Hetalia Oneshots

Spain X Reader: Rain

Her parents were fighting again.

She loved them, she really did. However, her parents constantly fought, even on minuscule topics.  (Y/N) had grown up to her parents' constant fighting, and sometimes wondered why they even got married in the first place if they didn't have anything they loved to do together anymore. The walks in the park with her family, the carnivals that they would compete in and the family dinners that they used to have had faded into frequent arguments about money, work and the lack of affection. The household that had once been flowing with love and fun had no fallen into a dark shadow of pain and loneliness. Normally, (Y/N) wouldn't be as affected, since, by now, she had gotten used to it. However, today was different.

Today was her award's ceremony, and at this ceremony, your parents are supposed to be present. They promised her that they would there. (Y/N), although a bit doubtful, was excited about their arrival. She wanted to make them proud. She wanted to show them that her efforts had not gone to waist. She won something, not only as a prize for herself but as evidence to her parents. She wanted to show them that she wasn't a failure, that they hadn't done anything wrong. 

She wanted to show them what it was like to be a family again.

But, as she walked to the stage, she did not see her parents. She did not see the smiles of her loving mother and father. Instead of her parents, it was the principal who was handing the award to her. She walked across the stage, tears building up as she realized that they had broken their promise. They hadn't shown up like they said they would. And now she was forced to take the award from the principal, instead of the people she wanted to make proud.

Instead of grabbing the award from the principal's hand, she froze. Everyone stared as she stood at the award in the principal's hand. She then looked up at his eyes, that were filled with pity. She couldn't take it. She couldn't accept this award. There was no point anymore. Instead, she quietly walked past the principal and off the stage, refusing to look up. Normally, after the award, you would go back to your seat, to wait for everyone else, however, (Y/N) didn't have the happiness to do that anymore. Now, she despised the award. She despised how much she had depended on it. She despised how much she had hoped for her parents to show up, even if she knew they never would. She despised how she hadn't given up hope. So, instead of walking to her seat and sitting down besides her boyfriend, she walked out the door in the back.

Antonio watched with sad eyes as he watched his girlfriend walk out. He had already received his award, but he knew that it wasn't as important as the woman that was walking out the door, so he quickly stood up and ran out the door, looking around for his girlfriend. He looked around the hallways, and then walked out of the building, looking around in the rain for her. He then spotted her on the bench, with her face in her hands, visibly shaking from both her emotions and the cold of the rain pouring down on them.

He jogged up to her, kneeling down and pulling her hands off her face. She looked down at him as he pulled her into a tight hug.

"They said they would come." She cried into his shoulder, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt as he stroked her hair.

"I know. Yo sé.  Life isn't fair sometimes, but that doesn't mean you should give up. You're one of the strongest people I know and care about, especially having gone through what you've gone through. Just because your parents don't realize you worth and your effort does not make you worthless. And let me tell you something. I. Am. Proud of you. I am proud of your bravery and courage to face through the struggles in your life. I'm proud of the effort that you put into the things that you're passionate about. I'm proud of everything you've done up until now, and I can't wait for the amazing things that you'll accomplish after now." He kissed her and the world fell away. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. His hand rested below her ear, his thumb caressing her cheek as their breaths mingled. She ran her fingers down his spine, feeling the beating of his heart against her chest.

No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated.