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To the person that requested this: I hope you like and I’m sorry for the delay. As always, dedicated to my gurls @diorleclerc @libraryofloveletters @lickmeleclerc

ship: carlos sainz jr. x femdriver!reader.

summary: it’s your anniversary and Carlos takes you out on a date night.

warnings: smut. overstimulation. edging. orgasm denial. oral (f! receiving). unprotected sex. aftercare.

word count: +3.6K.

Your relationship with Carlos had always been private. Not for anything bad, but because you had decided that it was the best for both of you, especially for you. Unfortunately, being a woman in Formula One was quite a challenge. It had become easier over time, but you preferred things like that: discreet. It was public knowledge that you were dating, but you weren’t posting signs of love on social media or walking through the paddock hand in hand. Especially since that was your first year in Formula One. You had been through several championships, but after a long time, you had got a seat in the top category for Aston Martin. There were already people whispering behind your back about how Carlos had helped you get the seat, even though you guys were private. The thing was, you had been a Formula One reserve driver alongside Nico Hülkenberg for two years, as well as being his partner in the World Endurance Championship. Everything in Formula One had to do with who you knew and who sponsored you. After all, the teams needed money to survive, but that did not mean that you were still at the level of your competition. At the moment, you were barely fighting for the middle of the table with a car that wasn’t the best, but you had faith that you were doing well enough at the moment.

It was race weekend. Tomorrow, you two had media activities in the morning and practices in the afternoon, but Carlos had insisted that you go out to dinner to celebrate your anniversary that night. Lance and you arrived from London last night and he had arrived that morning. You couldn’t feel more like just curling up in bed and sleeping, but instead of succumbing to your desires, you were now finishing changing to go to dinner with him. You two had hardly seen each other because after Baku; you flew to London and Carlos to Maranello. It was only halfway through the year, which meant the teams were still fine-tuning their respective cars, so you had to go into the simulator just like Carlos did.

You heard a knock on the door and opened it to find Carlos on the other side.

“If you want me to last all night, then you’re going to have to give me caffeine,” you told him, fastening your bracelet and taking your bag.

“Hello to you too, cariño” He answered with a sarcastic tone.

You rolled your eyes before standing up to kiss him “Hi babe”

“We can stop by a Starbucks,” He suggested before the two of you left your room.

“Tim Hortons” You corrected him.

“What?” Carlos frowned “What the hell is Tim Hortons?”

“Starbuck is a dirty word,” You rolled your eyes touching the button to call the elevator “I asked Lance where Starbucks was this morning cause I couldn’t find any near here on Google Maps and I think I offended him to death” You shrugged. Lance could be dramatic when he wanted to. He was a good teammate to you, helping you adjust and always willing to help however he could “Apparently here in Canada there is Tim Hortons that would be superior?”

“Just look at you, a Canadian girl,” He scoffed as they both got into the elevator.

You rolled your eyes “Not voluntarily”

“Can we order coffee after dinner?” He suggested and you let out a laugh. Sometimes, you had the habit of having a small coffee with amarettos and then having dinner, something that made you look like a grandmother cause it was something that older people did a lot.

“I like that,” You nodded before adding “There was no need to have dinner today, we could have done it when we got back home next week”

“When? I’ve to go to Maranello and you have to go to London”

“I haven’t realized that” You guys usually made it work, anyway. Working together was a significant advantage for your relationship, but sometimes it was also a problem cause it meant that you had a full agenda at the same time in two different places. You had an apartment in London and Carlos lived near Maranello. Sometimes one of you could travel to see the other and sometimes it got a little more complicated. Last few years, you competed in other championships that had different schedules so you could always get a little time to see him.

“Do you think your bosses will be mad if I drive?” You asked as the two of you walked across the parking lot to the Ferrari he had for the weekend.

“Funny”

“I’m hilarious, I know,” you scoffed. You couldn’t drive it even if you wanted to, firstly because of the sponsors and secondly, because neither Ferrari nor Aston Martin would be too happy for you to do that “I don’t think even in Australia there were that many people” You commented as you left the hotel’s underground garage “Neither I think they know how all the drivers on the grid look like”

“You’d be surprised, I’ve seen girls swoon over Charles.”

