Hetalia X Reader Collection

Fallen Kingdom (Dying!Prussia X Reader)

February 17th, 1947.

You stood alone at the top of the hill, overlooking Berlin, Germany, with eyes full of hatred and pain, perfectly masked behind your cold expression. You watched as the capital burned with grim satisfaction. As a member of the Allies, you had been tasked with taking down the capital. With help from America’s bomber plans, you had managed just that. World War II had finally come to a close thanks to you and the Allies, but the violence and disarray left in its wake was disastrous. You regretted each action you had to take against the Axis, for Japan, Germany, and Italy and Romano were some of your closest friends, but what could you do? Your guardian, England, had commanded you attack, so you did.

And you could see him now, far in the distance, rushing toward one of the burning buildings, shouting orders, raising his sword…. You stiffened as he turned around to yell at one of his soldiers, but his gaze fell on you, far away on that hill. His crimson eyes narrowed, and fury blazed in his eyes. His fingers drifted to his neck, to the Iron Cross that rested at his collarbone. Beneath that, however, was something you’d given him so long ago. A black eagle on a silver chain, the symbol on his flag. Prussia kept his eyes on you as he slowly removed the second necklace from around his throat. The representation of your friendship was thrown to the ground, to the dusty, ashy, cracked road. He slowly raised his sword above the delicate object, and—

Present.

“HEY! Mädchen! What are you doing, staring at those papers like that? I thought we were going to the park with Gilbird and Ludwig!” 

“H-Huh?” You jumped to your feet, hiding the documents behind your back as you did so. “A-Ah….yeah, Gil, I’m coming!”

“You sure? You look like you could stay here and stare at those papers forever!” He teased, fingers tapping on the armrest of his wheelchair. “Besides, you know I can’t get there by myself!” 

How can you joke about that, Gilbert? How can you keep smiling? You forced your own smile and nodded. “Sorry. Let’s go!” 

~*~

“Hey, liebe, ah….could you get me that pen? I’ve got to write to Francis and Antonio….”

“Sure.” You stood from your spot at the kitchen table and brought the writing utensil to him, even though it was only a few feet from where he was sitting in his wheelchair, by the desk in the corner of the room. “You realize you could just write an email…?” You suggested as you watched his pale hand streak across the paper. 

“Ja, ja, I know. But it's nice to appreciate the old way of doing things, you know? I’ll just stick with the basics; brings back memories....” His hand shook a little as he wrote, and your brow furrowed. 

“Gilbert….are you all right? You look a little….pale. Paler than normal.” 

“I’m fine, (Name). Just a little tired.” 

“Are you certain? Gil, I’m worried—”

Gilbert twisted around with a smile on his face. “Don’t worry about anything, (Name). I’m really okay. I just….need to go to bed sooner, you know? I just stayed up late again watching those action movies.” 

You nodded slowly. “If you say so….” You started to walk away, then stopped and hurried back to him, leaning down to place a kiss on his cheek. “Hey, Gil? You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

“….I know, (Name). I know.” 

Then why do you lie to me?

~*~