Fate's Strings (2p! Hetalia x Reader)

Prologue

"Just exactly how long have you been working at this?" Matthieu spoke as he entered Oliver's study.

The room was bursting with different occult items, ranging from grimoires lined in the bookshelves to strange ingredients for spells in glass cases. Oliver would spend most of his time there when he wasn't baking. 

This was one of the many times he was working at finding a way to get to the dimension of their first players.

Oliver was usually so cheery, but he was currently tapping his foot in frustration. Nothing was working. No matter how many different things he attempted, or how hard he had worked on them, he was no closer to finding the solution to their problem than he was when they had vowed revenge on those first players. They had been abandoned, rejected, thrown into a different dimension because their counterparts couldn't bare to look at their faces, to see the monsters they had created. But for the second players to have their revenge, they needed a way to get back to their counterparts' dimension.

"Since this morning," Oliver let out a sigh, standing from his desk.

"We thought so," Matt replied. "Francois told me to come drag you out so you'll take a break."

"I will," he muttered. "I was beginning to get annoyed. It's better to separate myself for the moment."

"Are you still looking for portals?" Matt asked as the two headed upstairs to the living room.

"I was, but I think it's time to switch tactics," he explained. "I've been so focused on trying to find a way to get to them, but maybe that isn't where we should be starting. I am thinking of looking for something we can use against them."

"A weakness?"

"Something like that, yes," Oliver nodded.

"Do you really think those bastards have a weakness?" Allen had been listening to the two as he lounged on the couch, a baseball game playing on the living room tv in front of him. "And even if they did, how would we use it if we can't even get to them?"

"Swear jar!" Oliver snapped, not in the mood to give him a warning about the constant swearing. "I'm out of options at this point. Looking for a portal all this time hasn't gotten us anywhere."

"It's a waste of time..." Allen muttered, getting up to drop a quarter into the jar on the nearby shelf.

Oliver ignored him. This had to work. They hadn't made any progress on fighting against their counterparts since they had been banished from their dimension. His counterpart in particular, Arthur, had apparently sealed away any possibility of another portal opening. Oliver had thought he could find some way around it, but that was proving to be impossible. Still, they needed something, anything, that could help them.

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(Name) swung open the door to her apartment, letting her backpack drop in the entranceway. After making sure to lock the door behind her, she threw herself onto her bed. The apartment was extremely small. The only room inside of it was the bathroom, the rest of the apartment being a shared space for the kitchen and the area she used as a bedroom. She was a first year college student who was paying for everything on her own, so she didn't have the luxury of getting anything more than that.

It had only been a month since she had started classes, and she was already worn out. Her life consisted of nothing more than school and her part time job. She rarely had any spare time, and when she did, she couldn't even spend it with friends. All of them were back in her home town, or had left for college in other cities like she had. And since she was rather reserved, she didn't have friends from any of her classes yet either. Any free time she had was spent alone with the things she enjoyed, one of those things being her favorite show, Hetalia.