One-shots! Hetalia x Reader!

The Good Soldier (Germany x Reader)

Germany x Reader

Requested by: @Little_Feliciana

-Pumpkin

You live in a little village a bit farther from Hamburg reaching the beaches.

You were very popular in your village because of your sweet personality and that beautiful face of yours.

Men from your village and other villages would come to your village and court you, every month at least thirty men come. You all declined them, but one caught your eye. He wasn't one of your suitors, but your childhood friend.

He was part of the Nazis joining the fights or battles or whatever Hitler ordered them to do.

You both were really close. That made a result from stopping him from joining the assault that was launched on September 15 that was to destroy the English homeland.

"Ludwig please. Don't go." You were hugging him from behind pleading him not to join the assault.

"(Y/N)..." He removed your hands from his waist and walked towards the Jeep (was it a Jeep?) that took them to wherever the fighter jets were that time.

You fell on your knees as tears rush down your face. They left.

Your family and friends tried to comfort you. But you locked yourself in your room for a week until a messenger came.

You hurried down as the messenger looked at you with pity.

"Are you Ms. (Full Name)?" He asked.

"Ja." You twiddled your thumbs nervously as the messenger handed you a letter.

"A letter from General Beilschmidt." You practically ripped the envelope open as you read the letter.

You dropped down to the floor and sobbed.

"He was a good soldier." The messenger took off.

"No... He is a good soldier." You stood up as you fixed your hair and packed your things with a determined look on your face.

"(Y/N) where are you going?" Your mother grabbed your arm.

"I'm gonna find him." You pulled your arm away as you got your horse from the stables.

'I'm gonna find you Ludwig, even if it kills me.' You took off leaving your mother confuse. She saw the letter and read it.

Dear Ms. (Last name),

We represent this to Ms. (Full name) to inform her that her friend, Ludwig Beilschmidt, is lost in the assault.

We presume him dead as we tried to contact him several times with no answer, but static.

I couldn't believe that mein bruder is dead too.

He was a good soldier to us all.

-General Beilschmidt

Part two will be made and I need more inspiration for the second part

-Pumpkin