Male!BelarusxReader - Express Your Stalker Side 13

“Finished!” you finally finished your task and it was 11pm at night. It was actually a hard task to provide enough detail into imagining the person you wrote about. It was time for you to go to sleep seeing as your fingers were tired, your eyes couldn’t stay opened for any longer and your brain was close to shutting down.
-Nikolai’s POV-
She just fell asleep after finishing what she was typing. It was really tempting to go in through her window and read what she wrote but if I had gone in and disturbed her sleep, I’d never forgive myself. So instead, I still broke in via her window and positioned her properly on her bed and pulled her blankets over her. Although it was weird of me to do this, I pecked at her forehead before looking at her laptop.
She mumbled making me jump a bit in my spot. I stare at her laptop but deciding to not snoop; I put her laptop screen down and exit.
-Your POV-
You yawn as you slump in your seat while the teacher started to explain what was going to happen. Then he started to list the people we were going to present our descriptions too. It really did sound like the whole year group was going to be mixed up. Since when was there a ‘Matthew Williams’ in your class? Since when was he in this school?
Although, you wished you could present to a certain Belarusian, you were given to the annoying American guy, Alfred. You sigh as he shakes your hand in greeting. “Nice to meet you, dude! I’m Alfred F. Jones! And you’re [Name]!”
“Yeah…”
A few minutes later…
“…and he WHOOSHES through the sky in his blue tights and saves the world! ‘COS HE’S A HERO!” Alfred shouted as he pulled out a random burger from his jacket and stands up on his table pointing his burger up at the ceiling.
You cover your face in embarrassment while everyone stares at your area before he sits back down and rests his face on the palms of his hand; staring at you with anticipation.
Well…
-Nikolai’s POV-
This stupid English task. All I wrote about was Dmitri and how he was annoying and stupid. I couldn’t work up the courage to write about [Name]; I was too paranoid wondering ‘What if I got her as a partner?’ and thus I wrote about someone who was unpredictable. Lucky for me, I got a sleeping Italian for a partner and I didn’t have to read to him.
I rest my face on my palm while I stare out the window. My focus on the sunflowers outside was broken when I heard a familiar voice which caught my attention. I turned around and there I saw [Name] sitting right behind me, her chair turned around so I could only see her back. She was ready to present her task to that weird American.
Seeing as I had nothing else to do, I eavesdropped on her speech.
-Your POV-
You take a deep breath and start to read,
“I know this guy that I met a few weeks ago. He has silver blonde hair that covers the whole of his head and forehead, covering his eyebrows, in which you’re not able to tell his true expression. He has purple eyes that seem so dull and scary to other people as he looks at them. He wears a black fur coat that drapes over him down to his thighs and is one of the thickest coats I’ve ever seen. He’s the type of person that you can find hiding at a corner and the type of person who’d threaten anyone who’d get in his path.”
“Heeeey! That’s good ol’ Niko!” Alfred hit the table with his palms as he continued to eat his burger.
-Nikolai’s POV-
Hearing her speech, I knew that it was all over for me. She just spoke out all the points that everyone knows. There really is nothing interesting about me… She continued to speak, but I really didn’t want to hear anymore. I try to get up, but as if I was glued to my seat, I couldn’t.  I wanted to cover my ears but my hands weren’t moving. So I had to listen to her.
-Your POV-
“But it’s his hair that makes him different from others as it is different unlike any other person’s. It covers his different expressions that can hold so many emotions. It’s that time when we rode on a roller coaster and his hair flew back and I could tell he was actually scared. And those were the eyes that I saw tears well up in and drip down his cheeks as the emotions that were built up inside of him came out as he cried. He holds more emotion than the people I’ve ever spoken to. And that fur coat that he wears is actually one of the most comfortable things I’ve ever felt when I froze during the autumn.”
“Whoa, he did that? What’d he look like underneath?” Alfred asked as you ignored him.
“Or when it takes him one whole bag of rice just to make a perfect lunch. Or when he becomes flustered when someone is injured and spills water on himself and when he flinches at every accidental bump I give him. When he once sat in different corners all day to inspect me as I work in the library while a German-“
“PRUSSIAN!”
“Prussian boy distracts me whilst studying. Even though at this point, this boy was distracted by the little kids corner where he read ‘My Cat Muffin’ to them until they fell asleep on the carpeted floor of the back of the library.  Or that time when he got lost while talking a walk. And when he helped me when I was about to be mugged by strange men…” At this point you could see Alfred tearing up at your story.
