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These giggles sickened Kiku, the giggles that filled him with such pride that he was able to make his lover laugh.
It was not the laughter triggered by him but rather the blonde made his blossom stood with.
They had gone to a pavilion to view butterflies and flowers.
He had gone to go get them some drinks only to find a man trying to get closer to his blossom.
He wasn't having any of it.
It was already nerve racking enough to actually confess his love to her, he wasn't about to let some blond stranger take her from him.
"(Name)." His voice came out unintentionally brisk and bossy.
"Kiku!" Her eyes lit up bright when he saw him and he was momentarily stunned at her beautiful (e/c) hues.
"Francis was teaching me how to make flower crowns!" She bubbled.
He almost scowled when she spoke the other man's name.
Kiku watched (Name) as she approached him, messy crown in her hands.
"Here!" She lifted the crown and rested it on his head, "For my lovely emperor."
She leaned and kissed his lips, making him melt for a brief moment.
Oh, his lovely blossom was truly a treasure.
A smile curled at his handsome face, "But what is an emperor..."
He held her around the waist, gazing down into her eyes.
His voice dropped an octave, "Without his empress?" He cooed.
(Name) blushed and giggled softly, "But did the emperor get our drinks?"
He took out one of the water bottles, "Yes I have."
"Ahh, young love." Francis's voice came.
Kiku again had to hold back a scowl, the muscle above his brow twitched.
"But you're only seven years older than us!" (Name) accused.
"But I am not married, non?" He chuckled, "Enjoy ze rest of your visit!"
Kiku glared daggers into the Frenchman's back, seeing through the Frenchman's lie.
There was a thin tan line around his left ring finger, recently removed.
Kiku had remembered this man, he was married to a one Olivia Kirkland.
He had removed it as he flirted with (Name).
Kiku was planning on removing that finger altogether, along with the rest of them.
"Kiku, let's go see the blue bells!" His girlfriend exclaimed, gorgeous eyes taking his line of vision.
But for now, he will enjoy the day he planned with his blossom and happily plan the Frenchman's demise.
//Extended Ending
Francis stepped into his home, calling, "Olive, I'm home!"
He hastily wiped the lipstick stains from his collar before walking into their home.
There was no response, "Olive?" He arched a blonde brow.
The apartment was almost bare, most of Olivia's belongings gone.
A look of horror grew on his face before he ran into the house, he stuck his head into the dark kitchen.
He called, "Olive, amour, zis isn't funny!!"
"Olive!!?" He looked around and flicked on the light before moving into the living room.
"OLIVE!!" He turned on the light, just to be frozen at the sight of a certain Japanese male.
"Don't bother." Kiku lazily said, tracing the blade of the short katana in his hands.
"What did you do wizh 'er!!?" Francis's eyes widened in terror.
"I didn't do a thing. I told her you were being unfaithful. She had left a half an hour ago." Kiku chuckled as his eyes clouded with ice.
A sadistic smirk slipped onto his face before he closed in on the frozen blond,"She wanted me to make sure you will do nothing like this to anyone else anymore..."
It was not the laughter triggered by him but rather the blonde made his blossom stood with.
They had gone to a pavilion to view butterflies and flowers.
He had gone to go get them some drinks only to find a man trying to get closer to his blossom.
He wasn't having any of it.
It was already nerve racking enough to actually confess his love to her, he wasn't about to let some blond stranger take her from him.
"(Name)." His voice came out unintentionally brisk and bossy.
"Kiku!" Her eyes lit up bright when he saw him and he was momentarily stunned at her beautiful (e/c) hues.
"Francis was teaching me how to make flower crowns!" She bubbled.
He almost scowled when she spoke the other man's name.
Kiku watched (Name) as she approached him, messy crown in her hands.
"Here!" She lifted the crown and rested it on his head, "For my lovely emperor."
She leaned and kissed his lips, making him melt for a brief moment.
Oh, his lovely blossom was truly a treasure.
A smile curled at his handsome face, "But what is an emperor..."
He held her around the waist, gazing down into her eyes.
His voice dropped an octave, "Without his empress?" He cooed.
(Name) blushed and giggled softly, "But did the emperor get our drinks?"
He took out one of the water bottles, "Yes I have."
"Ahh, young love." Francis's voice came.
Kiku again had to hold back a scowl, the muscle above his brow twitched.
"But you're only seven years older than us!" (Name) accused.
"But I am not married, non?" He chuckled, "Enjoy ze rest of your visit!"
Kiku glared daggers into the Frenchman's back, seeing through the Frenchman's lie.
There was a thin tan line around his left ring finger, recently removed.
Kiku had remembered this man, he was married to a one Olivia Kirkland.
He had removed it as he flirted with (Name).
Kiku was planning on removing that finger altogether, along with the rest of them.
"Kiku, let's go see the blue bells!" His girlfriend exclaimed, gorgeous eyes taking his line of vision.