“Ok, I’ll take it but,” You raised your hands up to look at him “Charles has a particular charm, I must admit”

“Something you want to tell me?” Carlos raised his eyebrows.

“What? He’s cute,” You shrugged it off “And I bought a second yacht for the summer,” He had told you guys the other day as you waited to get into the media room “But his charm is like a baby charm and I like them more... mature,” You winked at him.

“Interesting,” He let out a laugh, “Although I think you just called me old”

"I didn’t" You rolled your eyes. You were the same age, so calling him old would be like calling yourself old “I also like that beard of yours, you look like a grumpy bear”

“Thank you?” He agreed before you leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. Carlos took your hand in his and you leaned back in your seat. You two were about to celebrate seven years of relationship. Has it been easy? No, but it was definitely worth it. Despite everything, the distance, the misunderstandings, the crazy schedules, and the fights, you had made it work. In the end, they had always reconciled after a fight and had found at least 24 hours to see each other. That also taught you to value the little moments you had to see each other.

The restaurant was fancy. The valet parking took the keys from Carlos when you got out of the car. You giggled when you heard in whose name he had booked the table. He always did it in the name of Carlos, his manager, to avoid the press. This time, he had done it in Rupert’s name.

“That?”

“Rupert?” You asked, amused, raising your eyebrows.

He rolled his eyes "What? I would not reserve my name” He always reserved under the name of other people to avoid leaks. That was more normal than it seemed and honestly, you agreed to avoid photos. The paparazzi were always a nuisance.

“I like your new alter ego,” you scoffed.

“Do you have news of your contract?” Carlos asked you when you sat down at one table in the back of the restaurant. At least that way they could have a little more privacy.

You shrugged “Not yet” You guys had a meeting that morning, but it hadn’t come to fruition. You were a little nervous about it because you didn’t like being in limbo, but you were confident that they were going to agree on your contract soon. Aston Martin gave you a contract for one year. As your performance had been good, it had become official in Baku that the team had decided that they would not make use of the clause that allowed them to drop you to reserve driver again if your performance was not good. You were currently above Lance on the leaderboard and had more than double the points he had.

“It’s still early,” He replied, sliding his hand across the table to squeeze yours gently.

“I am optimistic however, they want to close it and announce it before Silverstone” You shrugged your shoulders, the only thing left to fix was your salary and Aston Martin was analyzing your team’s request to give you the possibility of having a clause to end the contract whenever you wanted “and also I think Lawrence liked me which is quite an achievement” Even getting a smile out of that man was a challenge and he had told you at the Monaco Grand Prix that he liked you. Quite a statement considering who it came from.

“At least the boss likes you,” He scoffed, and you rolled your eyes

“How was your simulator?” You asked him, opening the menu. After that, you guys spent the entire dinner talking about the reliability problems that Ferrari had and that it kept costing Carlos and Charles DNF.

“Dinner was incredible,” you told him after they paid for dinner “How did you find this place?” You doubted he had just googled it.

“Lance,” He said simply and you let out a laugh.

“I’d say I’m surprised, but I’d be lying.” Lance had been in tour guide mode since this was your first time in Montreal.

“Sorry,” someone said as you got up from the table to leave. “Um, I didn’t mean to interrupt your dinner, but do you think I can take a picture with you?” It was one waitress, not the one who had served you, but at least she had wanted to wait for you to finish dinner to ask for a photo.

“Yeah, sure, but do you think you can wait to post the picture? Maybe tomorrow?” The last thing you needed was to have people waiting at the door. I had already seen yesterday how it had been when the fans had found out where the Mercedes team was having dinner. A group of fans had stationed themselves at the door and Lewis and George had had to leave under guard.

“Sure” She nodded.

“Thanks,” you replied, giving him a smile. After the photo was taken, you signed a napkin for him before he left the restaurant.

Dinner was amazing. You hadn’t realized how much you missed spending time with him, just the two of you. It had been forever since you had spent time together without having to run around or be interrupted by someone from your team.

“Did you think we were going to last this long?” he asked suddenly in the car on the way back to the hotel.

