Hetalia Oneshots

Sweden - Mystery Poet

High school was the same as always. There was nothing new going on in your life. It was the same in your love life. Despite having a crush on a certain Swede, things didn't really go that well.

Both of you never even spoke to each other. Not even once. You were too shy, while his stoic face seemed to show no interest in anybody. You've never seen him look at you, let alone glance at you. Regardless of that, he was somehow always in your field of vision.

One fine day, you were heading to your locker for some books while debating whether or not you should forget about him or wait until you're brave enough to confess. It was confusing, so you decided not to think about it. 

The moment you opened your locker, a piece of paper fell down. Curious, you picked it up and read it.

You have beautiful hair, prettiest I've ever seen. 

You have a vicious yet passionate gaze. 

Your actions make me go into a daze.

You may not be aware, 

But you are the apple of mine eye.

- Mystery Poet

Your heart was strangely warmed. Who was this "Mystery Poet"? He seemed like a smooth person. You smiled as you put the paper in your pocket and walked off to class after taking your books.

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The next day, you went to like your locker like usual and just as you had expected, you found another piece of paper. It read,

You have been trying to find me, I hear.

I am close to the ones I find dear.

Tis none other than you, I fear.

Examine thine heart and thou shalt find me.

- Mystery Poet

It was hard to find out who this person was yet somehow, he knew you were looking for him. And "examine thine heart..."? He sure loves Shakespearean English, huh? 

As you went to class, you thought of all the possibilities, but sadly, there was none you could decide on. No man seemed to have an interest in you except for this Mystery Poet, who you don't know.

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Days passed, and you still got those little pieces of poetry from the Mystery Poet. You liked this guy, and he seemed like a sweetheart. You still were in love with the Swede named Berwald but this guy intrigued you. Today, this message was,

Once again, your smile lighted up the dark chasm in my heart

Just like the forthcoming spring, 

Just like the warm summer sunshine,

So easily

You warm me up.

- Mystery Poet

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These little messages didn't seem to stop. You felt like they wouldn't until you search for the poet. You carefully saved every one you got and didn't lose a single one. They were all chronologically organized. 

For some reason, today's was a little longer than usual. You read,

I love how nothing is able to drag you down.