Hetalia Oneshots

[ℝ] Belarus x Male! R - No More A Goner

A/N (PLEASE READ)

Trigger warnings!! Please don't read if you're sensitive to such things or if you're suffering depression or anything similar.

If you're feeling such things, please talk to someone or call a suicide helpline!

Take care of yourself <3 

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Requested by juridyll

You tiredly trudged up the lonely stairs of your school. The sun was setting, and almost everyone had gone home. As far as you knew, you were the only one who still hadn't left.

Upon reaching the open roof, you gazed at the magenta colored clouds and the setting sun. Reaching into your pant pocket, you took out a note, which was a letter you decided to write to this damned world before you left.

You pulled out a rock from your other pocket and setting the paper down on the clean floor, you put the rock over it.

Lifting your gaze yet again to the beautiful setting sun, you slowly walked to the barricades of the roof, heart pounding in your chest. Just a fall away, and you would be whisked away to eternal sleep.

This is what you wanted, yet somewhere, you felt a little uncertain and afraid. You shook your head, ignoring those pricking feelings. Fear is for the weak, and you considered yourself brave.

Unfortunately, you were brave enough to kill yourself, but not to face your problems.

Regardless, this is exactly what you wanted. Your life was in shambles up to this point, and living and struggling didn't seem to work. Every passing day made you weaker, and weaker until you couldn't take it anymore.

Just as you maintained your balance on the barricades, you took a deep breath, closed your eyes, and prepared yourself.

"Tch." Someone clicked their tongue loudly.

You quickly turned around, wondering who had interrupted. Right behind you was a girl with platinum blonde hair held back with a blue headband, beady blue eyes, paper-white skin, and a frown. Her hair and skirt fluttered with the breeze as she looked at you boldly.

You recognized her as Natalya Arlovskaya, a doll from Belarus. She was very popular among other guys for her beauty despite the frown she wore on her face.

"So you're going to kill yourself, huh?" she asked.

"Well yeah. With this trash life I've got, what other choice do I have?" you laughed.

"Go die then." She said as she walked near the barricade and leaned her arms on it, "Weaklings like you can't deal with life when the idea of 'survival of the fittest' still persists."

"That's true, I admit." You agreed, nodding with a smile, "I've always considered myself a worthless weakling."

"Continue being one even after you die." She spat, "You'll sure have fun doing that."

"Yeah, of course." You stood up straight and looked straight at the disappearing sun.

"So, you're going to fall now?" she asked.

"Yeah, right after this."

"Do it then..." She provoked, and you gulped.

Just as soon as you leaned forward just one degree, she firmly grabbed you by the shirt and threw you down on the floor of the roof. You looked at her, confused.