(c/n) country name
(y/n) your name
I stepped out the front door. Alright, I know, sounds crappy, but just leave it be, okay? Good. Wait, I didn't introduce myself. My name is (c/n), and I live next to Canada. So, back to the story. I went out for groceries, and I knocked at his door. I heard a groan and stumbling. 'You okay?' He opened the door. His eyes were dull, he hid his arms, and had vague red stains on his jeans. 'Yeah.' He smiled and I looked at him. 'Sure?' He nodded, still with that smile on his face. 'Well, I'm going to the supermarket. Do you need something?' 'No, I'm good.' And again with the smile.
Once I got back from the store, his house was awfully quiet. Oh, well, guess he's just sleeping.
Let's just put this stuff away.
When I'm done, I decide to check on him. Can as well give him that pie I bought. I knock on his door, but I get no response. I knock a little louder. 'Are you in there?' Nothing. 'Canada?' Silence. I walk around the house, and, thank God, there is a door opened a crack. I push against it, and it opens. 'Canada?' I walk to the kitchen and I see something on the floor, probably just a bunch if clothes. Although, the rest of his house is pretty clean... I throw the pie on the table and walk towards the mess. Then I see something. A spark of light. That's... weird... I pick it up, and I immediately drop it. Oooh, my God. I pick it up, carefully, and look at it. It's a five centimeter long knife, with something red dripping down its blade. Blood. I look at the clothes, and back at the knife. Clothes, knife. Clothes, kni-. I drop the knife and fall on my knees, next to the mess. I extend my shivering hand, and touch his shoulder. 'M-Matthew?' I feel him shudder. Then I look at his arm and gasp. All I can see, is blood that is flooding out of a cut in the length of his arm. I check his other arm, and that's the same. I look for a first aid-kit. When I found one, I bandaged his arms, and waited till he woke up.
A few hours later
I hear a breathy groan. I open my eyes, and look at him. 'Matthew?' His eyes open a little bit more at the sound of his name. 'Can you hear me?' His now open eyes widen as he says me. '(C-c-/n-n-n.' 'Yes?' He tries to push himself up, but he has no more strength in his arms. 'What are y-y-you doing here?' 'Came to help you, of course.' He looks at me in pure disbelief. 'Me?' 'Of course.' I hug him softly. 'Wanna know why?' I feel him nod. I look at him and plant a kiss on his lips. 'Because I love you and can't live without you.' I lay my head on his chest, and I close my eyes. 'I love you, too, (y/n).'
Soooooooooooooo...
This was my first one-shot ever, and I think I didn't do a very good job *cough* terrible job *cough*.
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Hetalia One-shots
FanfictionWelcome! To my one-shots. I usually write with a lot of humor, so you can expect that. Also, this will be a book where you, the reader, or the country, will have at least one physical (like blindness), mental (like schyzophrenia) or social (like aut...
