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Mi amor |Yandere! Spain x reader| Chapter 18
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"Peter?"

"Here."

"Arthur?"

"Here."

"Alfred?"

"The hero's always here!"

The teacher sighed and nodded slowly.

"... Alright. Now, is (F/N) here?"

That question sparked a couple of conversations among the students, the many voices predominantly people belonging to her group. Most of them frowned at the name, faces etched with worry and confusion. All the idle chatter silenced once someone coughed obnoxiously, sealing the lips of everyone and directing their heads to the source.

You've already missed a few days, you weren't answering any of anybody's calls and ultimately there were no signs of you whatsoever. The first day everyone assumed you were sick, but now people were starting to suspect of something else.

"Ahem. As the hero and one of (F/N)'s best friends, I don't think she's sick." Alfred pointed out, his tone coming out a little too serious to be considered normal.

A few heads nodded.

"She's never one to catch colds or anything, and plus, it ain't even that cold!" He continued, now making the teacher raise his head in interest. He tapped his pen on the wooden desk, successfully changing the focal point to himself.

"Okay. If she's not ill, then do you think she's skipping classes?"

That elicited a few gasps of disgust at their professor. The blonde that had stood up and hopped onto the table let out a loud laughter.

"No way! (F/N) would never do that! She's too nice for that." He continued. "She values education more than me and I wouldn't even do that." Laughing sheepishly, he shrunk into his shoulders for a brief moment before widening his azure eyes in realisation.

He whipped his head to the empty seat where you were supposed to be in and lingered his saddened gaze on it. Next, he turned to the empty seat in front of yours.

"Hey... What was that foreign dude's name again?" He asked, still fixating his gaze on the set of furniture. A couple of girls in the class squealed quietly, shifting their bodies around to ask their bimbo friends about him.

"What was it, Anthony? No... Uh..."

"... It was Antonio-kun." A soft voice cut in from the back, shocking the whole class when the quietest student had finally spoken up. Alfred twisted around so sharply that he nearly fell off the table and grinned largely at the Japanese boy.

"That's right! Kickster strikes again!" He pumped his hands in the air, proudly giving a silent cheer to Kiku. He narrowed his eyes and pink streaked across his face at the nickname.

"It's Kiku..." He murmured, earning another chortle from the overly enthusiastic friend.

"Haha, okay. Anyways, so, Antonio is not here as well!" Alfred said, a distasteful tone lacing his voice when he mentioned his name. "What if they're, you know... Together?"

Arthur nodded in agreement. "That's rather reasonable, they seem pretty close after all."

That was an understatement - everybody knew that something was going on in between you and a particular Spaniard, and they thought it was really sweet. Maybe both of you were in for a two man job?

"Heh. I think those two are going out!"

Arthur rolled his eyes. "Well, no kidding Captain Obvious."

He narrowed his eyes and glared hard at the Brit. "It's either Alfred or Captain America to you, caterpillar brows." Arthur threw his hands up dramatically and felt himself burn from the anger that had boiled inside of him.

"Shut it, you burger idiot!"

The class could only groan in sync and prepare themselves for another fight of insults as the dynamic duo lashed out on each other.

"Hey! Burgers have lettuce and tomato in it, it's way better than your charcoal rocks you call food!"

The opposing figure twitched in annoyance.

"What did you say!? They're scones, you dumbass!" He retorted.

Kiku felt him let out an extended sigh at the relentless rivalry like relationship those two shared together. Right now there was something far more important to discuss about other than a trivial little argument about food. As the argument provoked into the first few pushes of a fight, the usually polite and calm demeanour started to fade. Fortunately, his German friend helped him out on this one.

Clenching his teeth tightly, he slammed a fist on a desk.

"EVERYBODY SHUT UP!" He yelled, immediately silencing them out of fear. Ludwig was not one to mess with.

"Right now we're all in the middle of something important and you both need to stop being so immature! We don't think she is ill or one to skip classes, which all leaves us with one answer, and that is NOT GUT!"

Arthur and Alfred nodded slowly, guiltily staring down at the floor as they were brought back to their senses.

"Y-yeah. I'm sorry." One of the two stuttered, bringing a hand to their neck and rubbing it sheepishly.

"Mhmm." Alfred murmured. "Now, what is that answer?" The answer to that question was already there, and everyone knew it. It was just too unbelievably dark to be real.

Ludwig raked a hand through his gelled hair, causing a couple of stray hairs to fall loose across his forehead. His face darkened as the room fell into a anticipating silence, all eyes on him.

"We could be witnesses for a crime." He stated, folding his arms. Alfred flinched, what he feared to be a high possibility had just became reality. He flickered his eyes over to the teacher, who too didn't look like he was going to give someone detention for mucking around.

