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My heart started racing.
______ was awake. ______ was awake.
That was the only thought going through my head.
You'd think that after eight months of waiting for this I would have planned out what to say, right?
Nope. I just stood there, mouth wide open.
She wasn't looking at me. In fact, she didn't even acknowledge that I was there. Instead, she was facing a doctor stretching out her left arm.
Eventually, he noticed my presence.
"Excuse me sir, but what are you doing here? This room is off limits to everyone but those who work here and close family."
My throat felt so dry. "S-she has no family," I manage to croak out. "I'm the closest thing to family she has."
Sadly, that was true. When we were 7, ______'s parents had been killed in a fire that engulfed their home. The only reason she was still with us was because she had been at a sleepover at my house. We-meaning Francis, ______ and I- had been devastated at the news. Her parents were some of the nicest people you could ever meet. Whenever we saw them, Mrs. _______ was always sure to give us some kind of sweets or cake, and Mr. _______ would pick us up and spin us around and around his head until we were dizzy. As we were only 7, we didn't really understand what was going on, only that they had been hurt, and we couldn't see them anymore.
After that, ______ went to live with her only living relative, Miss Elizabeta. She was a lot like Mr. and Mrs. _______, and she ended up moving out to our neighborhood so that ______ wouldn't have to leave her friends behind.
But that didn't last very long.
When she was 10, ______ came home one day to find Miss Elizabeta lying motionless on the floor. When we were older, we found out that she had suffered a stroke. But at the time, all it meant to us was that ______ was in danger of leaving.
After the funeral, ______ went and lived with Francis and his brother and mom.
But that didn't last very long either.
Francis's mother ended up passing when we were around 15, and it sent ______ over the edge. She had always been a little on the superstitious side, and started believing that everyone who took her in would only end up dead.
That's how she ended up renting an apartment and living on her own, with no family.
The doctor slowly nodded, as if he didn't quite buy my story. Turning to ______, he said "Is this true, Miss?"
She looked up at the doctor and I, her face twisted up in confusion.
Suddenly, she burst into tears.
"W-who are y-you?"
______ was awake. ______ was awake.
That was the only thought going through my head.
You'd think that after eight months of waiting for this I would have planned out what to say, right?
Nope. I just stood there, mouth wide open.
She wasn't looking at me. In fact, she didn't even acknowledge that I was there. Instead, she was facing a doctor stretching out her left arm.
Eventually, he noticed my presence.
"Excuse me sir, but what are you doing here? This room is off limits to everyone but those who work here and close family."
My throat felt so dry. "S-she has no family," I manage to croak out. "I'm the closest thing to family she has."
Sadly, that was true. When we were 7, ______'s parents had been killed in a fire that engulfed their home. The only reason she was still with us was because she had been at a sleepover at my house. We-meaning Francis, ______ and I- had been devastated at the news. Her parents were some of the nicest people you could ever meet. Whenever we saw them, Mrs. _______ was always sure to give us some kind of sweets or cake, and Mr. _______ would pick us up and spin us around and around his head until we were dizzy. As we were only 7, we didn't really understand what was going on, only that they had been hurt, and we couldn't see them anymore.
After that, ______ went to live with her only living relative, Miss Elizabeta. She was a lot like Mr. and Mrs. _______, and she ended up moving out to our neighborhood so that ______ wouldn't have to leave her friends behind.
But that didn't last very long.
When she was 10, ______ came home one day to find Miss Elizabeta lying motionless on the floor. When we were older, we found out that she had suffered a stroke. But at the time, all it meant to us was that ______ was in danger of leaving.
After the funeral, ______ went and lived with Francis and his brother and mom.
But that didn't last very long either.
Francis's mother ended up passing when we were around 15, and it sent ______ over the edge. She had always been a little on the superstitious side, and started believing that everyone who took her in would only end up dead.
That's how she ended up renting an apartment and living on her own, with no family.
The doctor slowly nodded, as if he didn't quite buy my story. Turning to ______, he said "Is this true, Miss?"
She looked up at the doctor and I, her face twisted up in confusion.
Suddenly, she burst into tears.
"W-who are y-you?"
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“Ah glad to see you could make it.” John greeted Arthur as the man stepped out of the front door.
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{Warning: Slight language.}
You got Prussia~!
You look at the Prussian flag on the folder in your hand. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. Wasn't Prussia dissolved?
'Prussia had fallen
Is this person trying to keep the country's memory alive? Well technically, Prussia was a German kingdom. Maybe he has some of that blood in him?'
You continue looking at the folder as you walk back to your desk, your friend's wild blond hair being the guide. You stop at the desk in front of his and sit down, completely ignoring him.
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Your P.O.V
Ding Ding
Ah...
It's five o'clock once again. There he is again walking on the same path the same way. My fate is decided for me but my heart still wishes for what can't come true.
Will I ever be able to speak to him again?
Arthur's P.O.V
Yes, it's exactly five o'clock. There she is again at that window staring out.
She no longer does anything else but stare outside with a distant look in her eyes. I walk this path everyday just so I can catch a glimpse of her beautiful (e/c) eyes.
Both your P.O.V
I want to call out to him/her! I want to look at that smiling face once again. I want to be able to laugh along.
I want to st
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The ending.
It's so freaking cliche.
So more back story for reader-chan and England.
I'm still ridiculously sick, but guess whose mother made them go to school today. Yep, that's right, it was my mum. Now usually I suck it up and go back to school after a sick day, but I felt so crappy this morning, I tried begging my mom to let me stay home, to no avail.
So after almost getting sick on one of my teachers, I managed to type this up. Like most of the other chapters, I'm not happy about the length, nor the quality of the writing, but, whatever. I really wanted to post a chapter today after I promised one daily(then missed yesterday and the day before), so this is what I produced.
I wrote a one(maybe two?) shot last period, and if for some reason I don't get around to writing chapter 7, I'll(hopefully) put that story up. I really like how it's starting off.
Also I reread the Romano x Reader i posted yesterday, and I've realized how depressing that came out to be. I have no idea where the heck it came from. I'm usually not so sad in my writings. Here's the link if you'd like to check it out: [link]
Chapter 1: [link]
Chapter 2: [link]
Chapter 3: [link]
Chapter 4: [link]
Chapter 5: [link]
Chapter 6: You are here!
Chapter 7:[link]
Hetalia belongs to
The plot belongs to
You belong to yourself.
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Amazed waiting for the next chapter. ~.~
Arthur will hopefully try to let the memories turn up, right? ='/
Arthur will hopefully try to let the memories turn up, right? ='/