Sometimes (Hetalia X Reader)

Day In & Day Out

Arthur sighed as he sat up in bed tiredly, yawning and shutting off his alarm. He swung his body around, feet dangling off the edge as he rubbed his eyes tiredly and walked to the restroom to begin his morning routine.

Brush his teeth.
Get dressed.
Drink a cup of tea and eat a scone for breakfast.
Take his pills.
Drive to work through all of the traffic and road rage. (He jumped when a car honked, and flipped the driver the bird as they passed him.)
Get to work.

There, he saw his annoying coworkers chatting it up in the break room, like being at work was the best thing in the whole world. He couldn't seem to understand how they were all so happy.

"Good morning, Arthur!" (Name) chirped as they spotted him, giving him a cheery wave.
Arthur smiled weakly, feeling a bit happier at the greeting. "Good morning, love." He replied tiredly.
(Name) smiled and turned back to Alfred, continuing their conversation as Arthur headed off to his desk to type up his reports. He could hear (Name) slide into their brightly decorated desk behind him.

As soon as his shift was over, he packed up his things and headed to the elevator. His coworkers filed in as well, talking and laughing loudly, getting on his nerves. Did they all have to act like such uncivilized beings? God.

They all walked into the garage, heading off to their respective vehicles after saying goodbye to each other.
"Good night, Arthur!" (Name) called after him, causing him to look over his shoulder. He could see them enter their black car and start it. He turned back ahead and unlocked the door to his own vehicle.

***

Beep beep beep beep bee--

Arthur slammed onto the alarm clock, shutting it off again before begrudgingly leaving his warm bed and doing his same routine.
Brush his teeth.
Dress.
Eat.
Pills.
Drive.
Road rage.
Work.

"Good morning, Arthur!" He could hear his cheery coworker greet again. He grunted in response; this was not one of his better mornings.

He could hear that stupid blonde American attempt to whisper to them. "Dude, why bother saying good morning? He's just a grumpy old man."

"It's the polite thing to do, Alfred. I say good morning to everyone else, so I should say it to him, too."

Arthur felt his mood lighten a bit. Well, at least someone had manners around here. He slid into his seat, putting in his ear buds as (Name) went to their desk.

Eight hours (and a lunch break) later, everyone was back in the elevator, talking and laughing and joking around with each other.
Except for Arthur, of course.

They all exited and walked to their cars, Arthur quickly getting to his.
"Good night, Arthur," he could hear someone call after him, causing him to look back.

(Name) was watching him with a stupid grin on their face as they unlocked their car.
Arthur blinked and nodded to them. "Good night, love." He responded. They seemed happy he did so and entered their car, starting the engine.
He quickly did the same.

***

Five days of the week, his routine remained the same.

Wake up.
Bathroom.
Get dressed.
Eat.
Pills.
Drive to work.
Get greeted in the morning by (Name).
Type up idiotic reports.
Lunch.
Type up even more idiotic reports.
Drive home after a goodbye from (Name).
Eat dinner.
Take other medications.
Shower.
Go to bed.

Every work day, it was just the same old thing: the same old job, same old people, same old pills, same old food, same old routine. Everything was just...
Repetitive.

It was tedious, annoying, frustrating. He wanted something new, something exciting to happen.

He entered his work place, yawning a bit. He hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, and he was now paying the price for it.

As usual, he passed by the break room.
What was unusual was the silence he heard from it.

Arthur brushed it off. It was probably nothing; that silly American probably didn't come in for work today.

He walked to his desk and slid into his chair. He plugged in his headphones and began to listen to his music while typing his reports up.

A soft tap came to his shoulder.
He looked up, seeing the office manager there and quickly removing his headphones.
"Yes?" He asked.

"Hallo, uhm..." Ludwig looked away, placing a hand on his shoulder gently. Arthur immediately felt nervous. "I know jou two veren't very close, but... I vanted to let jou know zhat (Name) took zheir life last night."

Arthur stared up at the German, his green eyes unreadable.
He patted his shoulder quietly, before moving to another desk quietly.

Arthur felt his stomach twist in slight anxiety as he looked behind him.
He could see (Name)'s empty chair in front of their brightly colored desk, which was covered in pictures and drawings and stickers with happy images.

As he could hear the noisy American begin to quietly sob a few desks away, he realized something: he hadn't wanted anything to change.

But it looks like his wish came true, anyways.