"Well, what do you suggest to do?" The only adult intervened, lowering his glasses to stare right at the speaker.

"We don't exactly know the details, nor can we confirm. We'll have to wait for supporting evidence or get it ourselves." Ludwig said, his eyes narrowing into thin slits as he though over all the available information. "But it is good that somebody knows about this. It would be devastating if she went down unknown."

Alfred's blood ran cold, he was never comfortable about the passed and especially when it was one of his friends. He tightened his hands into tight fists before raising his lowered head slowly to shoot Ludwig a deathly glare.

"She is not dead and she won't be. Don't just assume." Alfred seethed through gritted teeth, cerulean irises now glowing gunmetal blue in such certainty, burning cold through his skin. Taken aback by his drastic personality change, he only hitched his breath and nodded. The room has just suddenly dropped a few degrees from their conversation alone.

Ludwig coughed softly to break the ice, his every movement watched carefully by him. It almost shared the same nerve-racking sensation of presenting to a large crowd, except the audience hated you.

"Alright, alright. Stop staring at me like that." He sighed, raising his arms defensively.

Alfred huffed. "Hmph. If you're gonna save a life start believing that they aren't dead yet."

Calm down with the salt, tiger.

"... Okay. Now, who do y'all think is the villain in the story?" Alfred rose his voice. Maybe you couldn't see it, but those were the sounds of sighs of relief that he was still the same.

Arthur rose a brow. "You mean the suspect?"

"Pssh." He waved him off. "Yeah yeah, same thing. Anyways, who could it be? I mean, I don't like this Antonio dude but he could be a victim as well."

"Hmm. But we can't just let him off the hook, right?" Kiku added.

Alfred nodded. "I like your way of thinking. Wherever this is going, Kicks, it's story time."

Kiku felt a smile stretch onto his face, now able to share all his previous experiences and suspicions of the happy-go-lucky boy. He first took advantage of the silence to let himself gather his thoughts and decide where to start in this maze of ideas. That was when he was struck by a memory, a quite leafy one too.

"Ah, yes. I was informed by Gilbert-kun and Francis-kun that Antonio-kun was indeed acting strange, and they asked me to go spy on him for a while, since I'm apparently good at it. They were correct. He has a weird gaze whenever he looks at (F/N)-san."

Only half the class understood what he just said, and not one was able to match up that explanation with what was going on right now.

"Um, so what about that?" Alfred shrugged.

Kiku's dark brown eyes sparkled, like he was a genius of some sort. Placing a pistol grip on his chin to act cool, he announced his breakthrough.

"I've made an astonishing theory, and it's starting to make a lot of sense. Alfred, you've heard of the term yandere, right?"

Said boy slapped his knee and clicked his fingers. "Oh yeah, like those psychopathic love sick puppies?"

He wrinkled his nose and his sparkles faded away. "... That works too."

What Kiku suggested really explained everything well, including the seemingly perfect cute high school sweetheart scenario too. Antonio was really friendly and cheerful to everybody, just like a popular persona belonging to a yandere... At least as a facade. Moreover, Antonio was head over heels for you, and those dark lustful looks he often gave you were hard to miss.

"So, you're saying that he's yandere." He paused, taking a moment to let the information to sink in. He covered his mouth with a hand and started to rub his face slowly. "Can you tell me about another time?"

"Sure. This one is directly from (F/N)-San herself, and it's very valuable. Remember when she complained to the group about Antonio behaving in disturbing ways?" Kiku said.

"Oh, yeah." He mused, your voice entering his mind and echoing in his mind like a cave. Alfred pursed his lips into a thin line. "Yeah, I think he's yandere."

Now that the class was convinced that Antonio wasn't right in the head, after about half an hour, Kiku began drawing some possible conclusions to where and what he could've done to you. The teacher scooted aside from his desk and let the real professional take over, well he's really just a hardcore otaku.

He clapped his hand a couple of times to quiet the class, directing their attention that had gone away as he drew up a mind map on the whiteboard.

"Okay. So, first thing's first, I shall explain the term yandere. It is a fictional personality trait where people, usually females, are romantically obsessed with someone to the point they will take extreme means to make him or her theirs. This includes violence and other techniques that I don't feel comfortable talking about."

Grabbing the one meter ruler that conveniently stood against the corner, he pointed to the desk in front of yours.

"And that, is a perfect example. You can tell that they match if you look closely. I won't repeat all those examples to you, but I will give some possibilities of where (F/N) can be. I'm sure she's not hurt, according to my calculations on him, he is quite protective. Right now, they could either be at his house or..."

He slid the ruler as a pointer over the board, scraping it in the process to reach the strange triangle he drew.

"They could be overseas, and specifically in Spain."

