Hetalia One-Shots

Moving On (Part 2 Finale)

(This might be the Final part but if you guys want more then I can make more. Just tell me!)
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Luna: Now I may or may not ship this

Ender: This is something I ship more than DenNor.

Luna: Is there going to be any form of red?

Ender: For the last time Luna, this is supposed to have some form of moving on. Maybe, if this is the finale anyway. We'll have to see what the readers want.

Luna: you're no fun~!

Ender: That’s what i'm here for. Anyways, enjoy!

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(My little Norge P.O.V)

I was currently waiting for all the nations to leave. The other ‘Nordics’ had already made their way to our car, going to wait until I was done with my ‘business’. I sat in my chair, watching my two magic friends, Arthur and Vladimir, stay back as the others left the room. We all stared at each other, slightly uncomfortable after our fight 6 months ago when a spell went terribly wrong. “So. How have you guys been?” Romania asked timidly, backing up as tension between me and England grew. We were fully aware that Vlad had nothing to do with our mistake since he had full control of his magic. “I would be better if Lukas would admit it was his fault that our spell was ruined.” Arthur hissed stubbornly. If there was anything that made me like Arthur even a little bit, it would be his stubbornness. Or his personality all together. I couldn't have a crush on him. I wouldn't, no couldnt have the same thing that happened to Matthias happen to anyone else. My heart sunk in despair and grief as I remembered the first ever person I loved have his life leave his eyes. I had taken control of what was the remains of Denmark and let nature take its course as ruins were overgrown with grass, vines, and other shrubbery. I had isolated myself away from everyone else, the only sign i was alive being my prospering country. Today was the first time I made contact with anyone but my boss refused to let me miss another world meeting. I sighed and ran my hand through my hair, keeping my scarred eye (a wound inflicted upon himself) in hiding. “Fine. It was my fault.” I murmured, already knowing how they would react. Vladimir would be slightly confused and happy while Arthur would feel triumphant. What I wasn't expecting, were the shocked and worried glances sent in my direction or the other nations walking through the door and cornering me in. “Lukas. Why did you do it?” Sealand, who became a full nation after my Danish lover passed, asked quietly. I panicked a little inside as the thought struck me that this wasn't a normal meeting but a decoy to lure me out for questioning and my boss had been involved all along. “Do what?” I asked simply, my gaze wandering around the room for any way to escape. “Why did you lock yourself away? We could've helped you.” Iceland said softly as he stepped closer. My little brother rarely ever showed emotions, taken after me I suppose, but when he did and they were negative like sadness, it hurt my heart. I looked away, not wanting to face the worried and pitied looks. “I wanted to be alone and I don't need your help. Im perfectly capable of looking after myself.” “The razors and diary i found in your suitcase tell a different story brother.” I stiffened as the others eyes widened in realization and horror as what Emil just said sunk in. “Y-you’re…” England choked out, tears filling his eyes with Romania. “Self-harm? If you want to call it that. I consider it a way to escape the world, even for a tiny bit.” Iceland and Finland pulled me into a hug, crying into my shirt as I confirmed what they were hoping wasn't true. “I need to talk to you Lukas. Alone.” Arthur murmured sadly, grabbing my arm gently and dragging me into a seperate room, only adding in the last part as Iceland took a step forwards. As the door closed, the British man pulled me into a passionate kiss. I melted into it until I realized what was going on and pushed him away. “I-I cant.” I stuttered, looking away until England pulled my head back around. “Norway. Matthias wouldn't want you to dwell on him for forever. Let me help you.” Arthur murmured, pulling me into a gentle kiss that I didn't pull away from. When we finally separated, tears refused to fall from the corners of my eyes. “I don't want you to be hurt. I already lost Denmark. I can't lose you also.” I mumbled as Arthur pulled me into a tight embrace. “I won't ever leave you Lukas. I've cared about you for a long time. I love you with all my heart and I promise that you won't need to worry about me being hurt. I only have one question, Lukas Bondevik, will you be my boyfriend?” I hesitated before agreeing to date my magic, formerly known as, friend. I yawned as my sleep deprivation caught up to me and England laid me down gently on the bed. “Goodnight Lukas.” Arthur said softly, kissing me on the forehead as my eyes closed and I fell into the first blissful sleep I've had in awhile.