“Please, I thought we were going to break up when the summer did,” you replied, letting out a laugh and rolling your eyes. You guys hadn’t known each other for a long time, but it wasn’t until a summer in Ibiza that you hooked up. Carlos was spending a week off between races on his family’s yacht and you were hanging out with your friends.

“It was a fun summer though,” he added, giving you a knowing smile. He was probably thinking about all the sex you guys had.

You rolled your eyes “Please, I was unhinged that summer” You hadn’t gone to Ibiza expecting to fall in love but to have fun so ending the summer hooked on Carlos had been unexpected for you. In fact, the first night you had hooked up, you had been dancing on one of the tables of Ushuaia, one of the most exclusive clubs in Ibiza.

“You were cute just the same,” He added, and you gave yourself a small smile.

“I guess that’s why you kept talking to me after that,” you pointed. Carlos had been in charge of continuing to send you messages after he had to resume his calendar.

“That and your sense of humor”

“Ah, my sense of humor” You clicked your tongue “That’s my secret weapon” You both laughed “Oh I love those” You moaned as they passed the Ferris wheel on the boardwalk.

“I know, cariño” He responded by turning onto the boardwalk street.

“What are you doing?” You asked him, frowning, “Are we going to get on?”

“Yep,” He replied as he parked “You always say how much you want to get on the London Eye but you don’t have time”

“People might recognize us,” you pointed out. You rarely left the hotel during race weekends, firstly because you didn’t have time and secondly when you had time, it was very difficult to do so without being followed or having people around.

“It’s night, and it’s worth it,” He replied.

You got out of the car and walked through the park until you reached the boardwalk. Lance had mentioned to you that this was the Old Port. You two were only 10 minutes from the hotel. There were a couple of people running but not too many people around, considering it was a Thursday weekday.

Carlos put a hand on your shoulders, drawing you towards him, and you saw out of the corner of your eye how he patted his pocket for the third time since they had gotten out of the car. You frowned, not sure what he could have in his pocket. ‘Could it be an engagement ring?’ you thought, and you automatically started to feel nervous. Every time the marriage had come out, you had agreed that you weren’t at that point yet and you would not be soon. Your Formula One career was just beginning and neither of you wanted to have children to have them travel around the world following you. You wanted to have them once you settled down. That hadn’t stopped Carlos’s sisters from always making comments speculating about how close you were to the altar. Had they perhaps convinced Carlos otherwise? You guys always talked about everything, so you didn’t think he would change his mind and ask you to marry him without talking to you first, but when he touched his pocket for the fourth time, you doubted.

“Are you ok?” He asked with a frown as she paid for the tickets for you guys to ride the Ferris wheel.

“Mhm,” You nodded.

You didn’t give each other gifts. You had done it in the beginning, maybe the first three years, but then you stopped. Carlos and you had been so long since the gifts were not needed. You used to prefer spending time together to giving each other things, even though you always gave each other something for Christmas and on your birthdays. So if it wasn’t an anniversary gift, then it had to be something else. How did you end up in that situation?

The view from the Ferris wheel was incredible. You could see the circuit from above if you wanted to. You couldn’t enjoy it because you couldn’t stop thinking about what Carlos could have in his pocket.

“I bought you this,” He said, patting his pocket and you speckled. Carlos took out a necklace. It wasn’t a ring. There was no ring. You have never felt so relieved in your life. You couldn’t help it, you laughed uncontrollably and Carlos gave you a strange look.

“I thought you were going to ask me to marry you,” you explained.

He opened his eyes like orbits “I thought we agreed we weren’t there”

“We are not” You reassured him by placing your hand on his “We are not, but I thought your sisters over there had convinced you” Blanca and Ana had been more than insistent on the subject.

“No,” Carlos rolled his eyes, “Although they are starting to being annoying”

“One day we are going to get married, but not now,” you told him, smiling slightly. You leaned towards him to rest your forehead against his.

“One day,” He assured you.

“One day”

“But not now”

“Not now” You nodded before kissing him. He placed his hands on your cheeks grabbing your face, you smiled between the kiss and approached him until you were sitting on his lap “This is beautiful, amor, I love it” You murmured once you separated paying attention to him for the first time to the necklace. It was gold and had a little racing car with your number on it. That gift had to be personalized.