But for now, he will enjoy the day he planned with his blossom and happily plan the Frenchman's demise.
//Extended Ending
Francis stepped into his home, calling, "Olive, I'm home!"
He hastily wiped the lipstick stains from his collar before walking into their home.
There was no response, "Olive?" He arched a blonde brow.
The apartment was almost bare, most of Olivia's belongings gone.
A look of horror grew on his face before he ran into the house, he stuck his head into the dark kitchen.
He called, "Olive, amour, zis isn't funny!!"
"Olive!!?" He looked around and flicked on the light before moving into the living room.
"OLIVE!!" He turned on the light, just to be frozen at the sight of a certain Japanese male.
"Don't bother." Kiku lazily said, tracing the blade of the short katana in his hands.
"What did you do wizh 'er!!?" Francis's eyes widened in terror.
"I didn't do a thing. I told her you were being unfaithful. She had left a half an hour ago." Kiku chuckled as his eyes clouded with ice.
A sadistic smirk slipped onto his face before he closed in on the frozen blond,"She wanted me to make sure you will do nothing like this to anyone else anymore..."
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Fem! Japan x Fem! Reader
I am a noob so the story wont be like "WOW ITS SOME PRO SHIT"
Enjoyy
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3RD Person POV
Oh yes, the lovely girl Japan.
She was very quiet from times to times but she would open up to her friends.
Her friends mainly were : Monica , A german independent strong woman, Felia, A bubbly happy Italian and (y/n), A girl that had a lot in common with the japanese girl.
Sakura and her both liked Manga, Anime and more things.
But there were still some secrets between them.
One of them being that (y/n) liked Kiku..... more than friends.
The (h/c) haired girl often thought about the japanese girl and found herself falling in love with Kiku.
(y/n) had
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Neko!Japan X Reader - Neko-chan!
"No, wait! Prease don't come in," you heard your close friend, Kiku, cry out from the genkan inside his house. You stared at the door incredulity, hand in midair ready to knock on the door again. Kiku sounded distressed, unlike his usual calm self. You wondered what was the matter.
"Kiku? What's the matter?" you asked as you attempted to open his front door, but you realized it was locked.
"Wh—what are you doing? Prease don't come in! I beg you, prease don't come in." He almost sounded desperate, and you were growing worried by the second.
Okay, fine. He wasn't going to let you in? You were going to get in one way or anot
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He held onto his older brother's wrist with a gloved hand. Why wasn't he holding his brother's hand? Well, the both felt that was too girly for boys to be doing. They had an unwritten rule that they could only hold each other's wrists. But it didn't really matter. What mattered was how Zao was going to get his little brother Kuro to understand that this was part of his life now.
"Kuro, you can let go of my wrist now." Zao fixed his hat with one hand, and then turned to look at his little brother, who did as told.
"Where are we." Short and to the point. That was how Kuro always was, wasn't it? He was never one for talking, even if it was aro
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Okay, second Yandere fic!
Yan - Yan! Japan is a psychological Yandere, manipulative and hella intelligent.
He's a sweetheart with you but when your back in turned he will turn the knife on those who do not mean well.
He doesn't take very well to infidelity, whether he knew them or not.
Francis had many chances to run, Kiku has quite the reputation among the Modern! 2P!s.
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Hetalia (c) Himaruya Hidekaz
Plot (c) Me
You (c) Japan
Y̭̞̬͖o̶͇̩̠u̸̦͎͈̬̹ ͚̹͈͉d͙͙̼̩̤̕o͏n̗̻̟̻'҉t̀ ͎̠̥̺ha̯͍̜͚̳ve̦͔͓̻ ̴̼̠͔̲̞̳͕a̤͝ ̸̪̞͔c͔h̪̫̪o͔̗i͎̻̪̠c̦͎̲̼̙̦e͎.
Yan - Yan! Japan is a psychological Yandere, manipulative and hella intelligent.
He's a sweetheart with you but when your back in turned he will turn the knife on those who do not mean well.
He doesn't take very well to infidelity, whether he knew them or not.
Francis had many chances to run, Kiku has quite the reputation among the Modern! 2P!s.
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Hetalia (c) Himaruya Hidekaz
Plot (c) Me
You (c) Japan
Y̭̞̬͖o̶͇̩̠u̸̦͎͈̬̹ ͚̹͈͉d͙͙̼̩̤̕o͏n̗̻̟̻'҉t̀ ͎̠̥̺ha̯͍̜͚̳ve̦͔͓̻ ̴̼̠͔̲̞̳͕a̤͝ ̸̪̞͔c͔h̪̫̪o͔̗i͎̻̪̠c̦͎̲̼̙̦e͎.
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I loved this! It's probably one of my fav yandere stories on deviantart. And I always pictured Japan as a psychological Yandere if he were to be a yandere.