Hetalia Imagines

prussia||destroying memories

(How you doin'?) ((Creds to the artist because I'm not sure if this was ma main man hima or not))
SILT: monster- EXO
Word Count: 917

You sighed heavily as you packed up boxes upon boxes of past memories. You had just broken up with your (ex) boyfriend, Gilbert. You found him in bed, drunk, with another woman.
Oh god, how that hurt you. It was bad enough that he flirted with every other girl, and swore blind that it was just his nature, but to cheat on you? That was just a stab in the heart, twisting the dagger as it was pulled out, then pouring salt and lemon juice into the wound.
You tossed the orange teddy bear with the lopsided snout, haphazardly into the box. Gilbert had won it for you on your first date.

--Flashback--
You giggled gleefully as Gilbert gently dragged you towards a booth where you would have three chances to throw a ball to knock over some plastic cups.
He paid a (currency) to the booth worker, who in turn, gave him three small, red balls.
Gilbert picked up the first ball, aimed, and winked at you over his shoulder, before throwing the ball as hard as he could.
He knocked the cups over on the first try, meaning that he won a stuffed bear. The booth worker handed it to him, to which he turned around and gave it to you.
You grinned happily and buried your face in the soft fur of the bear.
--Flashback End--

You tossed picture after picture into the box, not even sparing them a glance.
The box was half full, filled with a mixture of cards, pictures, presents, and other things that reminded you of Gilbert.
You came across a row of pictures and looked at them for a second. You remembered the day they were taken.
It was Valentines Day, four years ago, and it was the day that Gilbert had first expressed his feelings towards you.

--Flashback--
You and Gilbert dashed through the streets, laughing as loud as you could.
You screamed with delight as you forced your best friend to come to a stop beside you.
"Gilbert, look! A photo booth! C'mon let's go inside, pleeeeassssseeeee!" You exclaimed, excitedly. Gilbert thought for a second before laughing and nodding his head, a wide smile across his face.
"Sure, frau! Let's go!" He laughed, as he grabbed your hand and pulled you inside the booth.
You put your money together and paid the price, and waited for the timer.
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You both got into a position where you could both be seen by the camera.
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"Let's pull stupid faces!" You whispered in Gilbert's pale ear.
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You pulled your faces, and held them.
*Click*
You both grinned together as you continued this two more times, each time different from the last.
On the last photo, Gilbert turned your face towards his, and gazed at you.
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You rose an eyebrow at Gilbert, and giggled softly.
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He leaned closer, so he was only an inch away from your face. You could feel his breath fanning across your cheeks.
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Suddenly, he kissed you on the lips. His lips moved against yours, and you shut your eyes after you had gotten over the initial shock.
*Click*
He pulled away from you, face red, and muttered three little words in German.
"Ich liebe dich."
--Flashback End--

Your face contorted in disgust as you realised his lips you had loved so much, had probably kissed a thousand other girls while he was with you.
You chucked the row of pictures into the box before picking it up and carrying outside to the back yard.
When you reached the centre of the yard you tipped the box out into a pile. The pile was, surprisingly, quite large, and would last a while.
You took out the box of matches you had in your back pocket and took a match out of the box.
"(Name), liebling, I'm sorry!" A voice cried out, making you drop the match you were holding.
You snapped your head up and saw a distraught Gilbert climbing over your fence gate. He fell, and tumbled to the ground. Hard. He groaned as he sat up, but soon scrambled to his feet.
Your face held an expression that was a mixture of anger and hurt. You sighed, as you saw him stand opposite you, on the other side of the pile, and look at you with guilty, puppy dog eyes.
"What do you want, Gilbert? I though I told you that I never wanted to see you again?" You asked, your voice hard and flat.
"I know, (name). But I needed to see jou, before jou did anyzhing stupid!" He gestured towards the pile of memories, and then started to walk closer.
"Stupid? STUPID?! I don't think removing you from my life is stupid, Gilbert." You spat at him, venom lining your words.
"What I think is stupid, is cheating on the girlfriend that gave you all of her, and to throw her heart in the trash!"
Gilbert's red eyes looked down in shame as he opened and shut his mouth, like a goldfish, trying to find the right words.
"I-I'm sorry, (name). I never meant to hurt jou. I loved jou. I still do." He said, and you could hear the heartbreak in his voice.
"'Sorry' doesn't cut it, Gilbert." You said, with no emotion in your voice what-so-ever.
You took out another match, struck it, and tossed it into the pile of memories, watching as your whole relationship with Gilbert went up in flames.

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(Heyyyyy! I was inspired and this happened and yeah.)
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