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Mi amor |Yandere! Spain x reader| Chapter 18
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"Peter?"

"Here."

"Arthur?"

"Here."

"Alfred?"

"The hero's always here!"

The teacher sighed and nodded slowly.

"... Alright. Now, is (F/N) here?"

That question sparked a couple of conversations among the students, the many voices predominantly people belonging to her group. Most of them frowned at the name, faces etched with worry and confusion. All the idle chatter silenced once someone coughed obnoxiously, sealing the lips of everyone and directing their heads to the source.

You've already missed a few days, you weren't answering any of anybody's calls and ultimately there were no signs of you whatsoever. The first day everyone assumed you were sick, but now people were starting to suspect of something else.

"Ahem. As the hero and one of (F/N)'s best friends, I don't think she's sick." Alfred pointed out, his tone coming out a little too serious to be considered normal.

A few heads nodded.

"She's never one to catch colds or anything, and plus, it ain't even that cold!" He continued, now making the teacher raise his head in interest. He tapped his pen on the wooden desk, successfully changing the focal point to himself.

"Okay. If she's not ill, then do you think she's skipping classes?"

That elicited a few gasps of disgust at their professor. The blonde that had stood up and hopped onto the table let out a loud laughter.

"No way! (F/N) would never do that! She's too nice for that." He continued. "She values education more than me and I wouldn't even do that." Laughing sheepishly, he shrunk into his shoulders for a brief moment before widening his azure eyes in realisation.

He whipped his head to the empty seat where you were supposed to be in and lingered his saddened gaze on it. Next, he turned to the empty seat in front of yours.

"Hey... What was that foreign dude's name again?" He asked, still fixating his gaze on the set of furniture. A couple of girls in the class squealed quietly, shifting their bodies around to ask their bimbo friends about him.

"What was it, Anthony? No... Uh..."

"... It was Antonio-kun." A soft voice cut in from the back, shocking the whole class when the quietest student had finally spoken up. Alfred twisted around so sharply that he nearly fell off the table and grinned largely at the Japanese boy.

"That's right! Kickster strikes again!" He pumped his hands in the air, proudly giving a silent cheer to Kiku. He narrowed his eyes and pink streaked across his face at the nickname.

"It's Kiku..." He murmured, earning another chortle from the overly enthusiastic friend.

"Haha, okay. Anyways, so, Antonio is not here as well!" Alfred said, a distasteful tone lacing his voice when he mentioned his name. "What if they're, you know... Together?"

Arthur nodded in agreement. "That's rather reasonable, they seem pretty close after all."

That was an understatement - everybody knew that something was going on in between you and a particular Spaniard, and they thought it was really sweet. Maybe both of you were in for a two man job?

"Heh. I think those two are going out!"

Arthur rolled his eyes. "Well, no kidding Captain Obvious."

He narrowed his eyes and glared hard at the Brit. "It's either Alfred or Captain America to you, caterpillar brows." Arthur threw his hands up dramatically and felt himself burn from the anger that had boiled inside of him.

"Shut it, you burger idiot!"

The class could only groan in sync and prepare themselves for another fight of insults as the dynamic duo lashed out on each other.

"Hey! Burgers have lettuce and tomato in it, it's way better than your charcoal rocks you call food!"

The opposing figure twitched in annoyance.

"What did you say!? They're scones, you dumbass!" He retorted.

Kiku felt him let out an extended sigh at the relentless rivalry like relationship those two shared together. Right now there was something far more important to discuss about other than a trivial little argument about food. As the argument provoked into the first few pushes of a fight, the usually polite and calm demeanour started to fade. Fortunately, his German friend helped him out on this one.

Clenching his teeth tightly, he slammed a fist on a desk.

"EVERYBODY SHUT UP!" He yelled, immediately silencing them out of fear. Ludwig was not one to mess with.

"Right now we're all in the middle of something important and you both need to stop being so immature! We don't think she is ill or one to skip classes, which all leaves us with one answer, and that is NOT GUT!"

Arthur and Alfred nodded slowly, guiltily staring down at the floor as they were brought back to their senses.

"Y-yeah. I'm sorry." One of the two stuttered, bringing a hand to their neck and rubbing it sheepishly.

"Mhmm." Alfred murmured. "Now, what is that answer?" The answer to that question was already there, and everyone knew it. It was just too unbelievably dark to be real.

Ludwig raked a hand through his gelled hair, causing a couple of stray hairs to fall loose across his forehead. His face darkened as the room fell into a anticipating silence, all eyes on him.

"We could be witnesses for a crime." He stated, folding his arms. Alfred flinched, what he feared to be a high possibility had just became reality. He flickered his eyes over to the teacher, who too didn't look like he was going to give someone detention for mucking around.

