Hetalia Angst

Bleed With Your Worries

This is a little drabble I did from a human!Hetalia roleplay I'm doing with a friend. Basch and David are police officers going to Gilbert's (Prussia) medication from his highly abusive father. I apologize for any inaccuracies this may include about how it would happen or police protocol or anything. My only knowledge comes from what I find on Google.

⚠️️Trigger Warning: Gunshots, police fight, blood, death (homicide), murder, sadness, vomiting⚠️
Characters: Basch Zwingli (Switzerland), David Moore (Human Oc), Deisil Beilschmidt (Germania)
Word count: 832 words

The ride to the address they'd been given was tense and Basch glanced over at his partner multiple times as he drove. "Take a deep breath, kid. It's going to be alright. You'll be ok." He glanced over one more time to see David taking deep breaths, his hazel eyes focused on something on the dashboard. "Very good. You're doing great. You were trained for this, you'll be ok."

David nodded, smiling a bit at Basch's reassurance. "Ok. Thank you. I'll be alright." He said, the feeling of calm immediately being replaced by fear as he saw the address they were looking for. 'Its ok, you're trained for this. You'll be alright.' He assured himself, trying not to let his fear get the better of him as they pulled into the driveway.

The two of them got out of the car and headed to the front door. Basch knocked first, the sound loud, easily heard from inside. After a moment, the door opened just a little and a piercing blue eye gazed back at them. "Hello, Sir, I am Officer Basch Zwingli. This is my partner, Officer David Moore. We got a call from your son saying you have his medication, is that true?" He said.

The man hesitated, seeming to glare at the two. Basch could tell he was planning something, but he couldn't tell what. "Yes, I do." He said, a thick German accent to his words. He stepped back from the door, leaving it open. "You can come in and retrieve it. It's on the counter." He said and Basch glanced back at David. He opened the door and stepped inside, feeling a bit cautious. He could hear David enter behind him and a sense of uneasiness washed over him. Something was wrong. He looked over to Deisil and grabbed for his pistol when he saw a gun in his hands.

Bang! Bang!

Two shots rang out, one from each gun. Basch's shot had gone straight into Deisil's head, but the officer hadn't felt any pain from a bullet. Immediately his heart dropped when he heard a cry of pain from beside him. "David!" He cried out, fear in his voice. His partner collapsed, pressing against the new wound in his chest and looking at Basch with pain filled, pleading eyes. Basch felt sick, but he spoke quickly into his radio. "Officer shot, we need medics immediately." He gave their location and pressed his hands firmly over David's wound. "No, no, come on, Kid. Stay with me. Stay with me, keep your eyes open, don't you dare die on me!"

Tears began to slip down David's cheeks as he looked up at Basch. His head was reeling and it was hard to focus on anything other than the throbbing in his chest. "Help.." He managed to whisper. "H-Help me..." Basch could feel his own tears begin to fall as his partner bled to death beneath his hands.

"Just focus on me, please, focus on me, Kid. You're going to be ok, you'll be ok just hold on..." He was almost begging now, pressing hard against the wound. "Please, just focus on me. Focus on me." This couldn't be happening. He promised that the kid would be ok. He had to survive this, he was too young. "Goddamn it, David, open your damn eyes!" When the command wasn't obeyed, he felt his neck for a pulse, and then he checked his wrist. Nothing. He felt sick. It was all he could do to keep himself from throwing up, even as he heard sirens in the distance approaching them. He kept his hands pressed firmly against the bullet wound, feeling the blood continue to slip through his fingers. Deep in his mind, he knew it was too late, but he couldn't bring his conscious to believe it.

He seemed to zone out, only able to feel the blood sticking to him and his heartbeat pounding in his ears. 'This isn't happening. This can't be happening, I promised him. He was supposed to survive.' A hand on his shoulder made him jump and he looked up into another officer's eyes. They were green, and they looked sad, sympathetic. "I'm sorry, Officer. He's gone."

Basch shook his head, feeling like he was going to throw up. "No.. No, no, no, he can't be dead. I told him he'd be ok, I-I said I'd protect him, he just- H-He can't..." The gentle hand remained and the other officer shook his head.

"I'm sorry, Basch. There's nothing we can do." It was too much, everything was too much and he felt sick. He finally brought his hands away from David's body and stumbled backwards, doubling over and throwing up. It burned his throat but he felt numb. Everything was numb and tingly and he could barely see straight. The world spun and he threw up again, heaving and coughing. He barely registered the feeling of hands on his shoulders and body before everything went dark.