Fictional Character X Reader Oneshots

Hetalia preferences- Who they were.

I'm so sorry if these preferences get a little preferences. Also. These ideas are not mine I found an image on Pinterest that gave me the idea to expand them a little.
Also a little WARNING a lot of stuff is mentioned: drug abuse, mental illness and eating disorders to name a few. If you are sensitive to things like this please do not read.
-Jadieelynchx

England
We were walking along a street late at night, on our way back from a date at a restaurant when I heard something down an alleyway. Arthur immediately jumped in between me and the foreboding looking street. "Calm down Arthur. Probably just some junkies doing a deal and thinking we were police. Let's just get home." He sighed and pulled me faster towards my house. Not saying a word.
When inside we curled up on the sofa, put on a good film and wrapped ourselves in blankets. "A-Arthur? Are you okay?" I asked tentatively. "You haven't said anything since the walk home." He looked across at me, his face white as a sheet.
"You know who I am right?" He asked.
"Yes. You're Arthur." I smiled.
"No. I mean. What I am."
"Oh. You're England. Well the personification of it anyway. You cannot die unless your country does. Something I'd rather not think about. As you will stay as you are while I grow old and die." I looked down at the blankets.
"I have died. Once." I looked up at him. His green eyes, filled with tears. "I-I was an addict. I died of an overdose of helucinagenic drugs. I never wanted to tell you but seeing that today. I don't know. It brought it all back."
"That's.. That's why you can see those magical creatures. I mean I know they're there but it must've done something so that you can see them. Arthur. It's okay. I don't love you any less. In fact I'd rather you be honest with me. Tell me more. About you as a country. I want to know as much as possible." I sat smiling. He picked his head up, a small smile forming at the corner of his lips.
"You want to know?"
"I do Arthur. Tell me everything."

America
"Ugh." I groaned turning side on in the mirror. "I'm looking a little podgy. Maybe I should go on a diet." I mumbled poking my own stomach. As i was about to pull on a shirt a pair of warm arms wrapped tight around my lower abdomen.
"Never ever say that about yourself. Ever. Please. Don't fall into the trap of thinking that you're fat." He spoke into my ear. "Believe me. I've been there." His voice was low. Almost a whisper. I turned to look at him.
"Alfred?"
"We're not all just born into nations. We were once people, people who had died." He looked away. "I died as an anorexic teen. So please. For the love of God! Do NOT fall into the same trap I did!" He cried. "Love yourself as much as I love you." He spoke, gently kissing my cheek.
"Okay Alfred. Don't worry. I was merely thinking I needed to do more exercise." He tensed up a little. I wrapped my arms around him. "Al. Relax." He relaxed a little. "How else am I gonna be able to keep up with you? You bloody run everywhere." I spoke laughing slightly. Causing a smile to form on his face.

Germany
"Hey. Ludwig?" I spoke as we laid curled up on the sofa.
"Ja?" He answered shifting so that he was sat up slightly and pulled me up accordingly.
"What was your past like?"
"Vell. As jou know I don't remember much of my early childhood. But. I had another past. Before I vas Germany, I vas a normal person. Just like you."
"Like me? You could age properly? You could die?"
"Ja. And I did die." He looked down at me. I covered my mouth in shock. I don't really know why I was shocked I guess I just didn't want to think of my Ludwig ever dying. "I vas a victim of memory loss. I died in a coma. A rather peaceful death when I think about it." He paused. "Zhats probably vhy I can't remember my childhood. Like a side effect of my death."
"I guess you could put it that way. You don't sound sad about your death though." I asked entwining my fingers in his large ones.
"I have been at peace with it for a vhile now. Ja. It's a life I never had. But I have zhis life now. I have jou. Ve must look forward and not dwell in zhe past." He smiled slightly.
"Well then I'll try and make this life as fun, as full and as good as I can. I love you Ludwig."
"I love you too. Thank you Y/N. For understanding me."

