Hetalia Oneshots

Prussia X Reader: Important

All you could see was darkness. You didn't know where you were and tried to feel for some kind of light switch. Something that could help you see. Something that could help you figure out where you were. You felt nothing. No wall, no floor. You were floating in endless darkness with no way out, searching for anything that might help you.

As you looked in confusion, wondering why your memory was betraying you, you began to hear a distant sound. It felt like someone yelling in the distance, "(Y/n)..... need..... wake....can't.... please." The voice kept fading in and out and you tried to pinpoint where the sound was coming from.

---------------(Gilbert's POV)----------------

I sat in the waiting room, my leg bouncing in anxiety and anticipation. I looked down at my hands, trying to stop the tears that desperately wanted to fall. How could I have been such a dummkopf? She had given me a chance, a chance I didn't deserve. How could I have hurt someone like her? She gave me her world. She saved me when I gave up on myself.

"Freak"

That's what he was known as- the freak of the school. Someone inhuman, tan object lacking the soul for any love or appreciation. His blood-red eyes and snowy white hair made people either afraid or disgusted. Yet, he would laugh it off, calling himself awesome with his two friends Antonio and Francis, sleeping with girls who took advantage of his looks. He knew they did, but it came to a point where he didn't care. He needed to feel loved, even if it was by different women who used him every night. Yet, he knew he wasn't fulfilled, that his heart wasn't complete because of these women. He knew, deep down inside him, he wanted to love someone too. He wanted someone to care for, someone that he could go to for anything and she would trust him enough to do the same.

He was starting to lose hope in these aspirations, however, and slowly brought himself into depression. He hated the way that he looked and despised those who had found their significant others. He would constantly avoid eating and he hung out less with his friends, preferring to spend most of the time in his room. After realizing he needed a breath of fresh air and a break from the constant worry of his younger brother, he put on his red sweatshirt and went to the park. He looked at his feet as he walked, not paying attention to what was in front of him. Everyone avoided him, some telling him to watch where he was going but he was still staring at the ground, lost in his thoughts. Then, he bumped into someone and heard a thump. He looked slightly up and found that he had knocked someone over. He looked at her, with her hair in her face, and was about to walk away when she asked,

"Hey, are you okay? That nearly knocked all of the wind out of my lungs, but somehow, you're still standing." The woman said, adding a little laugh at the end. She then moved the hair out of her face and looked at him, and he stopped.

She was beautiful.

She had (h/c) hair and her smile made him feel like he was worth something. But then, he saw her eyes. He felt a sense of guilt when he realized that she had cried, and wasn't sure what to do.

"No, I'm not, but not because of you though." he answered with caution, "Are you?" He offered her a hand, and she gladly took it, standing up. She pursed her lips and looked down.

"No," she looked up, "but is anyone?" She answered giving a small smile, a tear rolling down her cheek.

He had no idea what had gotten into him, but he reached up and wiped the tear off her face. She smiled, chuckling a little, and her hand reached up to his face. She wiped a tear off, and that was when he realized that he had been crying. He looked down and put his face in his hands, letting out every emotion as his hands muffled my screams. He then felt arms wrap around him, and his shoulders became wet as well. They stood there for a few minutes, in each other's arms, crying and pouring out every emotion in their body to a complete stranger. She then let go and pulled my hands off my face.