“It has the date of your first race recorded” He answered with a slightly hoarse voice and you turned the pendant around noticing that just as Carlos said, it was engraved “I will give you another pendant when you have your first victory so you can add it”

“Hopefully soon” You weren’t even close to fighting any of the drivers at the top of the table yet. You were barely fighting McLaren and Alpine, nor could you even dream of fighting Red Bull, Ferrari, or Mercedes yet.

“It will be,” He replied, kissing your forehead.

The Ferris wheel was fun. You appreciated Montreal in all its splendor. The city looked even more beautiful at night and just as you had expected, you could see the circuit on the other side of the river.

“Your room or my room?” You asked him as you got on the elevator.

“Yours, I have to get up early to go to the gym anyway,” He replied, laying his hand on your lower back. You rolled your eyes. Nothing mattered, but he was always willing to get up at six to go to training.

“That’s too bad because I wanted to keep you up tonight.” You gave him puppy dog eyes.

“Who says you can’t do both?”

You raised your eyebrows “Do you want dark circles tomorrow at the press conference?”

“Depends on the plans you have in mind”

“Well, I don’t have panties so-“

“Excuse me?” You saw how Carlos swallowed hard and you saw how his look changed to one of lust. Bingo. Hopefully, you could end up night having some good sex. “You were all night without panties and you didn’t tell me?”

“If I had told you we would never have gotten to dinner” You signaled before you felt his hand slide further down the hem of your dress “Carlos, stop!” You grumbled under your breath when he touched his bare bottom under the dress.

“What? I wanted to check” He feigned innocence, and you gave him a reproachful look. The elevator had cameras, and you didn’t want any trouble.

You rolled your eyes getting out of the elevator to walk down the hall “You’re hopeless”

“I don’t want to have it either,” He replied and once you opened the door to your room, he grabbed you around the waist, lifting you up into the air and making you let out a little squeak. Carlos closed the door behind you with his foot. You giggled at the rush he seemed to be in. He left you on the bed, yanking your dress up over your butt.

“You are so wet,” he murmured. You gasped as you felt him run a finger down your slit to check your wetness. He inserted a finger inside you, making you let out a long moan. Was it enough? No, you still wanted more and Carlos seemed willing to give it to you because just a few seconds later, his mouth was already on you, licking you. Your legs closed around his head, but he held them open again. With your legs spread like that, you could feel even more intensely how your walls were contracting while Carlos was sucking on your clit.

You felt how the muscles of your pussy contracted against the tongue of the “Carlos” you complained, moving your hips against him.

He squeezed your belly down with one hand. “Stay still, don’t move your hips,” he told you in a warning tone before returning your hand to your leg.

He took his time, to caress you, manipulate you and adore you, making sure that you could feel the waves of pleasure that came every time you came close to coming. However, when you were about to run, he would slow down or withdraw his tongue from your cone. By the third time he denied your orgasm, you were already a sloppy, wet, and pathetic mess, dripping down your thighs. Willing to do anything to come.

You rested your elbows on the bed to look up to see him “Stop. doing. that” You groaned. You just wanted to cum, but Carlos seemed willing to prolong your torture and not let you do it.

“I don’t want to” He lifted his face from between your thighs and gave you a smirk. Idiot. He was doing it on purpose to provoke you.

“Ugh” You gasped “Carlos” You groaned in complaint, squeezing the sheets tightly between your fists.

“That’s what you get for walking around without panties,” He answered before taking you by the hips and pulling you towards him, making you let out a gasp of surprise at the sudden movement.

“What are you gonna do about it?” You bit your lower lip as you watched as he took off his shirt and unbuttoned his pants.

“You will see” Carlos positioned the tip of his cock at your opening making you let out a groan of anticipation and move your hips against him “Someone is eager for what I see” He murmured spreading your legs and resting them against your shoulders. Carlos leaned into you before pushing his cock inside you. The orgasm took you in waves, almost as if something was cooking inside you and had reached a boiling point. When he moved faster, you couldn’t help it. You didn’t even warn him you were already on the verge. You just came. Even while you were in the post-orgasm fog, you could feel him moving inside you until he came a few minutes later. You could feel your limbs go numb and you’re not sure you’ll be able to move soon as his cum dripped down your legs.

