Hetalia One Shots

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As I threw a shovel-full of dirt into the open pit where _____'s coffin was being buried, I felt like I was throwing half of my heart in with it. My entire being felt empty, and unemotional.

  She's gone, she's gone, she's gone... My heart repeated these two words with every beat. With one more glance into the hole, I dropped in a rose. Then I went to England's car, first walking, then running, tears streaming down my face. I didn't trust myself to drive. When I got in, he smiled weakly at me.

   "It'll be alright, Francis." he said, putting a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him, astonished.

  "Goddammit, England! She was my Amour, my everything! Nothing will ever be okay again!" I shouted at him. He just started driving towards my house.

   " Je souhaite que j'étais mort ..." I whispered.

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2am that night

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  "____!" I gasped as I shot up in my bed, sweating, tears running down my face. All I could dream about is when she died. One last breath, which she had spent saying what I'd wanted to hear one last time. I could still hear her weak but beautiful voice.

   "Je t'aime, Francis..."

I sobbed in the dark, remembering her soft (h/c) hair, and her gorgeous (e/c) eyes. She'd been so weak in the end. Cancer took everything out of her, but she never once complained. She could've had chemo, but she knew that it would just make her suffer longer. I supported her, stood by her, and held her hand as she closed her eyes one last time. I'd kissed her goodnight like she'd be waking up in a few hours.

   It felt like my heart had been ripped out, and my soul was empty. All I wanted was to feel her soft lips on mine, to hold her tightly as she slept, anything. But fate just had to be cruel. And though I had my country and my friends, I knew, deep down, that I couldn't go on.

   I threw back my covers and launched myself out of bed, quickly heading to my refrigerator. I took out a bottle of wine, downed it in one swig, and threw it against the wall. Three more bottles met the same fate. Then I returned to my room and dug an old pistol out of a drawer. The steel felt cold on my left temple. But I knew that the sooner I pulled the trigger, the sooner _____ and I would be together again.

   " Adieu, monde, je vais vous manquer." I whispered, pulling the trigger. I didn't even hear the bang, didn't feel the pain. Bright white light flashed around me, and then it cleared.

    I was standing in a field of daisies. It stretched for miles. But in the middle, there was a maple tree, with a white swing on it. A girl with (h/c) hair sat on it with her back turned to me. She turned her head to face me, and gasped at the same time I did.

   "______?!" I called. _____ stood up, white dress flowing in the slow breeze, and stared at me. Then, she came running towards me, calling out my name, a smile brightening her beautiful face. We met in the middle between where I'd stood and the tree, my arms wrapping around her waist, hers around my neck. I leaned down and kissed her gently, warmth flowing through me.

   "Mon amour, I've missed you so much." I whispered. She smiled up at me, (e/c) eyes sparkling. "I've been waiting for you. Welcome home." _____ replied, kissing me again. She now had a soft white glow around her. She was obviously an angel. My angel.

   " Je t'aime, Mon amour." she said. I smiled. " Je t'aime trop, ma cherie." I replied. Then we started walking towards a door that had appeared out of nowhere, the door to heaven.

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Je souhaite que j'étais mort ...~ I wish I was dead...

Je Taime~ I love you

Adieu, monde, je vais vous manquer.~ Goodbye world, I'm going to miss you.

Mon amour~ my love

Je t'aime trop~ I love you too

Ma cherie ~ my darling