Hetalia x Male Reader - One Shot Book

Demons - Gilbert

A/n: this is set in WWII, I hope you like, I will try to not make it sad, I promise, I'm sorry for all the I think sad ones I've written, I lost my best friend to a long battle with tumours and cancer, I think I was just expressing my sadness knowing she was dying and then this week losing her.
Anyway I will write this to try and calm down,hope you like it. :)

~lets start~

Narrators pov-

They say don't let them in
Close your eyes and clear your thoughts again
When I'm all alone, they show up on their own
Cause inner demons fight their battles with fire
Inner demons don't play by the rules
They say "Just push them down, just fight them harder
Why would you give up on it so soon?"

The bombs rattled the ground as they fell hard again the dirt and rock, buildings crumbled and glass shattered. The pair of German soldiers ran across the battle field, gun shots rang out from the other side of no man's land, they kept on running, clothes heavy with rain that pelted down on them, and guns felt like bricks that they were carrying.

A sudden force pushed against the pair as they ran, blood blurred the vision of the younger one, his h/c hair covered his eyes, shielding him as best it could from the horrific scene in front of him. His white haired companions body lay unmoving against the ground. After a minute or so y/n tried to stand, struggling, he quickly stumbled over to his partners body, not hearing the pounding of footsteps behind him, he shook the unmoving figure of his lover. A cry escaped him, his best friend, partner, lover... died.

So angels, angels please just keep on fighting
Angels don't give up on me today
The demons they are there; they just keep fighting
Cause inner demons just won't go away
So angels please, hear my prayer
Life is pain, life's not fair
So angels please; please stay here
Take the pain; take the fear

His wrists were grabbed as he was pulled away, he felt fabric get tied around his hands, like hand cuffs, the English uniform was seen in his line of vision, but he didn't care, he cared about his partner, who's dead.

He tried to speak, tears dripping from his eyes, he ended up yelling at the body, he was pulled toward the enemy's trenches, and he kept yelling, calling for his lover to come back, bombs and bullets flew around his head as he was pulled into the mud.

They say it won't be hard; they can't see the battles in my heart
But when I turn away
The demons seem to stay
Cause inner demons don't play well with angels
They cheat and lie and steal and break and bruise
Angels, please protect me from these rebels
This is a battle I don't want to lose

He was now a prisoner of war, he didn't care, he'd be free soon, although his mind was scrambled he kept on fighting, torture was just something he was starting to get used to. It was only a few months after he was captured that the war ended, he was to be sent back to Prußen, or what was now part of Deutscheland. On the trip back he was not alone, other prisoners that were captured just before or after he was sat shaking and shivering in fear, they were escorted by British and American soldiers back to their homeland.

So angels, angels please just keep on fighting
Angels don't give up on me today
Cause the demons they are there; they just keep fighting
Cause inner demons just won't go away

Some paperwork was needed for the prisoners return to Prußen, it took a week in total, they were sent to a mental hospital to treat the PTSD they had, it was months later when some of their families came for them, usually parents or partners. Y/n was the only one left apart from two elderly soldiers that no one came to 'collect'.

It had been a year since the war ended apparently, y/n still suffered with PTSD and other scars. Shock therapy was recently introduced and y/n turned out to be a test subject for it. After days of relentless 'therapy' y/n was called for by the nurses, he was patched up and given fresh clothes, his old belongings were given back to him as well, then he was told to wait in the hall for the doctors.

Angels, angels please keep on fighting
Angels don't give up on me today
Cause the demons; they are there
They just keep fighting
Cause inner demons just won't go away

His head hurt from it being literally fryied, his back ached from the scars of torture, stomach littered with burn marks and cuts. Y/n didn't understand why he was given clothes or his belongings back, where was he going, was he going where everyone else went, where they went before the war? Where did they go, were they okay?

The doctor walked into the room with a small leather coated booklet in his hand, a pen in the other, and a large white coat covering himself. Upon reflex y/n flinched away from the man as he did to everyone after what he went through. The doctor talked but y/n didn't understand, he listened but didn't know what he was saying, or why he was saying it, the old man motioned for the younger to follow him into the front room, where two men stood. A blonde and a white haired one with a walking stick, y/n looked confused and conflicted for a moment, he knew them, Ludwig and Gilbert, he refrained from showing any emotions, and just watched as Gilbert was sent outside to 'go sit in the car', apparently only the rich had cars.

Y/n saw Ludwig turn and look shocked at the state of his old friend, but he hid it well, turning away and talking to the doctor, he signed a few sheets of paper and showed the man a piece of card with writing on it. They chatted for a minute or so before bidding each other farewell and before he knew it y/n's arm was grabbed and pulled out the door. He was then shoved into the car and heard the door shut quickly, Ludwig was angry or disgusted, y/n couldn't tell right now since he hadn't seen the male in so long it took him a while to understand his emotions again. The blonde sternly told the white haired one to keep looking forward, although he had a blindfold on.

It was around an hour later when the car stopped by a medium house in the woods, it parked and before he knew it y/n was forced out of the car again, bought inside and sat down, before Ludwig left again. He came back with Gilbert and shut the door, he took Gilbert's blindfold off and let him see what he was hiding- who he was, y/n. At a loss for words both stared at each other for a minute before Gilbert ran forward and hugged the other to his chest mumbling 'sorrys' and 'i thought you were dead' into the others shoulder.

So angels please, hear my prayer
Life is pain; life's not fair

They were both glad to see each other again, that all of the good memories of each other near flooded back the them, they almost outshone the depressing time they spent apart, both glad that after so long, everyday spent apart suddenly felt like nothing because they were together, together and they knew that nothing could change that, not now, not ever.

So angels please; please stay here

That night both prayed that they would never have to be apart again, that they'd always be by each other's side, that they'd never have to leave their angels,

So take the pain; take the fear.

-the end-