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Hetalia Hitmam x amneisa reader: The Last Tear to Shed

Ch1 Crimson Snowflakes

She laid in the middle of the road. Her eyes slowly closed and opened as she looked up into the midnight sky. The snow slowly fell down onto her figure. She blinked slowly. The world was fuzzy but slowly came back into focus as a blonde male stood above her.

"Why does it feel like I just got hit by a car?" she wondered out loud.

"Mein Gott you're alive," said he man.

"It's' cold out," she said as she laid there with the man next to her sitting on the ground.

"An ambulance is on it's way, just please don't close your eyes."

"You know this weather is just as cold as my ex's heart," (Name) said with a smile.

"Do you know what your name is?"

(Name) paid no attention as she look at her blood stained hands and at the man who was covered in blood as well.

"I'm sorry,"

"For vhat?"

"For getting you hurt."

"If anything I should be sorry, I hit you vith my car."

"Oh, that's why I hurt."

"Ja, what is your name?"

"I think it's (Name). I'm not quite sure though. It sounds right. Do I look like a (Name)."

"You look like Hell right now," the man said as emergency personnel came up to the two.

"Hey mister, will you come see me in the hospital," (Name) called out as she was put on a stretcher. She didn't get an answer as she was taken away but the man had made up his mind to do so.

A few weeks had past and (Name) laid in her bed at the hospital as she waited for someone to visit her. A nurse entered with someone behind her. The two were soon left alone after the nurse had changed the fluids out for (Name). It was the same blond man from before.

"I never caught your name."

"Ludwig,"

"Ludwig. I think it fits you. I'm glad you visited me, no one else has."

"Not your mother or vater?"

"No, I ran away after my mother died. My father was abusive. I was an only child so I have no sibling to visit me. I don't have any friends either. I guess you could say I'm the girl who has never been loved. Please don't pity me though, I got to met you so that's something good."

"Ja I guess that there was some good from this. So what do you like to do in your free time?"

After that Ludwig tried to visit (Name) every day and soon they became close friends. Upon her release from the hospital, (Name) had moved back into her home and Ludwig visited her often. Soon a year passed and they decided and (Name) had a normal life. One night they decided to go to a bar for fun. (Name) wore black slacks and a tank top with a black vest. Ludwig wore a plain white t-shirt and some khakis. He had picked her up in the same car that had hit her.

"You know it's nice to riding on the inside rather than thrown by it on the outside," (Name) said with a snort. Ludwig laughed as well. The two soon arrived and entered the bar. They both sat up at the bar and drank happily or at least (Name) did. Ludwig only had a beer so he could still drive home after she was done drinking.

"You know Luddy I don't think I've ever had this much fun!" exclaimed a drunk (Name).

"You're drunk (Name)."