Hetalia X Reader

America X Reader-Innocent

You were in the police station where you were describing a man who had attacked you no less then an hour ago. You minor injuries but luckily nothing serious.

"He had blonde hair" you told the officer "But I couldn't see much else..he was strong" the whole scene had been a blur to you really, so you couldn't remember much about him.

One of the officers, a man with slicked-back blonde hair and blue eyes, was in the room with you "could jou remember him if I show jou a picture of him?" The officer asked.

(Y/N) nodded, it sounded easy enough.

The officer, who you deemed to be German from his accent, laid out five pictures in front of you, all blondes. The one that drew your attention though, was not your attacker, but rather an upset-looking blond-haired blue-eyed male.

His hair looked slightly mussed with a cowlick sticking up in the center of his forehead, and his eyes looked like they should have been full of happiness but rather, he looked like he was going to cry. You couldn't really imagine someone exactly being happy about having their mugshot taken though, but it still seemed a bit excessive. He didn't look like the type to hurt anyone though..

Finally drawing your attention away from the sad male, you looked over the other pictures.

The next was of a male with shoulder-length blonde hair and blue eyes, and a light dusting of stubble on his chin

The next was another blonde male with messy hair and Emerald green eyes, and extremely thick eyebrows that would have made you laugh under different circumstances.

The fourth was almost identical to the last, except his hair looked lighter, and his eyes were bright blue. This one was actually smiling at the camera, giving you a slight shiver.

The last one though, made you jump a bit, not only did you recognize him as your attacker, but he looked to be almost identical to the officer, but with a scar over his eye, which was the color purple.

"That one..." (Y/N) said, sliding the last picture to the officer, who she finally bothered to look at his name tag. 'Ludwig Beilschmidt'

The officer nodded towards her with a "thank you Miss (L/N), you can go home now"

(Y/N) nodded back, standing quickly and making your way out of the room.

// I realize I haven't finished it yet, but I can finish it later, right? I have little motivation I'm sorry.. //