Hetalia x Reader Oneshots

Goodbye Doesn't Mean Forever (Italy Romano x Spain's Sister! Reader)

So, this randomly came to me...

---------------ROMANO'S POV

"I'm sorry, Mr Vargas, we've waited too long for her to wake up."

"Wha-at kind of Goddamn establishment are you-a running here!? A hospital is-a supposed to help people get-a better! Not kill them!" I shouted at the doctor. Where are you, fucking tomato bastard?! I growled at him before turning and walking out of the hospital. Last fucking time I come here! That tomato bastard, where is he. His sister's in the hospital and he isn't doing a Goddamn thing about it! I walked back home, to the house that I, unfortunately, shared with the tomato bastard and walked in, slamming the front door behind me, "Fucking doctors, can't do a fucking thing-a right!" I shouted, walking upstairs and to the bedroom, I had previously shared with (Y/n) and flopped onto the bed.

"Fucking doctors."

"Lovi? What's up?"

"Where were you-a, tomato bastard?!" I shouted back at him.

"I told you before, Roma, I was hanging out with Gilbert and Francis."

"So you're too Goddamn busy to-a see your sister for the-a last fucking time?!"

"What?"

I sat up on the bed, "They're pulling the-a fucking plug on her, bastard!" I shouted, "Fucking doctors, not doing what-a they're supposed to do."

"What?"

"Did you-a not hear me, fucking bastard!? I -a said they're pulling the f-"

"I heard what you said, Lovi. I'm just shocked."

I looked up at him to see he had tears in his eyes. I had known that him and (Y/n) were close as siblings and so, this must be taking a toll on him. I didn't know that I had tears in my eyes too, until the bastard pointed it out, "Lovi, you're crying."

"Of course I-a am you-a Goddamn bastard! You'd be-a crying too if you-a had just been told that the-a fucking doctors were going to pull the plug on your girlfriend!"

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A few days later, everyone came over. Bastards, the lot of them. Instead of saying anything to anyone, not even Fratello, I just sat on the tomato bastard's sofa staring off into space. However, I was unwilling brought from my trance by, "Fratello, what's-a this?" I looked up to see what Feliciano had in his hand and when I worked out what it was, a small black velvet box, I shot up off the sofa and dashed over to him, grabbing the box out of his hand. I then proceeded to throw it across the living room, "It doesn't fucking matthew what the fuck it is anymore. She's gone!"

"Fratello?"

I ignored him and just walked out the room angrily, walking upstairs and slamming the bedroom door shut after me.

SPAIN'S POV

"You got any idea what up with him, Toni?"

"No, I don't amigo, but I have an idea," I replied walking into the kitchen and getting something out one of the draws: The last picture taken of (Y/n) and Lovino together. I walked back into the living room, slight tears now coming to my eyes. I handed the photo to Francis, "This is why."

"I don't get it, mon ami."

"Lovi's upset because that's the last ever picture taken of him and (Y/n). There can never be any more," I replied, taking up Lovino's position of curling up in a ball on the sofa.

"Quel?"

"A few days ago, Lovi came back from the hospital, angry and muttering stuff to himself. He was saying stuff about the doctors not doing their job properly and then when I went upstairs to check on him, he told me that they were going to pull the plug on (Y/n)," I responded, wiping my eyes to get rid of the endlessly flowing tears.