Hetalia One-Shots

No Matter What *England*

*Artie's P.O.V*

I open my eyes to a world of blank, dark, nothingness. I sigh in relief, hearing banging of pots in the kitchen, and the faint, soft noise of my wonderful wife, (Name), humming as she cooks breakfast. I get up, pulling on my robe, and working my way to the kitchen. I open the cabinet doors and pull out two plates and set them on the table, the silverware shortly following. I then sit, and wait for the food. It's a routine (Name) and I have set up. She cooks, I set up. I don't really mind. I just like to help. Besides, my cooking sucks, anyway!

"Morning, love. Sleep well?" I ask, and tentatively take one of (Name)'s delicious scones and spread an even amount of jam on it.

"Yes I did, thank you. Yourself?" I hear her sit herself and take her own food from the dish, patiently waiting for my reply.

"I had a wonderful dream of fairies and unicorns. The colors are so wonderful..." I feel myself dazing into my fantasies, my true escape from a world of black. (Name) helps me, though. She is like a splotch of color on my black canvas of a life. Yet, sometimes I wonder if she is truly happy. After all, she has me as a husband. I feel so... useless. I mean, my own brother decided to leave me. What makes her stay?

"Artie?" (Name) softly called out, taking my plate away from me. I grab her arm, stopping her from leaving. "Arthur?"

"I'll do the dishes, love. It is, the gentlemanly thing to do." I smile at her and stand, taking the dishes from her and placing them in the sink. "You go relax, alright?" I can just sense the smile on her face as she kisses me and skips away to the other room. That woman, she truly amazes me.

As I was out of my thoughts, I hadn't noticed my grip on a plate loosen. So when I lightly hit it against the cabinet when putting it away, it fell to the floor and broke. I froze and put my hands to my face. I could hear (Name) run her way into the kitchen from her cozy spot on the couch.

"Arthur, stay where you are. I'll clean up the glass, just don't move!"

I just continues to stand there horrified. I felt so useless again. What if (Name) got hurt because of my little screw up? Despite what (Name) said, I ran off to the front door, grabbing my sensing stick on the way out. I hear my wife call my name as I run, a few shards of glass had pricked my feet, but I ignore the pain and leave, trying to find somewhere I can collect my thoughts.

I'm useless. I'm sure (Name) would love to have another man. A... working man. One who doesn't bump into things or break things constantly. I fell warm tears trickle down my face as I just collapse into the sidewalk, exhausted. I close my eyes, as the world fades away.

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I wake up with a sense of alarm, before I remember what happened. Where am I? I feel around the bed, and it seems familiar. Heck, it smells familiar. Home? How did I end up here? I hear the sound of the door open, and the calming smell of herbal tea floods through my nose. "Artie? Are you alright?" As soft voice asks me as they place the tea cup down on the bedside table.

"(Name)? Why... why did you help me? I'm useless to you! Go marry someone else. Someone better than I am." I yell, tears prickling my eyes. "I- I know you would be happier..." I trail off and start to cry, mentally cursing myself for letting myself do so. I feel to comforting arms wrap around my torso, and (Name)'s favorite perfume faintly hangs off of her.

"Oh, Arthur..." I prepare myself for the worst. "Why would you think such things! I'll love you, know matter what. If I didn't want to marry you, you would still be in the friend zone!" I chuckle at hearing that, feeling a whole lot better.

"I love you too, love." I pull her next to me. " And I'm sorry."

We both hold each other in a loving embrace, enjoying the other's company.