“Happy anniversary, cariño ” He panted, leaning in to kiss you on the forehead.

“Happy anniversary, amor” You murmured against him.

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headingalaxys-spicy · 7 months

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Wow, I didin't know you write for 2ptalia! Not complaining tho, how would the countries (just pick your faves) react to darling choosing their 2p counterpart over them? And what will they do in retaliation to being the unchosen one?

Me: Gets 98% writing only to realize I answered it backwards. hahahahahhhh. So here a twofer. Reader being rejecting both original and 2p! Hope you guys enjoy!

2p America: How much Fall flavored shit do you need woman? *Shows pack of Pumpkin Jojo’s, Pumpkin pie flavored Oreo’s, and Caramel Apple creamer* Also the fuck is so funny?

Me: Roast post.

2p America: What?

Me: Shut up and laugh dammit! *throws notebook that ask was written in*

Characters: America (Obivious as fuck I’d pick him), Canada, England, Germany, Italy, Japan, and Russia.

🍔🇺🇸America 🍔🇺🇸 “WHAAAAAAAT? YOU’RE INTO A MAN WHO’D RATHER FUCK HIS NAILY BAT?!?! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND? ARE YOU CRAZY?” He shouts into the early evening air. He was so loud with that last remark that it took a few moments for passersby to look away from you.

“Alfred! Please keep your voice down! And please release your grip on my arm!” You shrug away harshly to keep space between the two of you. You disliked that he was spouting nonsense.

“Y/N, please….” You avoid his eyes; you know they were a honey-laced trapped that you knew plenty of unsuspecting people fell for.

“I’m sorry, Alfred, but he and I work better together and I don’t have to explain that.” Voice was shaky but you knew you’d be away from him soon. Still avoiding his gaze you say ‘Good-Bye’.

After you’ve left him to be alone with his raw feelings, he will go punch a few brick walls to let off some steam.

He’s going to go home and ugly cry and eat Half-Baked while he’s half-baked himself making him whole again after a few months pass.

(Damn reader, you a savage, we now have a sad burger man.)

🕶️🇺🇸2p America 🇺🇸🕶️: “SERIOUSLY DOLL? You go for a man whose entire fucking shtick is eating a shitload of burgers! That bitch wants to be Nikocado Avacado so bad!”

He’s grinning his teeth. The fury radiated off of him like a heater. He’s gripping the phone so tightly that small indents are beginning to form. He wasn’t interested in prolonging his suffering so he hung up in your face before you even had a chance to try and placate him. The phone meets its demise. The titanium, metal, and nanotech that once resembled a black brick now resembled black sand of sorts.

He goes out drinking and partying for the night. Why not be hedonistic to high hell if he doesn’t have you?

He complains about you to others in the FACE family, saying things like: What was there not for them to like about the blood-dusted roses? They show devotion and dedication or whatever bullshit Oliver was on about!

Oliver: “I heard that, you ungrateful tosser! Pay up in the swear jar!”

Alex: “Fuck yo-” A knife nails his leg and he wails out in pain.

He ain’t giving up though he’s going to attempt time and time again to get the McDumbass away from you and into his arms.

🍁🇨🇦🐻‍❄️Canada🐻‍❄️🇨🇦🍁: Most of you reading this post already know he’s going to cry.

You were kind enough to let him down gently when you video-chatted him. “I’m sorry, Matthew. I’m just really feeling this other guy and I do it with sincerity that you find someone who suits you.” The pregnant silence was deafening but nothing compared to the pipes behind his violet orbs about to burst. He said, “Okay, farewell, Y/N. I hope you and Matthieu will be happy” before he ended the call. God, that was a cursed sentence. The pipe had burst and tears spilled through his darkened lavender pools. It takes him about 45-minutes to get off the floor and he opens his Tim Horton’s app and gets a hot chocolate with extra whipped cream and a few Canadian maple and honey crullers. Once it’s delivered, he will devour his meal and sink onto the couch, watching whatever random thing he’s put on Netflix. All while soaking the couch in his copious amounts of tear-soaked Kleenex.

He’s going to stress-bake pastries while listening to some podcasts to do his best not to think about it.

