Hetalia x Male Reader - One Shot Book

Dear Fellow Traveller - Germany/Prussis

I didn't write this all, my cousin did part of it and its cringy, kinda.

=Lets start=

+Narrators Pov +

      The male ran across the darkened street, void of lampposts and light, stumbling like a shadow. The ghost of a man tripped over his own  two feet, falling down quicker and quicker with every drop. Moonlight barely lit up the Victorian streets, thatched roof houses and cobble streets shot past him as he ran. The small bag hung off his shoulder like a dead weight, filled with bread and stolen goods, a thin article of clothing and a notepad. He'd lost the pencil that went with it a long time before.
     Then he heard it, the stampede of running boots against cobble and batons at their side, two policemen. Of course the runaway criminal couldn't keep up his pace, not with the amount of stumbling and tripping he was doing, and definitely not in the rain. The last thing he could do to save his skin would be to hide, lie, or plead for his life, either way he'd be ratted out. So he stopped running, standing tall in the middle of the road, rain beating down upon his already soaked body, hair dripping water against his face. And behind him he heard the foot-falls' stop too.
     The h/c haired male turned around slowly, head hung down in defeat and eyes trained to the ground.

"M/n, you'll be coming with us now, again. "

"I'd guessed so much, y'know." The criminal mumbled, flicking his hair out of his eyes again.

"Aye, aye, aye, no backchat dude, the awesome me didn't chase you for this bullshit."

     Mumbling incoherent things under his breath he let out a sigh of distaste as he watched the large, blond male walk calmly behind him, whacking his back, albeit a bit gently, with the baton to force him to walk to the police station.

" Come on you two, enough, let's get going before Rhoderich gets all pissy."

"You don't have to fucking prod ne with your goddamned stick y'know,"

"Shut up, get going before it gets too late,"

     The walk to the police station consisted of mainly the white haired one 'seducing' any pretty ladies he saw along the way and m/n complaining about being taken to the police because he was only a 'little bit of a criminal'.
   
"I don't see why I'm being taken in, I do anything bad, "

"You stole food from Mr. Braginski, the Baker, that's a criminal offence."

"So what Bruder, Ivan's an asshole."

     The short walk to the station was suddenly over when they pulled up to the doors, Ludwig went to open them first, knocking on them then going to push them open. There was no response though, and the rain outside was becoming increasingly worse, so they had in the end no other choice.

"M/n, you're coming home with us tonight... again,"

"Why do I have to go with you, seriously, your work fuckin' sucks if no one's there after midnight."

"Oh yay, our little criminal will have to spend the night with us again, unless, he doesn't want to, we could always just leave him here until the morning."

"humph, fine, I'll come with you, only this once."

(The end)

I didn't write this, my cousin did, btw this is crying af.