Our Fairy Tale (Hetalia/APH Norway X Reader)

Fifth

🎶I’m in love with a fairy tale

Even though it hurts

I don’t care if I lose my mind

I’m already cursed🎶

Lukas looked through everything, if the police cannot find her and the town cannot help him, he halted the investigation and continued it by himself. He traced everything that is related to her, work, fans, books, friends, family and workmates. He had visited the hospitals near their home in order to look for records but found none.

He prayed every night for her safety and for her to appear on his doorstep and embrace him.

He shed tears of regret and grief day and night as he embraces the picture he took when they were married.

He missed her, greatly.

And as if God finally heard his prayers, the phone rang and he staggered his way towards it and picked it up.

“Hello, this is Lukas Bondevik.” He curtly and weakly answered the annoying machine and a stern voice talked back.

“Pleasant morn Mr. Bondevik. I am Dr. Arthur Kirkland, a family relative of [Y/N]  and I work at Saint Benedicts Hospital. I have something I want to show you and it concerns [Y/N]. Please come over here as fast as you can.”

Lukas’s eyes which were dazed sparkled as he finally grab hold of valuable information and he quickly replied a yes before hanging up and dashing up to their room to prepare himself.

He entered his car and drove over to the said hospital and asked the desk nurse for the doctor who called him and the nurse immediately brought him towards the office of Arthur Kirkland.

“Lukas Bondevik I presume?” the man in white lab coat asked as his green eyes landed on the panting Lukas. He nodded and the doctor motioned for him to sit on the chair in front of his desk.

“What I am about to show you may pain you but please endure the pain and do not cause havoc.” Arthur spoke again and handed Lukas a white folder who had the name [Full name] on the side.

Lukas flipped the folder open and read the content and his breath hitched as he realized that this wasn’t just some papers that hold her address but papers that had test examinations and results involving the brain.

His hands froze and the folder fell to the white floor as he stared at the doctor in disbelief.

“You’ve got to be kidding me… t-t-t-this is n-not happening…”