Hetalia One Shots

PruFra (Fem!Prussia)

Prussia laid sprawled across her bed, sheets thrown to the ground, hair pulled back into a messy braid she hadnt touched for day. Her red eyes seemed dull, and her skin was even paler than usual. She didn't even move when she heard a knock at her door.

   "Prussia? Its France." a familiar voice called. After a few moments in which the albino girl didn't reply, France came into the room. His heart nearly broke when he took in the sight before him.

   Prussia held on tightly to Holy Rome's black and gold cloak, and looked up at him. Heartbreak, depression, and emptyness filled her dull red eyes. She looked sick. Thin. Worn.

  "Oh, Prussia! Mon ami, what happened to you?!" France yelled, immediately sitting on the bed and pulling her into his arms. She hugged him weakly.

  "Holy Rome... I miss him... Its been so long, one hundred years." she whispered, clinging to her friend. He stroked her silvery hair, and kissed the top of her head.

  "You know, Pru, its not unawesome to cry." he told her. Immediately she broke down into tears. France quietly comforted her as she wailed with grief over her lost brother. After a while, she finally settled down. She was nearly asleep, so France started to walk out when he felt her pull on his shirt.

  "S-stay? Bitta?" Prussia asked quietly. The blonde man smiled down at her, then laid down beside her, pulling her close. She laid her head on his chest.

  "Prussia?" France whispered. The girl hummed in response. "Je taime." he told her. A smile spread across her face.

  "Ich liebe dich, Francis." she murmured, drifting off.