"Well, what do you suggest to do?" The only adult intervened, lowering his glasses to stare right at the speaker.

"We don't exactly know the details, nor can we confirm. We'll have to wait for supporting evidence or get it ourselves." Ludwig said, his eyes narrowing into thin slits as he though over all the available information. "But it is good that somebody knows about this. It would be devastating if she went down unknown."

Alfred's blood ran cold, he was never comfortable about the passed and especially when it was one of his friends. He tightened his hands into tight fists before raising his lowered head slowly to shoot Ludwig a deathly glare.

"She is not dead and she won't be. Don't just assume." Alfred seethed through gritted teeth, cerulean irises now glowing gunmetal blue in such certainty, burning cold through his skin. Taken aback by his drastic personality change, he only hitched his breath and nodded. The room has just suddenly dropped a few degrees from their conversation alone.

Ludwig coughed softly to break the ice, his every movement watched carefully by him. It almost shared the same nerve-racking sensation of presenting to a large crowd, except the audience hated you.

"Alright, alright. Stop staring at me like that." He sighed, raising his arms defensively.

Alfred huffed. "Hmph. If you're gonna save a life start believing that they aren't dead yet."

Calm down with the salt, tiger.

"... Okay. Now, who do y'all think is the villain in the story?" Alfred rose his voice. Maybe you couldn't see it, but those were the sounds of sighs of relief that he was still the same.

Arthur rose a brow. "You mean the suspect?"

"Pssh." He waved him off. "Yeah yeah, same thing. Anyways, who could it be? I mean, I don't like this Antonio dude but he could be a victim as well."

"Hmm. But we can't just let him off the hook, right?" Kiku added.

Alfred nodded. "I like your way of thinking. Wherever this is going, Kicks, it's story time."

Kiku felt a smile stretch onto his face, now able to share all his previous experiences and suspicions of the happy-go-lucky boy. He first took advantage of the silence to let himself gather his thoughts and decide where to start in this maze of ideas. That was when he was struck by a memory, a quite leafy one too.

"Ah, yes. I was informed by Gilbert-kun and Francis-kun that Antonio-kun was indeed acting strange, and they asked me to go spy on him for a while, since I'm apparently good at it. They were correct. He has a weird gaze whenever he looks at (F/N)-san."

Only half the class understood what he just said, and not one was able to match up that explanation with what was going on right now.

"Um, so what about that?" Alfred shrugged.

Kiku's dark brown eyes sparkled, like he was a genius of some sort. Placing a pistol grip on his chin to act cool, he announced his breakthrough.

"I've made an astonishing theory, and it's starting to make a lot of sense. Alfred, you've heard of the term yandere, right?"

Said boy slapped his knee and clicked his fingers. "Oh yeah, like those psychopathic love sick puppies?"

He wrinkled his nose and his sparkles faded away. "... That works too."

What Kiku suggested really explained everything well, including the seemingly perfect cute high school sweetheart scenario too. Antonio was really friendly and cheerful to everybody, just like a popular persona belonging to a yandere... At least as a facade. Moreover, Antonio was head over heels for you, and those dark lustful looks he often gave you were hard to miss.

"So, you're saying that he's yandere." He paused, taking a moment to let the information to sink in. He covered his mouth with a hand and started to rub his face slowly. "Can you tell me about another time?"

"Sure. This one is directly from (F/N)-San herself, and it's very valuable. Remember when she complained to the group about Antonio behaving in disturbing ways?" Kiku said.

"Oh, yeah." He mused, your voice entering his mind and echoing in his mind like a cave. Alfred pursed his lips into a thin line. "Yeah, I think he's yandere."

Now that the class was convinced that Antonio wasn't right in the head, after about half an hour, Kiku began drawing some possible conclusions to where and what he could've done to you. The teacher scooted aside from his desk and let the real professional take over, well he's really just a hardcore otaku.

He clapped his hand a couple of times to quiet the class, directing their attention that had gone away as he drew up a mind map on the whiteboard.

"Okay. So, first thing's first, I shall explain the term yandere. It is a fictional personality trait where people, usually females, are romantically obsessed with someone to the point they will take extreme means to make him or her theirs. This includes violence and other techniques that I don't feel comfortable talking about."

Grabbing the one meter ruler that conveniently stood against the corner, he pointed to the desk in front of yours.

"And that, is a perfect example. You can tell that they match if you look closely. I won't repeat all those examples to you, but I will give some possibilities of where (F/N) can be. I'm sure she's not hurt, according to my calculations on him, he is quite protective. Right now, they could either be at his house or..."

He slid the ruler as a pointer over the board, scraping it in the process to reach the strange triangle he drew.

"They could be overseas, and specifically in Spain."