He’s also going to turn off his phone intentionally and put it in a phone jail for 78 hours so he doesn’t accidentally waste 5 hours looking at your cute face and the man that has always gotten in his way ever since he came into existence.

🐻🇨🇦2p Canada 🇨🇦🐻:

His right eye twitched in frustration over the text message being the only thing he got. His anger swelled the more he thought about it. It was like a boiling pot of water that went from a mildly active simmer to raging waters supported by the heat of a recently awoken volcano. He snuffs out his 4th cigarette, only halfway done and just thinking about his sickly sweet 1p receiving your attention and love.

He gets crossfaded for the night, so he can numb the stinging pain of rejection. Once he’s done with being on his drug and booze-filled bender he’s going to get to plotting to get you back.

Even Kuro was high-key annoyed that the snow-colored bear also had your affection. An aggravated growl leaves the beast as his owner reassures him that in time: you will be with them… permanently.

☕️🫖🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿England🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🫖☕️: He’s in his tea room drinking scalding hot Earl Grey. The burn on his tongue felt better than the rejection he received. You picked the pastel palette psychopath with cannibalistic tendencies.

‘Why y/n why? Why in the world would you want to date that Nutter? Is it because I can’t cook for shit?’ Will be some of the thoughts that echo around in his mind as he blankly stares at his tea until the early hours of the morning.

‘Dodgy Oliver’ ‘What the fuck?’ ‘Bloody hell, has the world gone mad!?’

He considers making a love potion to make you love him. (Since this is the normal 1p we’re talking about Arthur’s code of ethics hasn’t been entirely yeeted out the door.)

He will lurk on your social media profiles for a couple of weeks before he picks himself back up again. 🧁🎀☠️ 2p England ☠️🎀🧁 Mans has been sitting in his elegant pastel library while rage, sadness and disgust are spilling from his eyes. His heart crumbled into his stomach. When his shiny bright baby blues darkened in hue after reading your text he couldn’t help it. “Hey Oliver…. I know this will be difficult to read but I’ve decided that I’m going to be exclusive with Arthur. I really do hope you can find someone for you. Goodbye.” After a few minutes of letting the river flow onto the desk and pages of his prized cookbooks his mind wonder about how you came to the conclusion to go steady with Arthur. Were you daft? Were you under a spell? Did Arthur trick you? Regardless, Oliver was beginning to crave a special sweet treat that will require him to pay the tsundere British man a visit.

💪🇩🇪 Germany 🇩🇪💪: He’s going to be dumbfounded that you picked Lutz. Like bro has to stare at his phone for 5 full minutes re-reading your text. He tries to make scientific sense of how in fuck you came to the conclusion to like Lutz. After this, he’s just going to curse in his mind for a few hours while he pets his German Shepards while he has maybe a dozen or so cold ones. Ludwig will stare into the void and be like ‘WARUM!?! Auf keinen Fall! Das gibt’s doch nicht!’

No matter what, it will never make sense to him. He will be despondent for a while but with the help of Prussia, Italy, and Japan (and his two favorite things Beer and Schnitzel) he’ll be fine.

You live rent-free in the back of his mind though. While ‘Why for the love of god would you pick someone like him?’

💤😴2p Germany😴💤While staring at the screen with bloodshot eyes…he won’t shed a tear, whine, or break things to let out his frustrations. He does nothing. He knows it’s not worth it. He knows he’s not what many would call a “catch”. Sure he has a rugged charm of sorts but that doesn’t mean it makes up for his mentally unwell state of working for Luciano. He will simply stare at the text message that read:

Hey Lutz, I think it’s best that we just be friends. Ludwig and I are going steady. I just wanted to be transparent with you. I’m sorry.

Even as empty as the words felt, he stared at them with a mixture of regret, sadness, and self-pity. After a while, he releases the phone to fall onto the bed. Well, if there’s nothing he can do, he may as well just jerk it to someone who looks like you.

🍝🇮🇹Italy🇮🇹🍝 Let's be real he takes your rejection like a champ. He'd been rejected by tons of people before. He’s a professional flirter what do you expect? He’ll go to another bar and snag more bitches.

This doesn’t mean that later he’s going to realize: WHY ARE YOU DATING A DANGEROUS MAN???????

