Invisible (Hetalia x Reader)

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Stopping you stared at the pile of Arthur's spell books that was stacked in front of you. As you reached for the next book to search for another spell, Arthur cut you off.

"Love! I found something!" Turning around quickly, you faced the Brit a happy smile growing on your face. You had been searching for about an hour now, and you finally found a spell! Yay!

"You did?!" You ran over to Arthur and looked over his shoulder at the book. Before you could even read one words, the book snapped shut and Arthur turned to face you.

"The spell won't work if you look at it, love." Arthur explained and you pouted fakely. "Now, would you like me to go ahead and perform it?"

Nodding enthusiastically, you practically leapt up and down. "Yes, please!" Arthur chuckled at your childish actions and smiled brightly. "Alright, just close you eyes then."

Closing your eyes shut tightly --though you found it suspicious-- you heard Arthur chant something unaudible. As you tried to figure out what he had said, you became very, very tired and before you knew it everything has gone black.

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You felt yourself stumbled forwards, as if you were about to fall. Your (e/c) eyes snapped open and scanned your surrounding. You were in.... A closet?! You felt your heart beat increase for a few seconds before you recognized the closet. It's your closet. You suddenly felt upset that you weren't able to stay in Hetalia, but then you noticed something-- A small girl around the age of ten curled up in a ball with a blanket rapped around her in the corner of the closet. (Alright, this is pretty big closet, okay?) 

You took a step back in surprise, and you felt your back touch the wall. You could hear voices from somewhere else in your house, but you couldn't understand what they were saying. You studied the girl for a few moments. You recognized her (h/c) hair. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and you knew something was terribly wrong. For a moment you continued to study the girl, realizing that she still hadn't noticed you.

You opened your mouth to speak but you were cut off by angry yelling from a few rooms away. "I h-hate you, (Dad's/n)! J-Just get out of my h-home! Now!" You understood every word loud and clear.  Your (e/c) eyes went wide as you recognized the situation.

That was a younger you sitting in a ball on the floor; that was your mother yelling hateful words at your father, who had just been fired from his job; and the noise of the front door slamming shut was your father leaving as your mother wished, despite the late hour and the rain that pounded down from the clouds. You knew what awaited him once he got in his car and left; you knew exactly where the accident would happen by heart.

Your father was driving straight towards his death and you could do nothing to stop him.

Tears began to run down your cheeks as you opened your mouth and let out a loud sob. Wiping away some tears after realizing you could not change what would happen, you stepped towards your younger self. However, as soon as your foot touched the ground in front of you, the scenery changed.

Now you were standing in a classroom where students moved to one another's desks to chat about random events. Your eyes scanned the face's until you spotted your own. You sat in the middle of the room, your (e/c) eyes staring at the desk in front of you and your (h/c) hair pulled up into braid. The students around you seemed to take no notice to you as a frown pulled at your lips. You frowned as you watched the students around you continue to chat as you didn't make a sound.

A quick movement caught your eye as you turned to see a small, younger (bff/n) walking towards the (h/c) girl. You smiled lightly when you heard (bff/n) speak because you were glad you could hear her voice again.

"Hello~ My name's (bff/n)! Your new here right? I heard that you're from an all girls school! That's so cool!" Everyone in the room went silent, and turned to look at (bff/n) as she spoke loud and clear. What she said was true, you did go to an All Girls School for most of your life and transferred to a normal High School during the ninth grade.

"I-I-- Yes, I a-am from an all girls school." Your younger, shy, and stuttering voice caught your attention. "M-My name's (Y/N)."

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet ya!" (Bff/n) grinned and extended a hand which your younger self hesitantly shook.

You studied your best friend's younger self, and her smile caught your eye. She always smiled like that, in a big and happy way; But, yet.... She wasn't even really that happy. Her home was not a good place, she was beat almost daily, and yet she still smiled.

You knew she had always came from a bad home, but you were never able to go to it. If you ever had sleepovers, it was always at your house. When you had first found out at (bff/n) was being beat, you wanted to tell someone immediately. But, you weren't aloud to because (bff/n) made you promise.

You shifted slightly as you watched the soon to be best friends, and then suddenly a sharp pain coursed through your head and everything went black.

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"(Y/N)!? Are you alright?!" You felt someone roughly shaking your arm as you looked at your eyelids. Slowly opening your eyes, you felt another course of pain shoot through your head. Your eyes met emerald ones as you spotted a blonde man hovering over you. Something was wrong, and you knew it. For some reason, you couldn't remember anything at all. You remembered your name, what you like and disliked, and that you were far away from your home. Also, you remembered waking up in a strange room, being invisible, following five men -who you can't remember the names of-, and meeting Arthur and having him cast a spell on you.

"Are you alright, love?" Arthur's British accent brought you back from your thoughts as you tried to recall what you knew you were forgetting.

"Um... Yeah." You said weakly as you sat up from your sprawled out position on the floor. "I just feel... Like I'm forgetting something."

Arthur was silent for a moment. "I'm sure you aren't forgetting something. Now, love, I need to show you something important."

The concern in Arthur's voice seemed to spike your interest in what he want to show you. "Yeah? What do you want to show me?" Remaining silent, Arthur lifted up a handheld mirror in front of your face.

You stared at your reflection. Your reflection could not be you. No, it couldn't be. You didn't have......