2p Hetalia One Shots

I Miss The Misery (2p Russia)

I Miss The Misery – Halestorm

I've been a mess since you stayed,
I've been a wreck since you changed,
Don't let me get in your way,
I miss the lies and the pain,
The fights that keep us awake-ake-ake
I'm tellin you!

Tears rolled down my cheek as my friend Natasha tried to cheer me up.
"(Y/N), you need to break up with my brother. He treats you awfully, just look at these bruises!," Natasha tried to reason.
"I can't! I know I should, but for some reason, I just can't...," you shakily responded, tears still pouring from your eyes. Viktor, your boyfriend, once again, had beat you, till you ran out of his home to your Belarusian friends comfort. He use to be so different when you first met, and started dating. He was quite, blunt, and sarcastic, but silently caring toward you. You loved him, but now that emotion has been replaced by fear.

I miss the bad things,
The way you hate me,
I miss the screaming,
The way that you blame me!
Miss the phone calls,
When it's your fault,
I miss the late nights,
Don't miss you at all!
I like the kick in the face,
And the things you do to me!
I love the way that it hurts!
I don't miss you, I miss the misery!

Viktor had always been a feared man, but not in your opinion, until he started changing. At first, it was more of a verbal attack on you, but it soon got worse, to the point of blood and bruises. This has been happening for many months, but for some reason you stayed. No one knows why you would stay with him, not even yourself.
"I can handle it Natasha, I should head back home now. Thank you for your hospitality," you quietly responded, while walking towards the door, back to the Russian man.
"Wait, (Y/N)! You can't go back to him! He could kill you!," Natasha tried to reason while grasping for your walking figure. She was too late for you had left her home before she could catch up.

I've tried but I just can't take it,
I'd rather fight than just fake it (cause I like it
Rough),
You know that I've had enough,
I dare ya to call my bluff,
Can't take to much of a good thing
I'm tellin you!

You walked back to your "lover's" home, in the cold night. The thought of Viktor created anger throughout you. But another feeling appeared, too. Fear? Yes, a small bit, but that's not it. You stopped in your tracks to try to figure out this strange emotion. It felt so familiar, but at the same time so foreign. Then it hit you. "Love?;" you breathed out. "No, it can't be," you shook your head and continued to walk. "I'm going to give him a piece of my mind when I get there;" you told yourself.

I miss the bad things,
The way you hate me,
I miss the screaming,
The way that you blame me!
Miss the phone calls,
When it's your fault,
I miss the late nights,
Don't miss you at all!
I like the kick in the face,
And the things you do to me!
I love the way that it hurts!
I don't miss you, I miss the misery!

You finally reached his home. It was dark and gave off a fearful aura. All of your determination and anger was quickly replaced once you spotted the house. You took a deep breath before opening the door.

Just know that I'll make you hurt,
(I miss the lies and the pain what you did to me)
When you tell me you'll make it worse
(I'd rather fight all night than watch the TV)
I hate that feelin inside
You tell me how hard you'll try
But when we're at our worst
I miss the misery

It was dark and cold inside of your shared home. You slowly closed the door, fearing for the worst. Once you turned around, a gasp was released from your mouth at the sight of your intimidating boyfriend. Not even a second later, you were held against the wall, a rough kiss forced on your lips. You struggled until he finally pulled away.
"Kiss back," Viktor ordered. He then forced his lips on yours again. At first you tried to resist, but you have already learned that resistance is useless against him. You kissed back, a tear falling from your eye.

I miss the bad things,
The way you hate me,
I miss the screaming,
The way that you blame me.

No matter how much he abuses you , you just can't hate him entirely. No matter how many people tell you to leave him, you just can't fully convince yourself to do it. Even though it was hard to feel, blocked out almost entirely by the fear and pain, you still felt a spark. Sadly, you still love him.

I miss the rough sex,
Leaves me a mess,
I miss the feeling of pains in my chest!
Miss the phone calls,
When it's your fault,
I miss the late nights,
Don't miss you at all!
I like the kick in the face,
And the things you do to me!
I love the way that it hurts!
I don't miss you, I miss the misery!

I don't miss you, I miss the misery!

You loved the misery he brought. You just couldn't leave him. So, you continued to endure all of it, and sadly, you enjoyed it. You knew if you left, you would miss the misery. 

Author's Note: I know I wrote that reader-chan went back to Viktor, but that doesn't mean you should if your boyfriend/girlfriend or whoever is abusive! If this happens, please find help. And remember, if any of you need help, author-chan is here to listen!