CIRL DenmarkxReader Part 2

“Run, run, as fast as you can~ You can’t catch me, I’m the super handsome man!”

“Oh my god, Mathias! Now is not the time!”

“Aw come on, (Name)! What’s life without a little fun?”

“You think this is fun?!”

Another day in the life.

It had been almost two and a half years since Mathias appeared in your apartment, and a little over a year and a half since the two of you admitted you loved each other. And life had taken some pretty interesting turns.

Namely, Hetalia fans had begun recognizing him and chasing him around like a celebrity.

At first, it happened infrequently enough that you could laugh it off and tease him about it; to which he’d puff up his chest and get even cockier than normal for a little while. But then the chases increased in frequency as more people recognized him and subsequently told other people. And at this point you were just stressed out and fed up with it. You couldn’t even go to the grocery store with him without someone chasing after him.

Luckily no one had been able to follow you long enough to find out where you lived. But the cynical part of you had to wonder how long that would last.

Today was no exception to any of this.

The two of you had left to get some coffee from down the street. That was it!

The next thing you know, some fan spotted him and the chase began. Now, the two of you were running all over the damn county, trying to lose these people and not lead them to the new apartment you’d moved into last week.

Turning a sharp corner, you grabbed Mathias’ arm and dragged him into a small shop, hurriedly ducking behind some large displays and yanking him down with you. With your luck, he’d stay standing and the whole thing would start over again.

“Man. What a workout!” he enthused, grin plastered on his face despite the slightly heavy breaths he was taking.

You stared at him in annoyance before peeking around the edge of the display just in time to see the small crowd speed past the shop.

Mathias lightly shoved your shoulder. “Oh come on, it’s not that bad. You’ve been talking about wanting to get into shape any-“

“Just stop it, Mathias.”

He blinked, surprised at the sharp tone to your voice. “(Name)?”

You ignored him, continuing to watch the window before standing, cautiously optimistic that you were in the clear.

Mathias tugged on your hand to get your attention. “(Name). Hey. What’s the matter?”

Shaking your head, you made your way to the door. “I’m going home.”

Worried, Mathias scurried after you as you left the shop and made your way down the street. “Come on, babe. I was just kidding. It’s not like I want this to happen all the time.”

“You certainly act like you do.”

“What?”

You opened your mouth to respond before clamping it shut and looking to the side, taking a moment before saying, “I’m not having this conversation in public. Let’s just go home.”

And with that, you began walking again, Mathias following right along behind you. He was eager to find out what the problem was so that he could fix it, whatever it was. It wasn’t often you acted like this so it scared him whenever you did.

Upon entering the apartment, Mathias waited until you’d made it to the kitchen before speaking up.

“So…what’s going on?”

“…I’m getting really tired of being chased all the time. I’m tired of being late to things because we have to run all over the place to lose your “fans.” I’m tired of people recognizing me and hurling insults at me because I’m clearly your girlfriend. I’m tired of having to practically sneak my way home because I’m afraid someone will find where we live and harass us; especially since we just moved here. I don’t want to have to move already.”

“Me neither-“

“And I’m really sick of how you seem to be encouraging this! You laugh and joke while they’re chasing us like it’s all fun and games. I know you’ve got a big and loud personality but it’s like you amp it up whenever we’re out so that these people will see you! Like you want them to keep chasing you! And it feels like I’m the only one that cares to try and put a stop to it!”

At this point you were a little red in the face from the built up frustration and stress and just general upset from all of this. And Mathias could only stare at you, stunned at everything you’d admitted and how badly this was affecting you.

A few minutes passed in silence before you lowered your head and admitted quietly, “And I get scared… Scared that one of those other people will appeal to you more; or you’ll end up liking this celebrity kind of lifestyle and leave to go immerse yourself in it. I-“

“God, (Name), no.”

You jerked in surprise as Mathias’ arms were suddenly around you and his face was suddenly in your neck which felt…wet?

…Was he crying?

“I could never leave you… Never, ever, ever,” he said, voice muffled by your neck and slightly strained sounding. “I love you and want to be with you forever. I was afraid you’d want to leave because of all this. I never meant to make you scared and I’m sorry it looked like I wanted all of this. I was just trying to cope and make a bad situation better… Please don’t leave me…”

You teared up at his explanation, the pitiful plea at the end hurting your heart.

“I don’t ever wanna leave you…,” you responded, curling your hands in his shirt and trying not to really cry when you heard the little sniffle he let out.

“That’s good… I wouldn’t be much of a King without my Queen.”


--Later on—


After your discussion, Mathias took matters into his own hands. He began speaking to his “fans” and putting on an act that he didn’t really know who they thought he was; and he was pretty convincing at it. Most people, once sure he “wasn’t really” Mathias, gave up with many apologies. Those who refused to listen were soundly scared off; especially those who began badmouthing you.

After that, things pretty much went back to normal.

Well…as normal as they can get when you’re dating the King of Northern Europe.