Hetalia × Reader Oneshots

Indescribably Beautiful (Latvia x Reader)

A/N: This is more of a drabble.
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(Y/N) liked beautiful things. The sky was among her favorites, so beautiful, she felt as though no words can ever make an accurate description of the sky without it being an understatement of it's truest beauty.

Even when her country was being oppressed by Russia, she still found time to gaze upon the sky. Even when it was leaden, as all winter skies were, she found hope in it. She thought nothing was more beautiful.

She was wrong.

She realised this when she met Latvia. In her eyes, he was a picture of perfection, almost statuesque in appearance, but as humane as humanly possible. His eyes were big, slightly bleary from tears, but she never minded it. His hair was soft, like the finest of furs. His skin was a pale ivory, smooth and warm. To her, he was as beautiful as the sky.

And so, after a year of growing close to one another, they fell in love, although a secret to Russia. They exchanged human names and made poetry together. Although still being under Russia's rule, they found happiness in each other. Even in his saddest moments, he filled her with love. He made her feel warm, like no other sky ever could.

But something nagged at the back of his head. You never said 'I love you'. In all the romance novels and poetry he read, the words 'I love you' were always very prominent. Yes, you embraced him when no one was around, and you would leave sweet notes by the box he slept in, but never once have you ever uttered, or even mentioned anything resembling an 'I love you' ever since you got together.

One night, before everyone went to sleep, you were staring out the window in the hallways. Latvia crept up from behind you and stood at your side. After moments of silence, he asked you.
"(Y/N), why do you never say that you love me?"

You close your eyes, and hum a little.
"It's hard to explain." He was disappointed with your answer, but you weren't done yet.
"It's like asking me to describe the sky; I would say that it's beautiful beyond all words. If I were to try and express my love to you, three simple words wouldn't be enough." You explained, blushing ever so slightly as you did. He was too. Then, you leaned on him and rested your head against his shoulder.

"Out of all the ways to say it, and all the languages I could say it in, it never seems deep enough. So from now on, let's just say my love for you is enigmatic and intricate." You kissed his cheek. "So let's just keep it tacit."

He beamed and placed his head over yours. How he loved your lyrical orations.