The Death of the Ash (Hetalia X Reader)

Day 37

"Okay..." (Y/n) muttered to herself. Her hands shook as she held the mangled red frames of Matthew's glasses. She shut her eyes and bowed her head. "Um... so I've never done this before but desperate times call for desperate measures." She said aloud. "I messed up... real bad and I need help. I don't know if this is kind of stuff is in the angel job description but I'm desperate. So please, help me. Amen?" She finished in an uncertain tone.

"Hello, I'm here to answer your prayer." Arthur deep, scratchy voice said from behind her.

(Y/n) jumped to her feet from where she has been kneeling by her bed. "Oh my God!" She gasped.

"No, I'm Castiel." The man standing before her stated.

"Wha-" She breathed, scanning him from head to toe. He stood at about 5'11 in a tan trench coat and a black suit. His blue tie hung crooked around his neck. His dark hair was messy and stood in little point peaks, his eyes were nearly as blue as the sky and he had a five o'clock shadow. "You're... you're an angel?" She asked skeptically.

Castiel nodded slightly. "Yes. I'm here to help."

(Y/n) stared at him for moment longer before carefully presenting him with the classes. "Are you able to repair these?" She asked hopefully.

Castiel took a step towards her and accepted the glasses. He turned them over in his hands. "No." He said after moment, thrusting the glasses back towards (Y/n). "It's not a living creature. I can fix broken people, but I am unable to fix broken objects. I suggest you procure yourself a new pair."

(Y/n) reculantly took the glasses. "I can't. They're not mine." She started to tear up. "I really need them fixed. My friend will never forgive me for this."

Castiel frowned. "What do you mean?"

"They belonged to my friend before he died and..." She paused, worried she'd sound crazy. Wait. She was talking to an angel. "Well I can see his ghost whenever I held them but when I broke them he disappeared."

"You wish to see a ghost?" The angel seemed very confused. "Ghosts aren't dangerous, born of violent deaths and vengeful more often than not."

(Y/n) blinked. "Matthew isn't... vengeful." She hesitated. He had beaten up Alfred that one time and he had started to use harsher words when speaking. Maybe he had started to become a vengeful ghost... "At least, I don't think he is."

Castiel was watching (Y/n) with slotted eyes. "Are you sure you want to see your ghost friend?" He asked. "I could make that possible if you so desire it."

"I do!" (Y/n) answered almost immediately. "And Alfred would like to see him as well."

Castiel shook his head once. "I will only give one person the gift of sight." He said bluntly. "Choose; you or Matthew's brother."