Hetalia x Reader [One-shot]

France x Ghost! Reader

By Ississ-Perok (DeviantArt)

A Timeless Promise

~: Can you not see me? I swear... I'm there. :~

You sat there. That's all you could do, and all you have been doing for the past thirty years. Though time swam through the large house, you personally kept track of every second. There was an old clock that sat in the back of the main room. It still worked, but there was no one in the house to hear it. Except for you of course. But you were unable to tamper with the clock, and therefor it just sat there, collecting dust. It was a shame really, it had been your favorite clock. You and your husband had sat there and talked right in front of it. The sound of it had always brought delight to the atmosphere, but now, the sound emitted stress to your uneasy mind.

Tick, tock.

Tick, tock.

Tick, tock.

Tick, tock.

Tick, tock.

It was strange, how come this noise was so influential? Why did it make you want to cry tears of joy? Why did make you want to smile at the same time? It made absolutely no sense. It was unusual for another sound to ripple the house's atmosphere, but it did happen on occasion. Usually a creak from old floorboards or perhaps a groan from expanding and shrinking frames. But this sound brought you from your position of lying in your favorite chair to standing. A squeaking sound and then a long forgotten click.

You made your way through the hallway and towards the front door, curiosity leaking from your very being. Your feet touched the ground lightly, leaving a trail of cold tracks and cool air behind you. The front door was within sight, and it's appearance different from normal. Between the frame and the actually door laid a crack. Light flowed in between the opening and grew over your feet and ankles. Weaving through your transparent being, the light flowed further than you were standing. Your eyes were glued to the door as it emitted a creaking sound and slowly opened. Light poured in and passed through you as two figures shadowed the doorway. For the first time in decades the sound of footsteps echoed in your ears.

Two men walked into the house with bags in hand. Both of them wore clothing that you didn't recognize. But that was natural with the time that had passed, you recognize this and didn't dwell. One of them had short and messy blonde hair that seemed placed on top of his head, yet the misplaced bangs framed his face in a way that made the look appear natural. His green eyes were defined with bold eyebrows and his lips were stretched into a line, clearly showing that he was not amused with the situation. The other one however, had longer hair that fell neatly to his shoulders and blue eyes that could rival the sky on a clear day. Small hairs sprouted from his chin and helped define his sharp features. You squinted when you saw the second man. His face struck you with strange familiarity and caused you to take a step back. You swore you had seen him before somewhere, your memory was still a bit fuzzy from thirty years of being inactive.

"Are you sure?" The man with larger eyebrows asked, "It's really old and quite dirty. It seems as if it hasn't been touched in years."

The other man laughed, "Arthur, I thought I told you before. I saw this on the market and I just knew that I had to have it."

"And how does she feel about this?"

You tilted your head in confusion. She? You saw no girl around them. You looked past the two men and out the door. In what looked like a modified automobile, a girl sat in the passengers seat. She had her arms crossed and from what you could see, an upset expression.

Arthur continued, "You two have been dating a long time, you need to make decisions together."

"I know. She said that she didn't mind and so I got it right away. Come on, don't be a pessimist, let's go inside."