Invisible (Hetalia x Reader)

*~Prologue~*

You stopped and stared at the night sky through your bedroom window. The bright stars flickered in the sky, and they reflected in your tear-filled, stunning (e/c) eyes. Stray tears ran down your (s/c) cheeks, reaching your chin and then dropping off, as the day's events played through your mind. You, deciding to stopping grieving over your very close friend's death, pushing the thoughts out of your mind. You slowly turned around, walked away from the window, and plopped down on your bed. You put your head on your pillow and stared up at the ceiling, tears once again brimming in your eyes. Wiping the tears from your eyes, you reached over to the bedside lamp that was lighting up your whole room and turned it off.

"There's no point in staying awake if life is going to be like this." You mumbled before crawling under your blanket/bedspread and curling up into a ball. You stared out the window and you couldn't help but sigh a bit loudly. "Why... Why can't I be somewhere where bad stuff happens rarely, and not everyday? ... Why can't I be somewhere without bullies? And... And somewhere where I have more then just one friend? A-And somewhere where that one friend doesn't die?" You paused as tears began to fill your eyes once again. You paused as you tried to think of one of your fandoms that sounded a bit like that. Well, not the Hunger Games, or Attack on Titan.... OH I KNOW WHERE! ".....Why can't.... Why can't I be somewhere like Hetalia?"

The room went silent as you thought about why you were talking to absolutely no one. The topic was on your mind until your eyes became heavy and you drifted to sleep.

---- (^^^DREAM^^^)----

"W-What are you doing, (BFF/N)?!" You called out as your (e/c) watched as your best friend climbed onto the edge of the roof of the three story school you attended. You leapt up from the place you were eating your lunch and ran towards her. You stopped about 7 feet from her, your (h/c) locks swishing as you came to a halt. "Th-This isn't funny! Get down! You're going to hurt yourself!" Your friend, of course, hadn't been on the edge of the building the whole lunch period, in fact, she had just suddenly stood up moments ago and walked to the edge before climbing onto it.

"What if I want to hurt myself?" Your friend slowly turned around to face you, her eyes staring into yours. You suddenly felt very anxious; you glanced around you to see if anyone else was seeing this, but no one else was sitting on the roof. You felt your heart rate increase as you returned your attention to her.

"Wh-What are you talking about?"

"(Y/n), I'm sorry... But things have been going down hill, and I can't take it anymore. 'Bye." Her words seemed to come to realization slowly, and by the time you had realized what she said... She was falling off the edge of the building. You felt tears began to form in your (e/c) eyes as you ran to the edge of the building and watched as she decended towards the ground. Everything began to go in slow motion as you watched her give you a small wave before her body made impact with the ground.

--^^^END OF DREAM^^^--

You woke up in a hot sweat as the memory ran through your mind again, and again, and again. Hot, sticky tears rolled down your cheeks as you strained to hold them back. You couldn't help but let out a loud sob.

BANG!

You suddenly felt your heart skip a beat. Someone was in your house, and they weren't being very quiet either. You knew that your mother was away on a work trip, and your father had died several years ago.... So, you were the only one in the house... Besides the sadistic, demon-possessed, psychopathic murder, you assumed. You began to inwardly freakout as your tears halted and you stumbled out of bed to grab a pocketknife you kept on your dresser. As your heart thumped at a very fast rate, you decided that you were going to defend your house no matter what. Opening your bedroom door, which had been closed, you slowly walked down a hallway, back pressed against the wall. As you neared the end of the hallway where it opened into the living room, you glanced around the corner and were releaved to not see a sadistic, demon-possessed, psychopathic murder running at you. Sighing a bit too loudly, you stepped out into the room.

That was your mistake. As soon as you stepped into a room, you felt a hard impact on your head, and everything went black.