Hetalia x Male Reader - One Shot Book

Francis - Parachutes

A/n: hello humans it is me, I'm back, well here you go, this will be really bad probably, but eh. You guys need to request stuff please, this is to anyone who reads this. Welp, anyway on with the story.

~ lets start @

(Narrators POV)

The young male, around his early twenties, pulled the clips of the parachute harness tight around his chest, in a rush to evacuate the area he was quickly running out of time. The scars on his back that had not even began to heal were rubbed raw against the fabric of the harness, as he didn't have a shirt, he of course not given one as he was a prisoner of war, and had been for the last year, presumed dead. His once well fitted trousers were loose and baggy on him, falling down slightly from his waist, in a spike of courage he was able to knock out most of the enemy that were holding him captive, see they were on a plane at this time and were flying over Germany, y/n had seen this as an escape. His body was trying to heal itself, he was internally injured and had bruises over his body and whip marks scattered his back as blood dripped from them. The pilots didn't know of Y/ns escape and so continued to fly the plane to wherever they were headed, he looked out the window and saw a confusingly similar city, it was a city that he knew, when he looked closer, it took him a minute but he finally remembered. It was Germany.

y/n, as quickly as he could, near ripped out the door of the plane, the nights sky was lit up with the moon, as the plane had flown a little past the town or city, y/n couldn't tell, they were now above a forest which in that forest, there was a medium sized house, Ludwig's house. In a rush of adrenalin, y/n jumped out and fell for a few seconds, his heart was beating out of control and his now longer hair was flying around him, as quick as his mind let him think he grabbed the trigger that set off the parachute. As the parachute opened, y/n started to feel dizzy, sick almost, he didn't feel it when his body smashed to the ground, but a few minutes after, he tried desperately to lift his body from the ground. He was in too much of a reverie that when he got out from under the parachute he didn't notice how sickly he was, how tired he was or how the wounds still bled crimson.

He ripped the harness off his body, and ran, he ran wherever he could, running away. When running he stumbled, he fell forward, and he grazed his shoulder against the ground, a small yelp emitted from him, footfalls were heard in the distance, the c/n tried to lift himself up quickly but failed as he heard a strong voice echo just behind him.

"Who are jou!?"

"G-Gil- Gilbert?"

"Y/N?"

A groan resounded as the y/n struggled to get up again, whimpering as he felt the other male lift him up off the ground. In an almost flash, the wounded male was bought inside the house, and sat in a chair whimpers left him as he felt his body knock into the back of the chair. A worried look came from the Prussian as his long lost friend whimpered, it was crazy how they both knew each other just from the sound of their voices.

" Y/n, Francis has been so worried, vhere were you, are jou okay, ve thought jou vere dead?!"

"I - I'm fi-fine, will ex-plain late-r"

His sentence was cut short as he fell unconscious, his body dropped off the chair but Gilbert was just quick enough to catch him. A gasp left Gilbert as he saw the state of the youngers back, his once thought dead friend was now laying near dead in his arms with hundreds of burn, whip and knife marks on his back. He quickly got to cleaning the wounds, he then tied the others hair up and continued to clean the other up, getting the dirt off his broken body and changed his clothes.

After Gilbert put y/n down to rest on the sofa he called Francis up, demanding that he must come over immediately.

~ Time skip one day ~

Francis knocked on the door, he was cold standing out in the wind of the night. Thudding of feet against the floor was heard as an energetic German ran down the hall, excited to reunite two long lost friends.

"Quickly, Francis, jou von't believe what I found!"

" Is it another bird Gil, I don't want to see another bird mon amis."

"No, no its better."

Francis followed Gilbert down the hall to the lounge where y/n sat bandaging a burn wound on his hand, at the echo of footsteps down the hall, y/n turned toward the door. His breath hitched, both Francis and y/n looked at each other in shock, before the Frenchman ran toward his long lost lover, wrapping his arms around the other.

"Oh my god, y/n, y/n, I thought you were dead. We all did!"

"I-I might as well have been,"

His voice was broken, it was more of a mumble and mismatch of frequency now. He let out a sigh of slight pain as the wounds on his back were touched, Francis heard this and looked down, he gasped quietly before checking the rest of his lovers body for any more injuries.

"Wh-what did they do to you?"

"Heh, I was help captive for near a year, what do you think they would do?"

Y/n was trying to be strong for not only his own sake, but for Francis's, his lover he hadn't seen for years, three to be exact. Y/n was sent to war because of a will his parents wrote back when he was a kid, both of his parents died when he was 4, and so it was said in the will that y/n must be sent to war, to protect his country. You see y/ns parents were strict with him even when he was very young, and they definitely believed in the whole protecting your country malarkey, once y/n was put in the adoption system he was snatched up because he was younger, from this he went to a good school and for most of primary he was bullied. At secondary he was left alone, no one he knew, he started skipping lessons and running away, that was when he met the 'btt', as they liked to call it. He graduated secondary with some of the highest levels for GCSE in the country of Germany that year, he worked for a small time at a bakery down the road, moved into his own home and gained enough money to travel around a small amount of Germany and France. When it came to his 19th birthday he was told that he would have to join the army, he was sent into combat first time round and became one of the best on the field, after a year he went back for Christmas and from then on he was a couple with the marvelous Frenchman, Francis. He was sent back in the Easter of that year and two years later was captured by the enemy, he was tortured and PTSD from the years prior didn't help him get through anything.

And now here he was, on Christmas Eve, sitting with his lover in the lounge of his best friends house after returning from something he will never go back to, hugging his lover, crying because he was finally home.

~Fin~

A/n: hello guys, I'm back hope you liked it as always request and tell me if I need to change anything anyways bye dudes 😊.