone call.

I could see you being kidnapped if you did something to trigger Vash. Maybe finding another friendship and not spending as much time with him, and his paranoia starts to eat him alive, or you being put into a dangerous scenario.

Good luck then; he'll kidnap your ass, and don't think Liechtenstein would help you escape. She didn't really want this, but if it keeps you with her, she'll do it.

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Extra, before if you were ever to get a partner, Switzerland would interrogate them with a gun with his hands.

[lovewithkarma]

I love vash

Vash.... Mym..... Yandere.... Vash... Yan... Yandere vash... Yandere Switzerland... Yandere basch

[lovewithkarma]

Chat... What if for Halloween I wrote yandere basch but mix it with corpse bride....

Vash as Emily but with some changes..or the reader could be Emily..

That would be so much fun to write but knowing me I can't write for shiii😔😔

[chocolatte-and-despair]

Hm... More Hetalia!

Yan Japan, Switzerland, and Ireland!

Aph Japan - Kiku Honda

Kiku is a worshipper yandere. From the moment that he had met you, he had been making sure that you were really perfect for him. And as strange as that sounded to him, he found even your flaws perfect. Everything about you was perfect for him. He knew that you found it strange how he followed every word like a puppy, but he couldn’t do anything about it.

If you would reject him, Kiku would blame himself for not being good enough. Clearly, you were too good for him and he should be ashamed for even asking you out. He needs to change his ways if he wants to be worthy of you. For now, he will be happy with just being your follower. 

Aph Switzerland -  Basch Zwingli

Basch is a protective yandere. From the moment that he met you, he found you to be very similar to his sister. You two got along too, so, of course, Basch will make sure to protect you. Anyone that tries to come near you will be shot if they are in his territory and if not, he will make sure to shoot them the next time they come around.  If you would reject him, he would be very understanding but would ask to let him keep protecting you from everyone else. He still really cares about you and hopes that his feelings won’t get in the way of that. 

Aph North Italy -  Feliciano Vargas (I don’t write for Ireland, so! I’ll write one random headcanons instead!)

Feliciano is a dependant yandere. There is not a moment that he will not be calling for you. His shoes are untied? S/O! He feels hungry? S/O! He’s scared? S/O! Every time he is scared at night, he visits you, cuddling up to you. If you don’t like him doing that, he does that when you fall asleep. 

If you would reject him, he would cry and beg for you to love him. He would always keep trying, no matter how many times you reject him, not really caring if you are getting angry with him or are breaking your friendship off. 

[lovewithkarma]

Why Is this flopping so hard😓

cAn I get platonic yandere Switzerland and Liechtenstein hcs

SHARING A DARLING!

Notes: Heh... Of course kitten😈 this isn't really hcs but 🔥🔥🔥. This probably has some good spelling in there. I read this req as sharing a darling and idk if you want it  separate or not so let's pretend you wanted it together  

Tw: yandere content, such as obsession , copying, overprotectiveness, vash with a gun on the last sentence-

My favorite duo, I could honestly see them sharing a darling. They already get along and live together; they could definitely share. Liechtenstein was probably the first to meet you, probably fascinated by you.

Maybe you were her teenage dream, someone so cool and beautiful. You were probably just a normal teenager, but something about you just drives her to you. She would want badly to befriend you and prove that she is worthy of being friends with you by copying you.

Not that she means it in a jealous or mean way, but she wants to prove to herself that she's worthy. You showing interest in a show or book would just be enough for her to watch or read it too!! Plus, it gives her an excuse to talk to you.

Basch would notice the change in her: her listening to different music, her watching this show more often, or her spending more time on her appearance. Or if you worked, she spent more time in this one shop.

He would think it was just a short thing, maybe a small phase, but when he realizes, he confronts her after he notices her odd behavior.

Elise wouldn't really know what to say; should she just tell him? She shouldn't hide secrets from her big brother, but this wasn't exactly normal, was it?

She told her brother she just wants to impress someone. Her brother lets out a sigh and tells her she shouldn't change herself for someone and blah blah.

Even though she does tone it down, she is still under your influence, so Basch decides to meet you. Finally, meeting you was pleasant; it could've been worse. Basch could see why she wants to impress you.

Basch's obsession with you is slower but still very much happens. Inviting you over more, asking you what you did for the weekend (if not stayed at his house). Just little stuff like that.

Basch knows he can't relate to you like Elise can, but that's fine. Sure, when you're having a sleepover, he can't go in because it's an all-girl sleepover, but he could send in Elise. She's a teenage girl; she could understand you.

She makes plushies and clothes to match yours, by the way. Like, for example, if you had a My Melody plushy, she would have a Kuromi plushy she made.

As the two obsessions both grow, they both notice each other's obsession. Elise would feel relieved that her brother feels the same way about her dear friend while Basch was feeling aware that his feelings are wrong and that you're a person, not an object of his.

But he just can't stop; he knows you are your own person, but he just can't help it and feels like he needs to protect you. You would've been so much better if you just let him.

They always invite you to their house, by the way. Most of the time, you are there enjoying the view they have in the backyard or any of their land. I mean, who wouldn't want to see the Swiss Alps?

It gets to a point where you're always with them, at their house. Always with them, at one of their sides.

Even if you guys don't live close or in the same country, they'll try to make time for you even if it's not face to face but a phone call.

I could see you being kidnapped if you did something to trigger Vash. Maybe finding another friendship and not spending as much time with him, and his paranoia starts to eat him alive, or you being put into a dangerous scenario.

Good luck then; he'll kidnap your ass, and don't think Liechtenstein would help you escape. She didn't really want this, but if it keeps you with her, she'll do it.

-

Extra, before if you were ever to get a partner, Switzerland would interrogate them with a gun with his hands.