The Murder Face
Male!Belarus x Male!Reader
Commission for Paanda-Tan
Hetalia and it's characters © Hidekaz Himaruya [is that right?]
This story © RecklessAlbinoChibi
You/Male!Reader © You/whoever you want
Human names are used [Belarus is Nikolai Arlovskiy].
Nikolai Arlovskiy. The name who brought fear into the hearts of most students that attended Gakuen Hetalia Academy. He was a rather tall Belorussian, complete with ice-cold eyes and platinum blonde hair. His usual attire consisted of a large, beige-coloured coat and a scarf - no matter what the weather was.
People knew him mostly for three reasons. Reason one; he stalked his sister, Anya Braginksi. Reason two; he was so scary that even Satan himself would quiver upon his fiery throne at the sight of the Belorussian. And reason three; he was [Male Name] [Last Name]'s 'best friend'.
[Male Name] [Last Name] was what you would call, 'a popular guy'. He was cute, nice, and had personality traits that both gender's loved. [Male Name] was [small/tall/medium height], he had [hair length] [hair style] [hair colour] and he had captivating [eye colour] eyes. It was rumoured that he was dating one of the most popular girls in school; a miss Amelia F. Jones. Now, don't believe all that rumours tell you. Because truth be told, he was not. [Male Name] was as single as one could be, and he didn't plan to change that anytime soon.
It was an average day, an average lunch time. [Male Name] lay down on the soft grass, his eyes shut as a sigh of content escaped from his parted lips. The sun shined down, illuminating his entire body with a complimenting light, the rays kissing his [skin colour] skin. However, this moment of complete and utter bliss was interrupted harshly.
The sun was cut off from his body, leaving his [body type] form in a sudden cold darkness.
The [hair colour] haired teenager allowed a single eye to flutter open, his gaze instantly connecting with a harsh, cold stare.
Nikolai leaned over his form, his face twisted into its usual scowl. His hands were tucked into his coat pockets, giving him more warmth than what was needed in this weather. He was probably sweating right now, though he'd never cared about that. The Belorussian narrowed his gaze, a glare radiating towards the male he was hovering over.
"How can I help you?" [Male Name] asked playfully, his lips tugging up into a smile.
"Don't get all 'ray of sunshine' with me," Nikolai grunted, reaching downwards and grabbing onto [Male Name]'s right arm with his bear-like hand. [Male Name] yelped at the sudden harsh action, only to let out a rather high pitched squeal a moment later as Nikolai dragged him off the floor and into a standing position.
It was then that the Belorussian folded his arms and glared some more, looking like a mother scolding her child.
"Okay, what did I do?" [Male Name] sighed, hanging his head in defeat. Whenever Nikolai gets like this, its usually either [Male Name] or Anya's fault. And either way, it usually ends with Nikolai absolutely fuming.
"You never told me you were dating Amelia," he grunted, his eyes narrowing. "How dare you date her."
"W-What?" [Male Name] spluttered, his eyes widening. "Who the Hell says that I'm dating Amelia?!" He almost shouted, his arms flailing about in the air. Nikolai didn't even flinch for a moment, his glare only hardening.
"Who asked who?"
"What!? Nikolai, I'm not dating her!"
Nikolai twitched for a moment. "Do you like Amelia in any way?"
[Male Name] sighed. "No. Truthfully, she's far too egotistical. I can put up with her, but that's about it."
The Belorussian unfolded his arms, looking his best friend up and down. After about a whole minute of staring at [Male Name] -- and effectively making him extremely uncomfortable, he turned around. "Alright. I'm off."
Confused, [Male Name] tilted his head. It took him a moment, but eventually he started bounding after the tall Belorussian. "NIKOLAI!" He shouted at the top of his voice. Before Nikolai could even turn his head, his best friend jumped onto his back.
Nikolai staggered slightly, his hands grasping onto [Male Name]'s legs both for balance and to make sure the one on his back didn't fall. "Damn it, [Male Name]! What are you doing?!" He hissed, tossing a glare over his shoulder. [Male Name] simply laughed, hitching himself up higher on his friends back and trying to keep himself steady.
