Hetalia Oneshots

Car Crash -HongIce-

This fic contains character death and suicide, so don’t read if you don’t want to

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Why?

That was the only question in my head as I watched the car slam into Leon.

Why him? Why now?

I heard screaming, but it took a moment to realise that it was coming from my own mouth. My throat was hoarse and dry and my vision was obscured by tears as I stumbled forward to cradle his head in my lap. The driver of the car had gotten out and rushed over, mobile phone clutched in his hand as he called an ambulance. I barely noticed the crowds all gasping and shouting. I was focused on the failing heartbeat and shallow breaths of my boyfriend.

“Leon... Leon, wake up...” I choked out, my throat constricting as I stroked his warm cheek with my shaking hand. Tears spilled down my cheeks and splashed onto his unmoving face. Broken sobs wracked my body and I pulled him closer, ignoring the sticky blooding seeping through his clothes and onto my pale hands. “Idiot... This isn’t funny, just wake up!” I clenched my fists, clutching at the stained fabric of Leon’s top desperately and letting out another sob. I blinked hard and rubbed viciously at my eyes as if that could scrub clean the horrendous images that haunted me even when my eyes were shut tightly. The sight of my boyfriend lying broken and battered, his head resting on my lap. The driver was now on his knees, apologising profusely, but I barely registered him. I felt numb. This had to be a dream. Maybe I would wake up soon. “Please... Let this nightmare be over...” I cried, leaning over and planting a kiss on Leon’s forehead, the metallic tang of blood sickening.

His eyes fluttered open and focused on my face. I cried with relief

“Leon! Leon, are you okay?!” I asked, stroking his hair and trying not to cry.

“E-Emil..?” He rasped quietly, and my heart leapt at his voice.

“Yes, it’s me. Just hang in there” I said hurriedly, kissing his cheek softly and holding his hand in mine. 

“It hurts...” He muttered “What happened..?” He asked, his perfect face twisted with pain. It hurt to watch.

“You were... You were hit by a car.” I whispered, wincing at the painful memory. He gasped in pain and squeezed my hand

“That explains... why I feel like Mei’s tackled me” He attempted to chuckle, but he frowned and clenched his teeth when he moved. How could he joke at a time like this?

“Leon...” I started, but he shook his head and opened his mouth to speak

“Emil... I want you to know...” He broke off coughing, and spat blood. “I... I love...” He broke into another coughing fit and laid still, his warm brown eyes closing. I shook him gently, and then more violently as he didn’t respond

“Leon! Leon! Open your eyes!” I yelled as his breathing got slower and slower and his heartbeat that I could once feel strongly when I rested my head against his chest grew weaker and weaker. “Please... just open them...” I pleaded with his comatose form. I felt arms try and pull me away from him, but I clung on tight. Eventually they detangled me from him and carried him off. I could no longer see his body as the crowds of people blocked him from my view. I sat there, numb and shivering, waiting for news. He would be okay... right? He was in the hands of professionals. He would make it. He had to. “I can’t live without you...” I mumbled through frozen lips, staring at my blood covered hands.

I jumped when a gentle hand patted my shoulder. A stranger, dressed in a uniform was looking solemnly at me. I shook my head in silent horror as I saw the pity and sympathy in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, we couldn’t save him.” The stranger said softly, but matter of factly. It was then my heart broke. I felt the ache in my chest as what he said sank in. Leon was dead. Dead and never coming back. Never again would he hold me tightly and whisper sweetly into my ear. He would never pull another silly prank with Mei, never annoy my brother Lukas, and never look at me with those warm eyes. I would never feel the warmth of his breath as he pulled me in for a kiss. I could never speak to Leon ever again. I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t want to believe it. He couldn’t be gone... I couldn’t cope with it. I sat there, on the cold, hard pavement and cried, my head propped up in my hands.

The funeral was a week later. I couldn’t meet anyone’s eyes. His family was distraught; their tearstained, saddened faces echoed my own feelings. I had brought a bouquet and laid it by the coffin, one look at his peaceful, unmoving face sending rivulets of tears down my face.

“You idiot... You promised me you’d never make me cry again...”I whispered hoarsely, breaking down beside his stiff body.

Sobbing, I left as soon as I could, unable to bear it much longer. I didn’t want to live without him, I just couldn’t. He was the only thing that gave me the strength to live through each day, and without him I couldn’t bare another living moment. I ran to the bridge. I wasn’t thinking straight but I no longer cared. I walked out onto the old stone bridge above the railway tracks and clutched at my chest, tears still blurring my vision.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t be strong without you...” I murmured, lifting myself so that my legs dangled over the edge. “I’ll be with you soon.” I promised. I heard the telltale rumble of a train coming and loosened my grip on the railing. I heard the desperate shouts of bystanders as I pushed myself away from the bridge and closed my eyes. I fell through the air, my body light and the only thought floating through my mind was that I would be with Leon soon. That was all that mattered. Screams sounded and the train got louder. I tensed myself as everything happened at once.

The impact sent waves of pain through my body, but darkness soon enveloped my being and brought welcome relief to me. I cracked open my weary eyes, and the first thing I heard was a familiar voice that I had longed to hear again

“You idiot, Emil... You shouldn’t be here so soon...”