ummary: What if the fandoms were personified? And what if, torn apart by their fandom war and left to rot in a mental facility, Hetalia starts to realized his feelings for the very person he hates? And discovers he cannot let go? Why is he even so afraid to lose someone who isn’t even his? But he doesn’t care. This might be the end of him, but Homestuck is his and his only.Inspired by Fandomstuck on Tumblr. Yandere!HetaliaxHomestuck with mentions of Doctor Who, Supernatural and Sherlock.
“VEEEEE~ HOMESTUCK!” A hyper Hetalia fandom crashed into an already glomp-proof Homestuck, wrapping his arms around the armless personification. Homestuck watched, horrified, as a sticky substance soaked through his shirt. “…oh my gosh, I ruined your shirt! Veee~ I’m sorry! I’ll get it cleaned right away! Oh look, the pasta is overcooking, I must have taken longer than I thought dealing with that, I was so much faster in my heyday…” As Homestuck’s mind drifted away in numb shock, so did the rest of Hetalia’s words. Because as Hetalia skipped over puddles and overturned chairs, he spared not a glance at the brand new, just-as-inconspicuous-as-America-in-rainbow-glitter-dress centerpiece of their apartment.
Lying there, staining part of the couch and wetting the floor, was, I shit you not, a bloodied, barely breathing body.
“Hetalia…who is that person?” Homestuck asked slowly. “He’s not a person, he’s a fandom, ve~” Hetalia said as he scooped out the pasta, like the fandom in question was just some friend of theirs resting on their couch, most certainly alive, most certainly with both arms still attached, most certainly with bones in the right place and most of his blood in his veins.
Not that Homestuck had any friends other than Hetalia, of course.
“Ve~Would you like a drink, Homestuck?” Realizing his throat was parched, Homestuck accepted it and drank from the glass. He frowned, trying to remember who that was. At first, it felt like that memory was just within arm’s range and he just had to reach out. But the more he tried, the more it slipped away, deeper and deeper, into a sea of forgotten memories. Like lights rapidly switching off in a house, Homestuck found himself fumbling hopelessly in the pitch black darkness for the switch. Glaring suspiciously at the now empty glass, he signed, slowly placing his hand on his forehead. God. He just drank the whole frukin thing. Why was he so stupid.Looking up at the unconscious body, he tried recalling which fandom that was, but was now met with a flash of white and a sharp pain. Okay, okay, I get it. “…Homestuck?” whimpered the wounded fandom. Seeing that Hetalia was still busy with the pasta, Homestuck put on his fake arms, feeling them coat with blood as he hurriedly picked up the fandom. Great, I’m so going to be put through hell scrubbing all of this off. Ushering the severely traumatized fandom towards the door, he suddenly felt the room temperature plummet into a Russian winter, the hairs on his neck raising at the poisoned honey-sweet voice behind him…”Ne ne Homestuck, what are doing?” The injured fandom gave out a blood-curdling scream and almost literally ran right through the door. Noting in relief that the fandom escaped and hopefully, would recover soon (it’s near impossible to kill a fandom so violently, they normally die slowly). They would completely “forget” who attacked them when asked, Hetalia made sure of that.
Gathering his wits, he turned and in a strangely calm voice, asked, “Hetalia, why did you do that?” “You mean try to murder that fandom?” asked the happy go lucky personification, like they were discussing the merits of chocolate pudding, “He came to our house today and asked to meet you. I asked him who he was and he said he was a good friend. That’s not true, is it Homestuck? I’m the only one right? It’s not that I doubt you, but are there more? Don’t worry though, I can just kill them all, veeeeee~” “Don’t say that so casually!” Homestuck interrupted in frustration. “Eh? Is Homestuck angry? Anyway, I asked him what he knew about you and he just-he just acted like he knew everything about you, like he was always with you, like he was me or something! He said he didn’t like you, but I could tell he was just sneakily constructing something like a Berlin Wall to separate us, to rip you away! Don’t you remember the mesmerizing beauty of our love, all the pasta strand kisses, all the glomps, all the nice little candlelit dates, he was just butting in and trying to tear it all to shreds. So I asked him if he wanted to play with the Magic Stick and he said yes. Ve~ I guess my little metal pipe is a good friend, though not as good a friend as you, of course…” Suddenly, his eyes darkened and clouded, his smile stretching a little too taut. “Because only I can have you, right Homestuck? Because we’ll always be together, forever and ever and ever…” Homestuck jumped, suddenly feeling a lick against his earlobe. Taking a step back, he replied, “Axis Powers Hetalia, this has to stop.” “I know it has to, but I can’t stop people getting in the way of our love, it is so perfect it gets them jealous. Don’t worry, I sure it’ll stop once we hurt enough of them, hehe!” Homestuck stared at him for three seconds straight and eventually said,
“Where’s the mop?”
So why was he so calm? Why did he not run screaming for the hills? Why did he not babble all of this to people who he knew would not believe him? Why did he not freak out in the least? Because he had already done that the first five times. Because all of this was nothing new.
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