Hetalia One-Shots [REQUESTS OPEN]

I'll Wait For You (2p!Italy)

Just saying, I love this song so much. Its back and forth undeniable love hidden beneath the rubble. Its about coming out for the love of the other. I swear, I love this so much. So that's what this shot is about. ♥
Enjoy~!

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Little do you know
How I'm breaking while you fall asleep
Little do you know
I'm still haunted by the memories
Little do you know
I'm trying to pick myself up piece by piece

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Her heart is breaking-may very well be broken. She knows.... She knows it all; everything. Its shattering her life that she goes through with it anyway; that she forces herself to push through the pain every day. How much she wishes she would have taken more time... before answering.

She turns her head to the side and stares at his sleeping face. His dark colored hair lays across his forehead and cheek; he sleeps on hi stomach, arms around the pillow above his head and mouth slightly open. The covers stop at the lower part of his back showing tanned skin and toned muscles -everything she still undeniably notices. And his face is turned towards her as he sleeps and she longs to see his dark magenta eyes filled with dark amusement and intelligence.

[Name] sighs and looks a away from her Italian lover.

The moonlight filters through the French double doors feet away from their king size bed. [Name] shakes her head just like she does every night when she cannot sleep and thinks about everything between them. Now, she thinks about the house- more like a mansion, really-and why Luciano wanted her as part of this grandeur life he built. If he can never tell her anything, if he constantly comes home in red and bruises... what was the point in asking? Why when she will never know and only be like a decoration in the house he sleeps in?

All she want is to be real with him. To kiss him when she wants to, to be wrapped in his warm embrace as she sleeps, to hear his voice smooth and melodious in her ear.... But there is so much in the way of that.

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Little do you know I
Need a little more time

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[Name] holds the small box in her hands. For a while now it has been suiting by her bed, collecting dust. Carefully, she lift the top. Inside is a gold ring with her birthstone as the twinkling gem on top. As if by captivated by the object she takes it from its unmoving place and holds it to the moons milky light; tiny specks of light bounce from it like a mirror of sorts. The inscription is still one she remembers. "To my lover and best friends, my adviser and listener, the woman who gets me better than even I do. -Luciano Vargas."