This is going to be an X Reader, but it's easier for me to write in 1st person, so enjoy! Oh, and I might make up characters, so all similarities are purely coincidental. I DO NOT own Hetalia, so don't sue me. This is my first story, so enjoy!
I sigh, my breath billowing in little clouds around my head. It was cold, and it started to snow as I walked the empty streets. I really shouldn't be out this late, but I needed to be somewhere I could think. My dear brother Joseph (sorry, I just made him up. Please just go along with it) was dying. He had stage 2 of brain cancer. His beautiful grey eyes haunt me every time that I think of him, and his messy chocolate brown hair framing his face. As kids, we would play in the forest outside our home in the Canadian woods. He would always climb the tallest of trees. Knowing that he would probably never to that again broke my heart.
I feel a slick tear slide down my face, and push a lock of (h/c) hair behind my ear. I just came from the hospital upon hearing the news of Joseph's progression of stage 2 of the cancer. I acted on impulse, sprinting out of the hospital, to try to escape this cruel reality. I shudder, wishing that I had thought of bringing my coat, at the least, my mittens. The snow was coming down harder, but I didn't mind. The sharp cold biting at my face and hands was a temporary distraction from my emotional turmoil.
I approach the bridge that crossed over the Yukon river, into my home town. It was small, and pretty much rural, you know, the kind of place that everyone knows each other. I glance around, to see a skinny man, facing the almost frozen river. My (e/c) eyes widen. He's gonna jump! I run over to the man, and yell.
"Don't jump! Please, don't do it!" I screech, flailing my arms. He turns to me, as if surprised I can see him.
"You can see m-me?" He stutters out.
"Of course I can. You're not invisible." I scoff.
"Why did you save me?" He asks. I cock my head, confused at his question.
I think this over. Why did I? It's not like I know him, so why should I have? Maybe because I'm a nice person? No, I'm not. I'm completely selfish.
I shrug. "I feel like there's enough death in this world as it is." I answer. I step closer to him, and study his features. He had almost curly blonde hair, with a strange curl poking out of his hair, and had beautiful, purple eyes behind his glasses. It was strange though. Purple eyes? Hm. Have to say, never heard of that.
"You have really cool eyes." I tell him. He blushes, and looks down, his shaggy hair falling down his face.
"Thank you." I smile at this. I rest my arms on the guard rail of the bridge. I look at him.
"Any reason why you felt to end your life? And what's your name?" I ask. He smiles.
"My name is Matthew Williams. I was going to jump because no one pays attention to me, and have been neglected since I was old enough to talk. And, not to mention, I'm the shadow of my older brother." He explains to me. I nod. I inhale, and tell him my story.
"My younger brother got brain cancer when he was in second grade, and it had been a long two-year battle. My father left my mom when she was pregnant with me, so I never got to know him. My mom pretty much ignored me when I was growing up, because she was absolutely besotted with Joseph, even though I never got to go to college, and had to get a job. So yeah, I'm the breadwinner of the family." I try to laugh at the end, but it died as soon as it came.
Matthew looked at me with sympathy reflecting in his violet eyes.
"Oh! I never told you my name. It's (y/n) by the way." I tell him. He smiles at me, but it still had sadness written in his features. I shiver, the cold finally getting to me. Matthew noticed, and takes off his fluffy coat, and drapes it around my shoulders. I look up at him.
"You looked cold." Matthew smiles warmly at me. I blush. He steps over the guard rail.
"Here, let me walk you home." He suggests. We begin to walk, me cracking jokes, and him laughing. I was disappointed when I saw my door, sad that I couldn't spend more time with him. I turn to him, shrugging off his coat. I hand it to him, but he refuses.
"No no, you can keep it. I have tons at home." He says to me. I smile. What a gentleman.
"Let's exchange phone numbers." I suggest. He smiles, and takes out his phone. After we get each other's numbers, he was on his way. I step inside, welcoming the warm air of my home. I go to my room, and flop on my bed, Matthew's coat still around me.