“That time when he didn’t like me at all and was out for my guts but still felt the need to help me. Finally, people think he’s really weird and scary the way he stalks the people he admires or likes but I know… that that’s the way he expresses his love. Or the way he pops out of nowhere to hold a knife at a predator’s throat, that’s his way of protectiveness. This is what most girls would want to find in a perfect guy, but they can’t be bothered to see what great qualities he has and how interesting he can be. If I could be with someone as interesting as him, he can express his stalker side as much as he wants. As long as he only shows his interesting side to me.”
And with that, you fold up your paper and Alfred starts to clap really loudly with tears pouring down his face. “THAT WAS BEAUTIFUUUUL!!” he’d groan-cried-screamed as he shook your shoulders. Even if you were being slightly hurt by what he was doing, you couldn’t take your attention away from the feeling that you’re still being watched by…
-Nikolai’s POV-
That. That was about me. She actually wrote about me. And she wrote all the stuff I did within a span of 2 weeks. If only she knew that the reason why I was obsessed with Ivan was because no one else could love me. That only my brother could understand me. But yet she still wrote about me as if I was a different person and that she actually knew. That she understood my life. I could feel the tears trickling down my own face as [Name] turns around and smiles at me. “Nikolai, don’t cry!” she consoled as she pat my head.
“D-did you really mean all of that?” I sniffled as she looked at me. How unmanly. No man cries in front of his crush and 31 other people.
“I meant every word.” [Name] pinched my cheeks as I chuckled under my breath. She leans in and hugs me tightly where I could smell a sweet scent of perfume surrounding her. Not too strong but the scent and the warmth just wrapped around my body, almost engulfing me. “I love you…”
“Me too…” she replied as she smiled. With that, the American loser behind her started to bawl more and clap louder than ever. It’s just luck that no one else paid attention to what we were doing or else I would’ve gone crazy.



Extended Ending-
“Also, Nikolai, I told you not to injure anyone anymore.” You said to Nikolai as you sat with Antonio, Gilbert, Elizabeta and Lovino.
“But I didn’t.”
“Well, that’s what Antonio said.” When you said that Nikolai glared at the Spaniard from across the table who munching on his tomatoes.
“Nope, didn’t say anything. I just said I spoke to someone, right Lovi?”
“Hate to agree with this tomato bastard but he didn’t say anything about Nikolai.”
“But Gilbert said ‘Belarusian’.”
“Meh, Belarusian, Ukrainian, what’s the difference, right?” Gilbert shrugged as he munched on his wurst.
“Oh. Wait. Ukrainian?” Gilbert nods at you as you stare at Nikolai in shock.
“Um, I really don’t want to look further into this…” Nikolai said as he looks down at the table.
“What were you guys talking about?”
“Well, chica… we were on our way to our own lockers until we were stopped by…Dmitri, was it? And then he took us to a room where we could talk in private.”
“Yeah, and he told us about his plan on setting you up on a date so that you could see Nikolai there.” Gilbert continued.
“But then, Gilbert was being stupid and complaining and saying that he didn’t want to do that to you since it was suspicious. Well, we all thought that but it was really risky since he had that same glare as Nikolai and Ivan. But that’s when he hit Gilbert on the head. Antonio, well… I don’t know what he did.”
“Ahahaha! I called him crazy.” He smiled as he rest his head on the table whilst looking up at you.
“Then… what did Francis do?” This is when the table became quiet as Antonio sat up and covered his face in his palm and Gilbert looked away.
“Let’s just say. He did something really un-awesome.” Gilbert replied as he shuddered.
“By the way, has anyone seen Francis lately?” you asked as you darted your eyes around the cafeteria. Everyone shrugs as they continue eating; which is the same as what you did.
-Dmitri’s POV-
“Um, when am I going to be let go?” the stupid and weak voice asked me as I sat in front of the fireplace.
“Quiet. You would’ve ruined everything if I let you go. With your perverseness and your foul atmosphere you would’ve created a hole in my perfect plan. But I guess since everything’s done, I could let you go tomorrow.” I reply in a stern voice as I munch on potato bake. “That is if you don’t ruin their life tomorrow.”
The French pervert squeaked in the corner as he sat there tied up to the chair. That’ll teach him not to hip thrust in front of me and to NOT make disgusting comments in French.