Dreams Can't Come True- HetaliaxReader- Sequel to My Previous Story!

3 Tired of Dreaming

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(Matthew's POV:)

As Arthur was having a mental breakdown in the employee bathroom while Kiku and Francis try to get him to open up, I was instructed to try to continue to run the place while they try to get the door open. To say I'm worried about the thick-eyebrowed man is an understatement. What happened that made him break down like that??? For goodness sake, he's even throwing up! A few of the customers heard the commotion and tried to ask for details, but I didn't even know how to respond. 'Oh that's okay. One of our employees just randomly burst into panic attack and is now currently locked in the private bathroom while all of our other employees try to talk him out.' Yeah. Not such a great thing to say to customers. So I kept my mouth quiet and gave an awkward smile. "Oh! I honestly have no idea! He must of caught the flu!" I say. The customer only narrows his eyes and sips from his coffee. I sigh and head back to the counter. Lucky for me, it's about the time when things start to slow down for a while before they pick back up at 11. Taking this time, I quickly serve the last few customers and rush back to the others after turning the sign to closing until we're back on our feet.

I set my apron on the counter and quickly walk to where the others were, seeing that Arthur had finally come out of the bathroom. He looked bad. Like, really bad. His hair was tossed around all over the place, his face red and streaked with dried tears, and his eyes were bloodshot from the recent water-works... Francis was sitting next to him with his arm around him, trying to soothe the British man while Kiku was offering him some calming tea. Francis took notice of me and pardoned me in. I crouched near the two of them, Kiku joining us as well.

"Arthur, did you want to tell us what happened?" He asked. Arthur sucked in a deep breath and rubbed his eyes. "It's nothing. I'm probably just going mad." He replied. The three of us shared looks, knowing that he was lying. "Arthur-San, if you don't mind me speaking, I rearry think that you shourd speak your feerings. They herp you to rerax." Kiku places a hand on Arthur's shoulder, showing that he was must definitely concerned for the other nation. Arthur sighed and rubbed his hand through his messed up hair. "You won't believe me at all." He said. We shared another look before replying. "It's okay Arthur. You can speak to us, eh?" I said. We watched he mentally prepared himself and shut his eyes tightly.

"There was a girl in here not too long ago. She looked exactly as (Y/n) did so I happened to get her name and it was the same as (Y/n)'s.... Guys... I really believe that it was her. I don't know how that's possible, or why, I just feel like it was truly her."

Everyone stiffened tightly as the forbidden name was said. We all shared the same cold look in our eyes remembering the kind-hearted girl as Arthur explained his story, but Francis was quickly replaced with pity and sympathy. "Arthur, I know we've had our differences in zhe past, but remember that we here for you whenever you need it. Arthur.... but we all know zhat she is gone now. It's zhe reason we opened zhis place. I think you should head home and rest for a while." The French man said. Arthur nodded his head, a few more tears sliding, and I helped him up. "I could take you home Arthur. If you want." He looked at me and nodded. "Thank You, Mattress." The name he gave me sent me into a small loop but I blew it off. After all, I had much bigger things on my mind.
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As I pulled into his driveway, I put the car into park to allow him to exit, but he stayed and looked over at me with a pleading look on his face. "You don't think I'm crazy, do you Mattress?" I shake my head. "It's Matthew, but no. I don't think you are. A lot of us have been coping with loss in different ways, and all of us are bound to have a whiplash and now and then, eh? So don't think too much aboot it, yeah? I think everyone has had their episodes aboot seeing her again. I know I have." He looked at me with interest. "Have you? Can you tell me about it so I don't feel so insane?" I smiled a little, feeling a little glad that I could help my family member. "Yeah... it was after she left. Everyday I would sit on the park bench from where we first got to meet each other and wait for her to stroll by somehow. I remembered taking the news so hard that sometimes if fall asleep waiting for her. Every time I did that, it only sent me into depression episodes and I'd lock myself away. After Francis finally got me to come back and speak to others again, I'd still frequently visit, but after opening the cafe with you, him, and Kiku, I finally felt like I was able to move on, eh? But I remembered one time I happened to recently pass by the same bench and found a girl sitting on it that looked exactly like her. I was so shaken that I couldn't push myself to ask her to see who she was. But I just had to remind myself of her passing and continued on. I wonder if we happened to run into the same girl by chance? Maybe she just happened to be named (Y/n) as a coincidence?" I said. Arthur nodded his head. "Yeah. Thank you Matthew. I guess I'll head to bed then." "Yeah! And get a lot of rest, eh? We'll come by later tonight to check up on you!" He waved his goodbye and I pulled out of the driveway. Kiku messaged me and told me that the cafe will be closed for the rest of today, so I drive to the old park by the ice skating rink and head towards the old park bench. I don't know why I continue to torture myself, but maybe if I dream hard enough, she'll be there too.

As I find the old park bench, the old ice-cream man still running the same cart, I notice a girl sitting down. Normally, I'd keep walking and give up to go home, but I was so distraught by Arthur's story, I felt like I needed this. It was almost as bad as a habit as smoking to me. I've never picked up a cigarette before in my life, but I feel this is what the addiction would feel like. So as the girl sat on one end of the park bench, I just sit down on the other side, knowing that she's probably not even realize that I'm there. Then again, no one notices me. I look up at the puffy white clouds above and think about Arthur's story. It just had to keep ringing in my brain for some reason. Then, I felt a sudden tapping on my shoulder. I look up, surprised by the sudden contact and notice a pair of familiar looking (e/c) eyes.

"Hi! Sorry for startling you, I just noticed that you happened to drop this." She said. She held up my wallet and on reflex, I dig through my pockets and find them empty. "Oh! Thank you, eh?" She giggles. "No problem!" I finally take notice of the woman before me and remember why I recognized those eyes.

'It's not possible... this can't be happening. I have to be hallucinating. No no no no. Please tell me that my eyes are playing tricks on me!!!'

"Are you okay sir?" She asked. I look into her face and see the same (Y/n) as I did three years ago. It's easy to tell that she's changed in the years, but it was still the beautiful (Y/n) that made it so easy to recognize her. The beautiful hair, the eyes that radiates warmth and love, and a voice so melodic that it makes birds jealous.

"I-I yeah. S-Sorry... you just remind me of someone. What's your name, if you don't mind..." My voice went soft and shy at her and I saw her smile so bright that it could match the sun... "(Y/n)! And yours?" I felt something inside of me break. What was it? My heart? My sanity? Or was it my rib cage from my heart pounding so hard against it? Either way, I felt like fainting.

"Uh, Matthew. Uh, sorry but I best be going, eh? Don't want to stay too late." I quickly get up and rush off before she could say anything and make it to my car. My heart was pounding so hard, I felt like I had just came into contact with a ghost. I quickly grab my phone and speed-dial Francis.

"Bonjour!-"

"Francis. Arthur wasn't lying. I think I just saw (Y/n) again..." I clutched my own head thinking about saying those words.

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"I'm heading to Arthur's now. Meet me there. Now."

He didn't have to tell me twice. I start my car peeling out and speeding down the road. I drove so fast that I didn't realize that tears were starting to find their way down my face. 'Oh (Y/n)... Where did you go?... Was that really you back there?... please, God, anyone... Tell me what happened on that day...'

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I know that it's another really short chapter, I promise that I tried to make it longer, but my mind was drawing a blank. I missed writing about my Mattie boy and really wanted him to play a role, so I promise that every character will get another part before you finally choose your own paths! I know that it's been a little depressing, but I swear that happiness is on its way! I just have to have some build up! Hope you liked the chapter and I'll see you guys tomorrow! -FancyNapkin