A/N: Another drabble. Also, who would you like better, Male!Belgium or Belgium?
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(Y/N) was never quite the same since Roderick died. She never seemed to take those darn headphones off. She never did, really, even when he was alive.
To think that she'd still keep them on, even after all of his reprimands about them, thinking that she never listened.
She kept them on months on end, and became unresponsive towards others. She stopped going to school, stopped eating, stopped sleeping, only to listen to what was playing on her phone.
It was just another drab day without his elegant presence that someone got annoyed with her and ripped the headphones from her head. She fell to her knees and covered her ears, pleading that he put them back. Instead, he put it on his own head.
It was a recording. A recording of Roderick playing the piano. It was a beautiful song, and there was a bit of talking in the background. When the song ended, a conversation was heard.
'Wow, Roderick, that was amazing!" (Y/N) ha exclaimed.
'Thank jou, liebe.' He replied in his thickly accented voice.
'I've nevet heard that song before. Due tell me the name?'
There was a pause.
'A song for (Y/N)'
And then, the recording was cut off. (Y/N) shook her head, crying.
"I can't stand it... Please, give them back!"
"You can't stand what?"
"A world without him."
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Hetalia × Reader Oneshots
FanfictionOh, you know. A crappy collection of oneshots written by yours truly. I can do limes, fluff, Nyotalia, 2p!talia and genderswap. We all know Hima-sama owns Hetalia. You own you, some guy owns the cover, and I own this dumb book.
