A Small World? (Hetalia x Male!Reader x 2pHetalia)

Side Story: The Incident!

This is the story of how You -dear reader- and Luciano don't like each other anymore! Sorry about this! Warning, there is violence and swearing! There is also racial stereotypes because I'm 90% sure that's what a drunk Lutz would sing about. Let's start this story!

~YOUR PVO~

~~XXX Years Ago~~

     Me, Lutz, and Kuro were drunk out of our minds. We were singing this stupid song called "The stereotype song". It was practically the best drunken song.

  "I think I love you more than the Japanese love tentacle porn!~" Kuro sang loudly.
  "And we should dance, dance, dance, d-d-dance to these stereotypes!~" I continued.
  "Let's come together and live in this world like a unibrow on an Indian girl" Lutz bellowed and took a large swig of his beer.
  "And we should dance, dance, dance, d-d-dance to these stereotypes!~" We sang together.
  "Check it out now! Aw yeah! Let me hear you yell if you love the Outback redneck Australians!~" Lutz smirked. 
  "And the crooked ass teeth of an English dude and those creepy Italians who think they're smooth!~" I sang happily. Flavio, who had no clue we were drunk was shocked at our singing.
  "Mamma mia!" Flavio yelled at us.
  "And how could anyone hate the French? Yeah, I know their hairy women don't shave their pits! Brazilian girls is what you want -walking around town with that ba-dunk-a-dunk~~" Kuro chuckled and drank his sake.
  "WHAT ARE YOU THREE DOING?!" Luciano screamed. We all stumbled around and tried to face Luciano. Luciano rubbed his temple on his forehead, disappointed.
  "Of course you three are drunk! (Your name), if you're quite finished singing like a fool... I need you in my office!" Luciano marched off. I sighed. He may be my friend, but he's always been so stuck up.

     As I walked to Luciano's office, trying to sober up. I knocked on the door and entered. He was sitting in his chair, trying to look like the boss.
  "(Y/n), please sit down." He gestured to his nice chair in front of him. I sat on the black leather chair and stared at him.
  "Soooooo... What's this about?"
  "Are you a whore?" Luciano asked bluntly. I gulped and blushed, how did he know?!
  "I-I... Yes..." I stuttered. He sighed.
  "So, did you fuck Lutz, knowing full well I had a crush on him?!" Luciano glared at me.
  "What? No! I sucked his cock once! But that was before you told me you liked him!" I responded. I was telling the truth.
  "Lies! I heard Flavio and Lutz talk about it!" Luciano got up and slammed his hands on the table.
  "Why don't we ask them about it then! Maybe that's not what they meant!" I tried to act in reason, but Luciano wasn't going to listen.
  "Vaffanculo, figlio di puttana! (Fuck you, you mother fucker!) You were my best friend!" Luciano screamed. I glared at him.
  "You know me better than that! C'mon Luciano! I may be a whore, but you come before my job..." I sighed.

     Maybe it was the anger that got him, maybe he meant it. However, he took one of his throwing knives and lodged it in my eye. It only took a flick of his wrist. I gasped and held my hand over the wound. He looked at me with this strange emotion. Was that pitty?
  "Leave my office and never set foot into my mansion again, vecchio amico (old friend)." He walked out of his office -venom laced in his voice, leaving me with a knife in my right eye. I ran to the bathroom. I went to clean up my eye and the knife. It was going to leave a nasty scar. How could he? After all, we've been through! I used some of my magic to cover it, making it look like nothing happened to my eye. I ran out of the mansion, not listening to Kuro nor Lutz's calls for my attention. I can only feel myself crying from one eye.

~6 Years Later~

     I looked into an old pond me and Luciano used to play in. I'm so ugly... I can't even stomach looking at my right eye without the illusion of it being normal. Don't get me wrong, we all have our scars, but your eye being permanently damaged is different. I didn't even tell my family. I was so scared! I was still scared of myself and what my own friend turned me into. How can he be so heartless? Luciano hasn't talked to me since that day. I don't even talk to anyone from that household since that day. He scared the wits from me. Did he ever truly care for me? Was I always just a pawn? I never even told him the truth of why I became a whore... Can't you see I was doing this for you? Aren't you proud? I looked at the soft blue water and let a single tear slip from my eyes. I swear, he'll never find out nor get that close to me ever again!