Scar Holder (Prussia x Reader)

Prologue

Requested from Celine_India

You were only five years old when you met him and it wasn't the most pleasant way either. You had been lying in your bed, sleeping of corse. You were still four when you went to sleep and when you woke, you were to be five. Your mom in the kitchen, making you a cake. The only reason she was making it then was that she had no other time to do it.

It was eleven fifty-nine. All seemed to be fine in your little house. That was until the clock hit twelve. There was pain, like someone stabbing your cheek. It was so bad it caused you to wake up, tears streaming down your face.

"(Y/N)!" Your mother hurried into the room as your one cheek stung. She came over to you and started to check you over for anything. But when she looked at your cheek, she froze. She just sort of stared at the little white line that ran across your cheek bone. A scar, a scar marking somewhere that had never been cut before.

As tears continued to stream down your face, she collected you into a hug. She told you that you would be okay, that the pain wouldn't be there forever. You just nodded and gripped her shirt tightly. Your cheek throbbing in pain as your tears slowly stopped.

You were just about calm again about fifteen minutes later. Your cheek still hurt, but the pain was numb. You weren't crying anymore. You could take deep breaths without sobs in between.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Your mom set you on your bed and told you to stay there as she answered the door. But as soon as she was gone you crept out of bed. You went to the bedroom door and peaked your head out of it.

There, standing in the door way was a white haired man. Your mom instantly let him in and guided him to the kitchen table. You watched in a bit of confusion. Your mom never let someone in the house that willingly.

"Preußen, what happened to you?" Your mom asked him as she grabbed a damp cloth and started to wash the blood off his skin. But when she saw the blood his face she stopped.

When you saw it you came out of your room and went up to the man. He looked down at you and smiled lightly. He leaned down so he could look into your face. He reached his hand out and you let him trace the white scar on your cheek.

"The first one always hurts the most." Those were the first words you heard him say.