Italy
"Missing man found dead in the forest. Police have confirmed a suicide." I read the headlines of the paper aloud as Feli cooked pasta. I looked at him as he shivered. "Someone step on your grave Feli?" I smiled.
"No. Just remembering something." He spoke, not looking up from the boiling pot in front of him.
"Was it the headline? Horrible isn't it? I'm sure his family is devastated. In some ways a murder would've been easier to deal with." I continued looking for a better story in the paper.
"It was how I became who I am." Italy spoke, his hair hanging in front of his face covering it from view. "To become what we are we must die. I was a depressed man, I hated life. I died through suicide." He still didn't look up. I threw the paper away and hugged my small Italian.
"Oh Feli. I'm sorry. You don't have to talk about it. I can see it hurts. Here. You sit down, I'll make pasta." He sat at the table in our kitchen-diner as I finished and served the pasta.
"You don't need to worry about me. I am fine now. I have you, and Ludwig, and my brother."
"It's okay. I know. We won't talk about it though."

Romano
We lay in the sun in the park, the light breeze in the trees, birds singing, kids playing in the play area. I sat up and watched, happy, carefree children. Not a care in the world. "Say? Lovino? You ever think about having kids?" He turned his head away.
"No."
"Why not? I'd love kids." I asked leaning over him.
"That's great for you. I don't." He turned away. "I died, as a child, before I was born in fact. Before I became this. A stupido country! So there. That's why I don't want kids! I can't imagine what the woman who had to give birth to a dead child thought! I couldn't ever risk that with you!"
"For one. Lovino. You're not stupido. And another, I'm sorry. I won't bring it up again." He turned to me.
"You'd find out some day. Better now from me than that idiot Spain or my stupido brother."
"It's okay. How about we go home then? I'll cook for you and we can just watch some TV. Yeh?"
"Ci. Grazie bambino."
"You're welcome Lovi."

Russia
"Ivan. How does one become like you? A country personification thing?" He looked at me. A deadpan face.
"You die. You live a life or part of a life and then you die. I don't know who decides you deserve a second chance in life but they obviously take pity on is because some of us come from pretty horrific backgrounds."
"What about you? If you don't mind me asking." He turned back to face the fire.
"Me? I died in a mental institution. I was schizophrenic." He sighed. "Could've been worse da? Some of the others had much more painful deaths."
"But still. It's not a nice way to go." I shuddered.
"No. But this life is much better. I have a second chance. I mean look, I'm sat in my own home, I have my sunflower greenhouse in my garden and I have you. What more could a person want?" He smiled.
"That's a great way to look at it." I walked over, sitting on his lap. "I'll try to make sure this life is the bestest you could ever have." He laughed.
"That's not even a word sunflower."
"It is now. Shut up."
"Okay okay. It is, because you're the bestest."

Spain
Sadly Spain wasn't written about so I'm picking someone different. Hope that's okay.

Finland (cos he's the sweetest lil bean).
"Come on Tino! We gotta go play in the snow!" I laughed pulling him out.
"Y/N! You need to wrap up. You'll catch your death." He handed me a coat, scarf and gloves. "I did." He muttered.
"What?" I asked.
"What?" He responded.
"Tino. You can't hide anything from me." No response. "Tino Vainamoinen." He looked up at me. "What did you say."
"Fine. Before I became Finland.. I was a normal Finnish guy. A Finnish guy who got winter depression. A Finnish guy who couldn't take it anymore. A Finnish guy who laid down in the snow bare chested." As he spoke he pulled off his top revealing huge scars of cold burns. "A Finnish guy who died of hypothermia." He looked down at the floor. I placed a hand on his small chest, he jumped beneath my touch.
"Tino. I'm sorry." He looked back up at me.
"It's okay. I just get so scared that people will end up like I did when they go out without being wrapped up. I'd hate to see you even ill from the cold."
"I'm sorry Tino."
"You weren't to know." He adjusted the hat on my head and zipped up his coat. "Are we gonna go out there or not?" He laughed.

Hope this was okay. A bit different from usual. The others should be up soon. Still a bit annoyed about Spain though.
-Jadieelynchx