Hetalia x Male Reader - One Shot Book

Italy x male reader

a/n: yo guys, I'm finally writing on a pc so there will be spelling errors, sorry. I'm not too sure about the plot of the story so eh, I don't know it will probably be something stupid. Well, have fun reading.

K, it's gonna be a song fic.

Lets start-

There's no time to waste

In this famous goodbye

There's Angels landing on the shore

The bar was swarming with life in the early hours of the day, around 1am, the h/c haired male with the forming bruise on his left cheek took a sip of his seventh bottle of beer. He had been at the bar for around five hours, and in that time gotten into a total of six fights; two of which were with the same man and the other four were with a group of drunks. The various amounts of bruises that littered his skin started to ach but the alcohol in his system, the buzz of energy in the room and the adrenalin coursing through his veins numbed the pain slightly.

So lay down with me

Let the river run dry

It's Sunday in the six-day war

The lonely male yawned, chugging the near full bottle of beer till it was finished, threw the empty bottle in the bin to the side of him, and walked out of the bar after paying for the seven beers and one bottle of whiskey he consumed throughout the night. he let out a sigh, watching his breath evaporate in the cold winter air, strolled back to his shared home, but the high intake of alcohol left him drunk and swaying from side to side.

Smile darling don't be sad

Stars are going to shine tonight

After the prolonged walk home he finally made it to the oversized house, alcohol thick in his breath, he hesitated to enter. His partner would be either angry that he got into a not-so-uncommon bar fight, or worried if he was hurt. M/n preferred the latter. His tired eyes dropped to look at his feet, he moved his left foot with slight pain, someone with high heels stepped on hid left foot. He went to bend down but immediately regretted the decision, a hiss of pain left him as he stood back up, he never learnt. The male opened the door with slight inconvenience then after that pulled his feet out his tattered shoes. He then rid himself of the hoodie he was wrapped in, he was too tired to care as he dropped the article of clothing to the ground, trying to make as little noise as possible. M/n walked to the bathroom on the first floor of the shared home, stripping and taking a quick shower, he ended up putting soap in his hair.

He also didn't dry off properly but grabbed a shirt that was left laying on the sink and putting that on, it was too big for him and sagged down past his thighs. in his drowsy state he walked into a wall and fell in the shower. M/n slept on-or off, the couch. he awoke on the floor.

Tell me where the good men go

Before I wash away

Walk me down the old brick road

So I can die where I met you

Hold me like we're going home

Turn your tears to rain

Bury me beautiful

Heaven knows how I loved you

It was 8am when he woke later that morning, the bruises formed and aching, he sighed, the world was spinning around him. He let out a whine of agitation and pain, lifting his arm to lift himself off the ground but failing.

"Serves you right, m/n, you were out all night, you twat."

He mumbled to himself, words slurred and drawn out. closing his eyes to try to stop the pain as the hangover invaded his head. He started to get up, and upon successfully doing so he held his head in pain, but falling over again and letting out a groan.