Hetalia X Reader One Shots Requests Open

Loved and Safe (Romano x Reader)

Reader POV

    You tossed your phone on the bed, a sob escaped your chapped lips. What had you done?
    God, you was such an idiot!
    Your (e/c) eyes rolled up to the popcorn ceilings. "Why!? Why did you make me such an idiot!?" You screamed to whatever god was listening to your pitiful life.
    Tears leaked from your eyes, tears you furiously wiped away. All you had tried to do was help them.
    "Stay out of people's businesses, (y/n)." You mumbled.
     Your two friends and only friends, Lovino and his little brother Feliancio had gotten into another fight. One over the younger Italian's new friend, a German named Ludwig.
    You, being the utter diplomat you were, had tried to reason with Lovino when his little brother had come to you in tears.
    The older Italian that you happened to harbor a crush on hadn't taken to your reasoning very well.
    That was why you were currently crying. You were afraid you had lost him, one of the biggest reasons you were even sitting there. He got you through your mother's suicide only a year earlier, but everything you had built to keep yourself in one piece was threatening to crumble.
    *You stupid ragazza!* Lovino had screeched over the phone. *Stay out of this. None of this concerns and idiota like you!!*
    His words played like a broken record.
     Suddenly the door burst open and there stood your very drunk father who glared at your tear stained face.
    When he lifted his arm to throw the bottle, you knew you were in trouble.

Lovino's POV

   I carefully set the phone down, cold hard realization hitting my gut even as my little brother stared at me from the opposite couch.
    What had I done...?
    "Lovi?" Feliciano said hesitantly. "Why would you-a day that to-a ____?"
     I shook my head, my eyes still one the phone as my heart rate slowed from the anger that coursed through my veins and then speed back up in fear. I grabbed the phone again and dialed her number.
     It rang.
     And rang.
     And rang.
     And rang.
     And ra- "Hi, it's __-"
     "____!" I am so sorry ragazza! I don't kn-"
     "-I'm most likely busy with my two best friends in the world, Lovi and Feli, so I can't come to the phone right now. Leave a message!" Her prerecorded voice finished.
    My heart fell.
    I tried again.
    And again.
    I looked up at Feli who was calling her phone too, his innocent expression showing true panic.
    Standing up, I shoved the phone in my pocket and made my way out the door and to my car.

Reader's POV

    You lay on the cold, indifferent wooden floor, unmoving as your father went to answer the door.
    Vaguely you could hear Livino's muffled voice speaking with your father's.
     You laid there, unable to cry out or move. Only tears slipped from your eyes to mix with the blood pooling on the floor.
     The door closed along with your only hope. Loud thuds that vibrated through the old floor boards to jar your head warned you of your father's approach, but there was little to be done but lay there and hope he passed by or ended it all.
    You mentally froze. 'Ended it all.'  You repeated in your head.
    That thought had never crossed your mind before. At least, not the hoping for the shell of a man you used to idolize to finally kill you.
     Killing yourself had been an option you always knew was a strong possibility, but your drunk father actually ending your life was a new one.
    The door swung open. "What have I told you about friends!?" He slurred angrily, his foot connecting with yout ribs, a whimper being forced from your lips along with a bit of blood.
    The next blow left you unconscious.

Lovino's POV

    Days had passed since my biggest screw up. Those days passed with no sign of (y/n).
    Feli blamed me for it, I could see it in his eyes. But I blamed myself too.
    I tried calling her again, but all I got was her stupid voicemail. Was she avoiding me?
    "I am so sorry ragazza, I swear. Please... please answer me. I need to know you're okay. I-I understand if you hate me... but please just let me know you're okay." I hung up the voicemail, my voice cracking by the end.
    How could I have been so stupid as to yell at the girl I loved!? I growled, about to throw the phone at the opposite wall in anger when it buzzed in my hand.
    I looked down at it for a few seconds before running out of the house in a panic.

Reader's POV

    When you came to you was alone.  Your body screamed in protest at any attempt at drawing in oxygen or sitting up.
     Your sparse room was dark, letting you know it was late or very early and your father should have been asleep. You heard a quiet buzz from behind your head and up on the bed. Slowly your mind registered that it must have been your phone.
     You forced yourself up on your hands and knees, biting your lip to stop the scream as you shifted your ribs. Tears made it so hard to see.
    Your hand fumbled around until it wrapped around the phone and brought it to you. You could see thirty missed calls from Lovi and twenty five from Feli as well as countless text messages.
    A watery smile formed on your lips as you sent one word to Lovi. *help*
    You slid the phone under the bed before collapsing back on the ground, shivering.
    It felt like life times had passed as your shivering became violent shaking when the door softly squeaked open.
    You twisted your head around to see Lovi staring down at you, tears forming in his eyes.
    Gently he lifted you up and hurried from that godforsaken house. "Why didn't you tell me, ragazza?" He asked softly once he had you in his car, leaning against him for warmth.
    You buried your face in his chest. "I'm not worth the effort and I didn't think you cared..." You mumble.
    Suddenly, your chin was lifted and his soft lips gently landed on your chapped ones, conveying so many emotions with their tender movements.
    "I love you, ragazza. You're worth everything to me."
    You smiled a true smile for the first time in a year. You were loved and safe for the first time in over a year.