(Yes, I took this angle for him. Feliciano can be baby but ooooooh lawd he can be a player. He got that 🌟✨duality✨🌟)

🔪🇮🇹2p Italy🇮🇹🔪: His favorite switchblade is tossed back and forth like an acrobat during a finale. Rage is spilling through his pores. His ears burn as honesty comes spilling from you.

“Maybe it’s best if we can be friends. I’m romantically intertwined with Feliciano and he’s a really sweet guy and I have to take a chance with him.” Your honesty was charming just as it was brutal. It was horrible for him to think about losing you. Your melodic voice was like hearing a live chorus from the musical Baroque of the 1600s. His dream of having you with him was shattered by the idiotia constantly waving a white flag. He stabs the right arm of the chair that he was seated in and drags the knife backward. Cotton and alligator leather were ruined in the blades' wake.

He was going to give the bastard something to cry for.

Bro is going to be wine-wasted for the rest of the night and become a little violent towards anyone who is within range of him. Kuro and Lutz 100% know to stay the hell out of his way until the storm has passed.

👹👺🇯🇵2p Japan🇯🇵👺👹: Oh fuck. You essentially set off an entity that’s similar to Slenderman. Kuro is silent and brooding and his plans are gruesome, slow, and violate the human code of ethics. You were brave enough to have the conversation with him over tea. The air is tense, filled with discontent, and hate. What a waste you’d fallen the evenly keeled Kiku. He cared too much about cherry blossoms, respect, blah, blah, blah. Why would you ever date someone with a massive tree up his ass? His hand will itch for the blade. He wanted to rid the world of Kiku’s existence right that second.

“Kuro, I’ll be honest I’ve found someone who matches my energy and I’m going to work it out with Kiku. We just work well together.” His eyes shot daggers at his green tea in an attempt not to scare you. He believes he still has a chance he’ll just have to convince you. However, he couldn’t suppress his vibes which could be cut by a plastic knife it was so thick. You bit your lip and gather your nerves. You pull out some yen from your bag to cover your drink and you leave in a huff. You knew from that point onwards that nothing in your life would ever be the same.

It takes Kuro an hour to finally end his staring competition with his tea. He’s never been so bothered in his life. He blocks you on all social media and uses his alt accounts to gather intel. He isn’t going to let you go, nor will he let Kiku win.

He definitely goes home that night to destroy a few trees and maybe even a few of his own men who dared to look at him the wrong way.

🇯🇵 🌸 Japan 🌸🇯🇵 He’s stunned. He will have few words in response.

“Okay, farewell Y/N… and it really was nice to meet you.” he will politely bow and walk away.

his heart will take a while to recover through because you a catch!

☠️🇷🇺 2p Russia 🇷🇺 ☠️Jesus Christ or Holy Fuck are the only phrases that are appropriate for the bitter resentment he has for Ivan. The normally just frigid atmosphere transformed into a bitter frost that could give anyone uninitiated to the cold instant frostbite. Ice on the window appears and freezes over behind him while he grips your written letter explaining to him why you made your choice. He’s nicer, his scarf was warmer and a much more inviting light pink than his confronting red one.

Outwardly he might be tame / measured inwards he’s brooding and plotting revenge on his counterpart….Only to execute none of it. He knows what he wanted is gone and he’s far too depressed to do something about it.

He’ll stay in his office while he writes out a complex seven-point plan placing a dead a dead gladiolus flower next to each. He imagines his rival in a pool of blood to make it easier for him to sleep at night.

🇷🇺🪆🌻Russia🌻🪆🇷🇺He does his best to choke back tears. He won’t lie you sent ice-picks straight to his heart. Thoughts about being lonely swarm his mind. It hurts him because you’re a mortal he’s grown fond of that didn’t have ulterior motives to be around him. He fiddles with his scarf to avoid your lovely (eye color) hues.

“I’m going to leave Y/N, farewell.” He leaves in order to keep at least some of his pride in tact.

‘Why Viktor? He’s even more terrifying than me!’ While he mulls over not winning you over, over some Vodka on the rocks a thought crosses through him:

‘Wait a minute if that psychopath can have a lover so can I! There is still hope!’

-End-

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