The World Turns (Hetalia x reader oneshots)

Dolls (Iceland x Best Friend! reader)

'Why in the word do I still have this?'

Emil was not the type to really go to garage sales, but recently found himself browsing around one in particular. He was walking around one afternoon trying to calm a recent migraine that came from his house mates, and stumbled upon an estate sale in a nearby neighborhood. The young teen was desperately eager to buy time away from his house mates with a shortage of Advil, so he decided to poke around and see what was going on. He felt somewhat out of place there, mostly older people were looking to buy things, but he was desperate from some time and his awkward teen like personality was not getting in the way of this peaceful time alone! It was just him, and the polite, quiet, and elderly shoppers around him. Emil was not really interested in most of the things there, it was mostly old china and antique furniture, but then he stumbled upon her.

On the table was an ordinary looking porcelain doll. He had no idea why he was drawn to it, or why he stopped in the first place, but something seemed to draw him near. As I said before, the doll looked ordinary. She was around a foot tall, had (hair length), (hair color) hair and glassy (eye color) eyes. Fitting towards the older time she was most likely made, she was wearing a blue dress and bows in her hair, she looked generally average.

(This is what you look like fam)

As mentioned before, average. 

Our favorite silver haired teen was looking at the doll for a few minutes, and the person hosting the sale notice his interest. The teen only noticed the middle age woman when he was tpped on the shoulder. Emil noticeably flinched, but calmed himself when he saw it was just the woman who was running the sale.

"I see you have taken interest in (name) here."

"U-um, yea, I guess." Emil replied awkwardly. 

The woman laughed at his uneasy response. "It's fine, I know this is probably something you are not approached about."

Emil nodded. "Yea.... I just wanted to get out of the house because my family is loud and there was no Advil."

The woman nodded. "Yes, when Anne was still alive, the house was typically loud and caused me many migraines. I definitely know the feeling."

Emil noticed the change of mood from the discussion about 'Anne', so he decided to excuse himself.

"Well it was nice meeting you, but I have to get going-"

Just as Emil was about to turn around, the woman grazed his shoulder. Picking up the doll known as (name), she handed her to him.

"Take her."

Emil being the awkward teen he was, tried to deny. "Oh no that's okay-"

"Anne would have wanted you to have her, she was a kind mother to me. Just, please."

"O-Okay then. well I have to go, nice meeting you."

And just like that, Emil got more than he bargained for.

-T-H-E-W-O-R-L-D-T-U-R-N-S-

After getting said doll up to his room somehow without attracting attention to himself because Matthias was drunk again, he notice strange things happening. He had strange dreams about a small girl being awfully familiar with him, small things like his bow tie would be moved around, and he often heard rustling behind him when he was playing Halo. Unlike other horror movies, he noticed immediately that all this started to happen after (name) was brought into his life. So obviously he got stuff like dousing rods and holy water, plus he started to have conversations with the doll just to try and keep it happy.

He often talked to the doll about normal day stuff he encountered with his family, and often ranted about Matthias's drunkenness and Lukas's want for him to be called big brother. The Icelandic teen knew this was strange, but he was roped into this and actually kind of liked it. Haunted or not, he liked the feeling of ranting to something he thought was listening. (Name) had become one of his best friends, and he was completely fine with the somewhat secret relationship. She had made herself a small home sitting on his vanity next to his hair brush. 

However, Emil's older brother Lukas often passed by his room at one thirty in the morning and heard muffled talking coming from his younger brother's room. H knew that Emil could be quite a night owl, but he was somewhat timid and did not have too many close friends, and certainly none that he would feel comfortable talking to at one am in the morning. He also noticed his brother was happier as of late. Deciding to investigate, Lukas ventured into his younger brother's room only to find a porcelain doll on his vanity like no big deal. At the time Emil was with Leon doing whatever teens do for fun these days, so Lukas had plenty of time to talk to the doll. He knew this was it because he could tell the doll had some type of spirit within it from the get go. 

Using spooky practices he had picked up from the past dealing with spirits and ghost, he sat himself down and had a chat with this doll his brother had.

"I understand you have been talking to my brother  as of late, may I ask of what?"

To his surprise, a teenage girl's voice filled his head. Usually the spirits that inhabit dolls like this are older or younger. Nevertheless, she spoke to him. 

'Everything. His everyday life mostly. He sometimes uses dowsing rods to ask questions though.'

Lukas nodded like it was another casual conversation. "Yes, what may I call you?"

The doll replied. '(name)'

"Okay (name), tell me a bit about your past life."

'I was about sixteen when I died. I died in the late eighties, I like to draw and love Queen'

The Norwegian nodded once more, interested in the topic known as this doll's story. deciding to move to his room for a longer and undisrupted conversation, the conversation continued there for several hours. Lukas had concluded that she was an awkward and young teen that happened to die too soon. Emil feels comfortable around her because of her similar aura from being a teen just starting to grow up. It was especially interesting to hear about the life of someone from that era so clearly. After around two hours however, you could hear someone in the other room obviously looking for something. The conversation continued until Emil's search led up to Lukas's room, to which he opened the door to find his brother sitting on his bed next to (name) saying the most beautiful of phrases.

"Tell me about it girlfriend, Becky sound terrible, especially if she killed you like that

......

She did it with drain cleaner, why?

........

Honey, who mistakes coffee with drain cleaner?

........

And she faked your suicide? Damn, you have a rough past life, oh hey Emil."

The silver haired teen was very confused.

"What are you doing with (name)?"

"Introducing myself."

"Why?"

"Because we have a new member of the family and you had yet to introduce me. I hope you are planning to keep this a secret so someone can take rants when we run out of Advil on Friday nights."

And that is where the adventure began with Emil's strange best friend, and his brother as a communicator.