"Nothing," he replied. "Now, tell me where the heck you're going. You have your murder face on."
"My... murder face... on?" Nikolai narrowed his eyes further. "What the Hell does that even mean?"
"It means that you look like you're about to go murder someone. Duh," the [brunette/blonde/albino/whatever you are] rolled his eyes. "Now you're going to empty your pockets, give me that knife of yours and promise to be a good boy," he slipped down off his back, steadying himself on the ground.
Nikolai rolled his shoulders, relieved to have the pressure off his back. "No," he stated coldly, straightening out his coat.
"Now," [Male Name] commanded, holding out his hand.
"I usually don't care that you carry a knife around. It's good for self defence -- even if everyone else disagrees. But when you have that murder face on, I do not trust you with that."
Nikolai put his hands in his pockets, but did not bring them back out again. "All of this is for a good reason," he defended himself, tossing a look randomly to the side.
"What do you plan on doing?" He asked, his hand still held out.
Nikolai stayed silent for a while, before finally answering. "If you have nothing to do with the rumours of you dating that American, then it is all her fault. I do not appreciate having my heart toyed with."
"What?" [Male Name]'s expression became confused. "How the Hell has your heart been toyed with?"
"When I heard that you were dating Amelia, I immediately became infuriated. You are mine, and only mine."
"Who says?" [Male Name] raised an eyebrow, placing one hand on his hip in a sassy manner. "I thought I belonged to myself. Or those pancakes that Mattie makes. OOOOOh... pancakes..."
"[Male Name]. You're getting distracted."
"And I say so. You're mine, and only mine. There is no room for argument here."
"No complaints," he murmured, leaning down, his lips just inches away from [Male Name]'s. "You are mine because I say you are mine. And if I say you are mine, then that means that you are most definitely mine. And when you are mine, you belong to nobody else. And when that happens, you are still mine."
[Male Name] clicked his tongue. "So... I think you basically just stated that I belong to you over and over again... yeah?"
"I had to repeat it so you wouldn't forget it."
"I don't think it's possible to forget it anyway... You still have your murder face. I mean, it's hard to forget it when the guy looks like he's about to murder you."
"I mean, seriously dude. Nikolai, lighten up. Smiiiile~" [Male Name] said in a singing voice. With this, he reached upwards, using his thumb and forefinger to push the sides of Nikolai's mouth up into a forced smile.
The Belorussian made no attempt to stop him, but his 'murder face' did seem to develop into a 'you-take-your-hands-of-me-right-this-instant-unless-you'd-like-me-to-paint-the-grass-with-your-insides look'.
With a soft growl, Nikolai shoved his best friend's hand away from his mouth. [Male Name]'s laughter rang in his ears, and Nikolai could feel heat rising to his cheeks. In order to stop this -- or at least gain some kind of leverage -- he pushed his lips up against [Male Name]'s.
And [Male Name] was effectively silenced. And frozen.
The Belorussian pulled away, growling under his breath as he pouted. He turned around, starting to walk away again.
[Male Name] bounded after him again, grinning and laughing like an idiot. "Note to self," [Male Name] giggled. "Nikolai looks derpy when smiling. Also, Nikolai is adorable blushing. Okay, I changed my mind. Nikolai is the most adorable thing I've ever seen when he's blushing!"
Nikolai turned his head and glared.
"And last note to self," [Male Name] murmured, stopping.
"I think Nikolai is about to murder me and OH MY GOD I HAVE TO RUN! HE HAS HIS MURDER FACE -- OH GOD NOT THE MURDER FACE. HELP ME GUYS! SOMEBODY! I'M ABOUT TO BE MURDERED BY THE GUY WITH THE MURDER FACE OH MY GOD HE ALMOST GOT ME -- HOLY FLYING SON OF A DUCK I'M GOING TO DIE!"