HetaliaxReader One Shots

Lost and Found- England x Reader Part 2

(*Readers P.O.V*)

    He left me, like that. Two years I have been waiting for his return. I have no way to contact him, I could send a letter, but I never got a chance to write one. He is as good as gone........... Gone? No I can't believe that. Another thing that bothers me is that he left me nothing, but a book. Well it isn't exactly just a book, it was the one he would always read when I was around. For whatever reason I thought that carrying it around was a good idea, I take it out of my bag. It was extremely heavy, but it was his. I was sitting on the bench in the normal raining London, I really have no hope for him coming back...... He is lost...... I look down to the ground as the hot tears fall from my face.... He is lost and he is never coming back..... Never coming back........ He is not coming back! In anger I throw the book as hard as I can. Through my sobs I look at the book... with several pieces of paper hanging out of the cover. I wipe the tears out of my eyes. Why would those be in there? I walk over and pick up the book. I gasp a bit as I see the many papers, they are all starting with Dear (Name). What even are these? I decide to read one that is shorter than the others.

Dear (Name),

    I would love to inform you that you are really nice, no that isn't the word I am looking for. You are simply. There is a lot of crossed out words. After a while there finally a word. simply wonderful. I am sorry for not being able to admit this to your face, but simply I am too shy. I think you are wonderful, I love how your shining (Hair Color) hair is always tucked to the side or how your (Eyes Color) eyes are always making a room bright. It always confuses me how you don't ever see how I look at you and how I am always in a good mood when you are around. And it makes me sad that you don't look at me the same way and you always come to me unhappy...... 

    The letter ended there, I walk back to the bench and start reading all the letters.

    I dropped the book. The tears are flowing down my hot face. All these attempts, all the times I have thought about him, all the times we could have confessed, they are all gone with him. I slip of the park bench and land on my knees, splash as I land in a puddle. I fix my eyes on the ground. Now I can't tell him again, he is probably dead.... and if he isn't I won't know when he will return, he never really said. More tears come out as I think of a lifeless Arthur laying down in a pool of his own blood. Or maybe he is captured in some far off country, it hurts me to think about. 

    I close my eyes and wipe my cheeks. The word "Lost" is spinning around in my brain. I suddenly feel a hand on my shoulder, I quickly jump away for a second and then I turn around. Huh?

    "You know it is not the best for you to sit in the rain, right?" I see Arthur in his Navy uniform with an umbrella. I jump up and throw my arms around him. I sob as he hugs me back. He is here...... he isn't lost....... He is found..