Hetalia Reader Inserts

Netherlands x Reader

Netherlands (Lars Van De Berg) x Reader

Lars stared out the hospital window and smiled at the sight of his people crying in joy. WW2 had ended and his people had been liberated from the Germans. Lars glanced over at the vase placed next to his bed filled with orange tulips and felt his lips tugging upward. The Canadian personification had personally visited him after the war and gifted him the flowers. He snapped his head to the door and watched the person standing there. She stared at him curiously and glanced at the room number above his head. 

She cursed herself mentally and smiled uneasily at the stranger "I'm sorry for the disturbance. I'm looking for room 243." He observed her and his eyes landed on the basket filled with oranges placed in between her arms. She followed his gaze and chuckled "Would you like one?" He blinked up at her "Are you sure? They look like a gift for someone." She shook her head and made her way over to his hospital bed "I'm sure he wouldn't notice a few oranges missing." She placed the basket on the table next to his bed.

She looked at the chair and then back at him, asking silently for permission. He nodded. She allowed a small smile to play at her lips and she picked up an orange "Would you like me to peel it?" He examined his bodily condition and silently nodded. His right arm had been broken during a fight with a soldier and had yet to recover. He figured his slow recovery had been due to the terrible condition the country currently remained in. She silently peeled the orange and held her hand out. He took a piece and popped it into his mouth. 

The sweet taste of orange assaulted his taste buds and he smiled slightly. She watched the Dutch male in interest. She leaned forward slightly "If you don't mind me asking sir, were you a soldier?" He watched her carefully and nodded "I fought. I had been held captive for a while." She looked down at the ground in sympathy "I apologize you had to experience that." He raised an eyebrow in confusion. Why did she feel sorry for an act she did not commit?

She raised her head once again and their eyes connected. She smiled "What's your name sir?" "Lars Van De Berg" he paused, "What is your name?" Her smile brightened at his question and he ignored the slight pink dusting his cheeks "I'm (Y/N)." He took another piece of the orange and she remained quiet as she pondered what else to ask him. He took the initiative "Why are you at the hospital?" He took another piece of the orange as she answered his question "I'm here to visit a friend. He got injured liberating the Netherlands." He paused at the statement."Is he okay?"

 She smiled and relaxed in her chair "He's quite alright. They stopped the bleeding." She glanced at the clock as he took the final piece of the orange and frowned slightly "I suppose I should visit him." Lars nodded in understanding. She turned on her feet and paused at the door with the basket of oranges in her arms. She turned to look at him and smiled "I hope we meet again sir." He watched her retreating form, the taste of oranges fresh on his tongue.

Lars stared out the window once again. His people ran around the streets celebrating the win. The celebration had continued for days. He glanced at his arm. The broken bone had healed, but the doctor had recommended he remain one more day. He glanced at the door and sighed at the lack of presence. His family and a few other nations had come to visit, but (Y/N) had not returned.

 A knock on the door drew his attention and he stared at her. She smiled at him and walked over. His eyes landed on the basket of oranges once again. Her smile grew as she followed his line of sight "I brought a basket just for you sir." "Lars." She paused and nodded "Alright, Lars." He smiled and motioned for her to take her old seat. She plopped down and looked at him with bright eyes "It's nice to see you again Lars." He smiled in reply.

Lars exhaled his smoke and gazed at the view placed before him. His country never ceased to amaze him. He placed his pipe down and picked up an orange. He got to work peeling the fruit as he gazed at the scenery. (Y/N) popped up in his mind and his smile turned somber. He ate a piece of the orange and returned to gazing at his country. 

Author's Note

The next chapter is Russia. 

If there are any errors in spelling, particularly the l's or the o's, I'm sorry about that. Coca Cola got spilled on my computer and the keyboard is all screwed up. 

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it. Sorry for all the angst.