2p vs. (Hetalia x Reader)

12-The Note

Hetalia x Reader

Chapter Twelve
The Note

Alfred's eyes widened as he turned the lights on to his house...

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"Hey, Ludwig~" Feliciano sang from on top of the couch, "Vhat do jou vant?" Ludwig asked from the kitchen as he cooked up a special dinner for the members of the G8, who were all to attend later at night.

"Well, I just kind of felt-a so weird, I don't know why but I just felt something." Feliciano giggled, "It's nothing I guess!" Budwig raised a brow as he set the plates on the table, "I suppose zhat is... Different. If jou say it's nothing, zhen I vill believe you, okay?" Feliciano smiled, "Okie Dokie!"

The Italian stood up and ran to his room, "Hm. I wonder what I should wear! Hehe, I bet everyone is going to dress up fancy and cute! Oh! I should help Ludwig pick out an outfit too! We could even match, maybe!" He smiled innocently at the thought as he looked through his suits. "Eh, maybe I should wear something casual though?" He skipped around happily, searching for the best outfit, then a certain one caught his eye, "Si!" He laughed as he took it off the hanger and jumped in front of the mirror. "Magnifico!"

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"What happened?" Alfred asked no one. Then he burst into laughter, "Ahaha, __________, that's great! You can come out now! Your joke was funny, and I get it. You're mad that I left you home alone, I'm sorry, ________." He called out as he walked further into his house. He tossed his book bag onto the couch and stepped over the copious amount of yarn surrounding every inch of his home in strange ways.

There was no answer.

"__-_________?" He repeated a little louder, but still there was no answer. A quick rush of panic quickly covered Alfred. He walked around the house, rushing with every step. "________!" He called out in a panic. Finally, he made it upstairs. The halls were empty and all the lights were off.

"________? Where are you?" He asked gently as he approached a door at the end of the hall. His hand was now on the door knob.

Alfred finally got the courage to open the door, as he did he saw a figure in the bathtub. It was filled with water and steam filled the bathroom. "_______?" He called out once more as he ran beside the large tub.

Inside, was ________. Her hair was loose and down in the hot water, flowing innocently. She floated in the water, almost as if she were dead, and she stared ahead into a blank abyss of nothing. Alfred kneeled beside the bathtub and grabbed one of her hands and shook her, "________? ________! Come on! What's wrong, ________?" He called out like a child begging for attention. Her eyes flutter open as she turns towards him, "Oh... Hi Alfred." Her voice sounds rough, almost different. Alfred's face forms a frown. "What, that's it? Didn't you hear me calling for you?" The young girl's (coloured) eyes turned away and back in front of her. She swallowed, "I'll be honest. I'm not feeling well." Alfred raised a brow, "Do you need to see a doctor?" She smirked, "Not that kind of sick. It's hard to explain." He looked down momentarily, "It's just that he was just here." Alfred tilted his head, "Who?" _______ turned to face him, "Allen."

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"I am honoured that you have allowed me to help you cook tonight's dish, I am sure the others will gladly enjoy it as well." Kiku smiled as he stirred the white rice in the pot. Ludwig nodded, "Ja. Say, Feliciano has been upstairs this whole time, hasn't he?" Kiku kept his eyes on the food, "Yes. I passed him and saw that he was only picking us appropriate outfits today." Ludwig smiled lightly, "So he is. Did you happen to see what he got for me?" He asked. Kiku shook his head, "No, he was still deciding for his outfit when I passed. Ludwig gave a nod, "That's fine. Well, the oven is set, let's get the cake pan in."