Hetalia x PrisonerMaleReader x 2p Hetalia AU -Special-

(M/n)'s past

ALFRED POV

I moved my hands around (M/n)'s waist and hugged him back. He kept on repeating "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!". Tears fell from his eyes. He looked heartbroken, but why? I should be the one crying, I should be the one repeating "I'm sorry" for beating someone as sweet as him up.

"W-Why are you crying and hugging me?", I asked.

"I-I f-feel so bad for y-you!", He answered while sniffling. "I k-know how you're f-feeling!".

"Now that you mention it? You said your mother made you said....How come?", I asked, getting curious.

"O-Oh....", he looked down, sadness clear in his eyes.

"I-It's a hard subject. Hehe....", he continued.

(ANOTHER STORY TIME BITCHASSS) 3RD POV

A young little boy was running through the halls with his parents watching happily. It was Christmas morning and he couldn't wait to see with Santa brought him. He fell a few times but that didn't stop him from rushing to the living room.

"(M/n), be careful!", his mother yelled at him. Not angrily, but amused. It's quite adorable seeing her little boy rushing through the halls, still in his underwear. She ran after him with her husband following after her. She must admit, (M/n) is pretty fast for such a young boy. She couldn't even see him anymore. She could still hear his giggles, though.

After a while, the married couple made it to the living room. The first thing they saw was (M/n) sitting in front of the Christmas tree tearing the gifts open like a maniac. A cute maniac.

"Mommy! Daddy! Look at what Santa got me!", he yelled excitedly while holding up a little plushie of himself. 

"Look! There's also a plushie of you, mommy! Oh, and also of you, daddy!", you could clearly hear that the young boy was excited.

"Hehe, calm down, (M/n).", his father said, amused. He sat next to his son, in front of the Christmas tree. While his wife smiled sadly at them. Oh, how much she'd love to stay with them....

The whole day was full of fun and laughter. After a while, it was nighttime. 

"Now, (M/n). It's bedtime.", the young woman said to her child.

"Awwww.....", the little boy looked sadly to the ground. He didn't want to go to bed.

"Come on, get to bed or do I have to get the closet monster?", his father asked. Honestly, (M/n) had never seen the 'closet monster' before. But his father did tell him some stories which makes him have the feeling that he doesn't even want to see the 'closet monster'. He ran as fast as he could to his bedroom. His parents laughed a bit.

The young man sat on the couch looking at his wife with lust. He patted the place next to him, gesturing for the young woman to sit down. Which she gladly did. The man placed his hand on her thigh and looked her straight in the eyes. 

"It's Christmas night. The perfect time, don't you think?", the man said with a smirk.

"H-Honey, just let me u-umm get something from our bedroom....", the woman said.

"What for? It's not like we're going to do it on the couch.", the man asked confused.

"I-I want it to be a surprise....When I call your name, you can come.", the woman said. The young man was a little wary but he nodded anyway. With that, the woman left to go to their shared bedroom. Indeed, it was the perfect night.....For her to do what she's been longing for.