Europa, Europa: Hetalia Brother! Prussia And Brother! Germany X Reader

Not Okay

"Don't touch me!"

Those were the first words that left my trembling lips. I wasn't sure who or what or where I was anymore or what language I was speaking. It was as if my past journey had muddled everthing together into one huge lump of indecipherable chicken scratch. Nothing was making sense to me anymore.

It was only fight or flight.

The man released me as if he had been shocked by lightning. I shallowly heaved in breathes and just sat there in the snow, unmoving. What I was feeling was the Holy Trinity of panic: anxious, terrified, and sickly.

Fight or run? Fight or run?

"What's a girl doing all the way out here?"

"Don't know. She was being chased by those Russians."

There were two men? They began to advance and I felt like my world would crumble. Tears suddenly clouded my vision and my hands began to shake. "No, no, no! Don't send me back! Please, please! She'll kill me! She-she'll kill me!" I suddenly felt faint. I couldn't feel my own limbs. The world began to spin and I had to force myself to sit up.

"Who? Who will kill you?" the blond man questioned. I couldn't make out his face through my river of tears. My chest heaved. Up, down, up down. Don't panic, I told myself. Of course, this was inevitable, because I was already panicking. "That--that old lady...the Russ--Russian one." 

There was suddenly a loud, cruel laugh. It echoed through the barren land like a church bell. All went quiet, not even the two men stirred. Then, from behind, rough, slender fingers wrapped around my neck. My breathing shortened, my heartbeat sped up, and then I couldn't breathe. "No....no...."

I awoke with a blood curling scream. My bedroom door burst open and barreling in with pistols came Germany and Prussia. Tears streamed down my face like rivers, my chest heaved like the air was too thick to breathe in. Prussia was the first to speak.

"What happened?! You're not hurt are you--?!"

Germany cut Prussia off with a smack to the back of the head. He placed the pistol down on my nightstand and took a seat at the edge of my bed. He didn't say anything, and neither did Prussia for a good minute. His strong arms wrapped around my tightly, and he rocked me from side to side. Prussia appeared next to me with a frown and wiped away my tears. 

"It's okay. It's all in the past. We're here for you, you have us."

I looked down at my transparent hands in sorrow. It was only a matter of time before I joined Holy Rome. "It's not okay." A fresh wave of tears left my eyes. "It's not okay..." Germany held me tighter than before, his hands shaking. 

"Don't say that...please." he begged. I closed my eyes in silent resignation. 

"It's not okay." I repeated. "It's not."

 Dear Readers,

       This has been a long, long journey--one of the longest I've had in a while for a published story. I went on hiatus for a while but finally came to the decision to finish this story. I'm sorry it ended so...oddly, but I couldn't think of anything else. I thought if I added more it would drag out the story too much. So here, a bitter ending where you're on the verge of death like HRE. I love you all, thank you for reading my story and commenting and staying with it and everything. I can't thank you enough, especially since all the support helped me get though till the end. I really tried to put my heart into this story, I really did. But, I'm not sure if you can tell. To write this took blood, sweat, tears and a lot of thinking. I planned out the story two (nearly three) years ago! And now look, my first completed story (since My Fatal Flaw, which had been discontinued due to excessive cringe I couldn't fix when I re-published it). Thank you all again. Until next time, 

-Greenland