Hetalia Oneshots

Silent Love | RomanoxFem!Reader

Request
Romano x Fem!Reader
Soulmate AU (Love these and Reincarnation AU's)
Language warning

If you are uncomfortable with your Ex being in this story, you may change it so you break up with you current lover, or just make up a random name.

friCKIN' FRICK THIS TOOK FOREVER I'M SO SORRY BAE. Forgive me. I mean, you probably won't.
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At the age of thirteen, everyone had permanent words inscribed on their left wrist.

Everyone (Name) knew had those special words.

So, why didn't she?

Her parents told stories of how the inscriptions were your soulmate's first words to you. When (Name)'s mother met her father, his first words to here were: 'You've taken my breath away.' That matched (Mum)'s inscription. (Dad)'s permanent words were: 'I will when I punch that grin off your face.' Those were (Mum)'s first words to him.

(Name) looked at her bare wrist.

Nothing.

Why?

She didn't understand.

At thirteen, you were supposed to get those special words. She was now nineteen. She's lived six years without having any clue of who her soulmate could be. (Name) sighed, pulling he covers over her face. "Whyyyyyyyy," (Name) groaned, slapping her pillow. "After a long, painful week, I have to go to morning classes." She tilted her head, so she was looking out the window, and lay there. The (Nationality) girl gazed at the sky.

Her eyes focused around the rising orb. The orb, that provided Earth with light and warmth. The orb that painted surrounding clouds with colours of orange, yellow and pink. It was welcoming, and nostalgic. Not the good kind of nostalgia. It reminded (Name) of the promise she made to herself.

(Name) and (Ex's name) walked along the rocky path, hand in hand. "Tell me where we're going," (Name) pleaded. Her lover hummed in response, and turned to the girl. "Wait and see," they teased, before whistling a tune. The fifteen year old groaned, following the steps of her special one. "You know, if you were someone else, you'd be dead," (Name) bluntly stated, swinging her arm, "I mean, you woke me at half-past-four, and it's nearly five-twenty, so..."

(Ex's name) chuckled. "Yeah, I know. I just wanted you to see something. You'll love it. We're nearly there, anyways." Abandoning the rocky path, (Name) followed (Ex's Name) lead. True to their words, the couple shortly made it to their destination. "We're here," (Ex's name) exclaimed, (eye colour) eyes glimmering. There, the lovers stood, embraced as one, on a grassy hill, with a beautiful view of the town. "Beautiful..." The (hair colour) haired girl murmured.

"If you think this is beautiful, just wait for a few minutes." And so, the show started. An array of warm colours lit the horizon, like multiple chalk balloons exploding on a canvas of navy. (Name) always had an artistic eye for such things. "You're right. This is stunning. If only beautiful things lasted forever..." The girl exclaimed, eyes darting from colour to colour. This is the time to be smooth, (Ex's Name) thought. "Well, if time was a beauty, you would be limitless." A grin jumped on (Name)'s face, as they both watched the sunrise.

"Yeah. So beautiful," (Name) sarcastically remarked, "I should start getting ready... I have morning classes." The salty girl pushed the covers off herself and slumped. From the corner of her eyes, she noted the time. 5:54AM. "I have plenty of time," (Name) sighed. "I guess I should get started with my routine."

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It didn't take long at all. Doing the same routine everyday soon became a habit. It was almost like second instinct. For a routine that consisted of changing clothes, washing and cleaning, you'd expect (Name) to complete it effortlessly. However, the girl was a heavy procrastinator, and a perfectionist. The girl sighed, "Now that everything's done, I should get going." Grabbing her bag, wallet and breakfast, (Name) made haste.