Hetalia one-shots

Sweden

How many years had it been now since that fateful day? Three? Maybe four years since you had been taken away. (D.O.B) was the date he hated so much but found it ironic how the day you came into the world was the same day you left it as well. You were his everything, he loved spending all of his time with you. Your voice was the one thing he loved the most out of everything. Just the way it sounded and had the ability to lull him to sleep if you talked calmly. Everyone thought it was weird, you were always loud and energetic, he was quite and reserved. Yet somehow love managed to blossom between the both of you. He confessed his love a month before your birthday. Everything had been set up perfectly, he made sure of that.

-Flashback-

He had texted you to meet him down town near the fountain you both had first met at. Sweden waited nervously even though it didn't seem like he was. In the distance he noticed your gorgeous (h/c) and your cute smile, making your way to him. "Hey Sweden" you greeted giving him a small hug. "What was it that you needed?" you asked tilting your head to the side a bit. His heart skipped a beat seeing how cute you were and gave a ghost smile while moving a piece of hair that had fallen on your face. "(Y/N)" he grumbled "I want to show you something" he moved out of the way. The fountain then lit up in vibrant letters spelling out 'will you go out with me?'. The looking on your face was full of shock before you turned and looked at the Swedish man. "S-Sweden do you mean it?" you questioned him, his arms wrapped around your waist. "Ja, I mean it, will you go out with me?" he asked again. A smile formed on those beautiful lips of yours before you nodded. "Yes, yes I will" you happily agreed causing him to smile before kissing you.

-End of Flashback-

That was 4 years ago and now here he was standing in front of your grave. Sweden never did forgive himself for not saving you. Others were constantly telling him that there was no way he could had. Yet he somehow felt that there could have been a way if he had looked hard enough. How did you die you ask?

-Flashback-

You had gone out of the country for a world meeting and you were returning home for your birthday. He waited excitedly for your return with presents, a cake, and a banner that read happy birthday. Hours ticked by when the phone suddenly rang making the man jump and answer it. "Ja?" he questioned hoping it was you, but no such luck. Instead Sweden was greeted with the news that your plan had crashed, no one survived. The world seemed to freeze in that moment. You......were gone? No that couldn't be right, you couldn't have died. For a while Sweden was in denial of your death no matter what anyone said. The others tried their best to help him but it was no use. He went back to the quiet, self reserved guy he use to be, only worse. Sweden didn't eat for days, he never moved from the spot he was in. There was nothing but pain in his heart. His eyes wandered to the small velvet box that sat near his bed, he reached out grasping in and opened it. Inside was a diamond ring, not to big but not to small, he had planned on asking for your hand on your birthday. Now........he couldn't.

-End Flashback-

Tears were streaming down Sweden's face his knees buckled making him fall. He wasn't one to cry and even when he was told you had died he didn't. As heartless as that sounded Sweden wasn't sure he could cry. There were always times where he felt like he wanted to but never did. And now here he was, on his knees, bawling his eyes out for the first time since your death. The sky seemed to sense his sadness as it began to weep with him soaking his clothes. Oh how he wished he could rewind time and see you once more. To hear your voice, your laugh, to see your smile. You were always there for him and when you needed him the most, he wasn't there. Sweden wasn't sure how long he had stayed on the ground crying, but when he stopped the rain was gone. He wiped the tears from his face sitting up and looked at your grave. 'Loving friend, and girlfriend we love you' it read. Just as Sweden was about to stand he felt a hand touch his shoulder. He turned his head expecting to see one of the Nordics but that wasn't the case. You stood behind him, with your bright loving smile and gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Don't be sad Sweden, it's not your fault, I'm always with you, even if I'm not there physically" you spoke. Your voice was just as sweet as he remembered, Sweden gave a small sad ghost smile placing a hand on yours. Warmth spread through his body and you leaned down and kissed his cheek. The kiss didn't last long before you disappeared into small shining starts, drifting up to the sky. Sweden took in a shaky breath before standing looking up at the sky and smiled. "I will always love you, (Y/n)" he whispered before turning and going back to his car.