Finland x Reader: The Girl With The Bell

Losing Hope

Once again Iceland is Emil, Norway is Lukas, Denmark is Mathias, and Sweden is Berwald. Little Finland's POV.

Lukas sighed and shook his head. "Life is so different now, with Tino depressed."
"Yeah. Everything is boring." Emil muttered.
"Totally bringing me down." Mathias hadn't touched a drink for weeks. Their boy had been sad ever since that parade we traveled to so far away. I went to events all over the county, listening hard for that bell. She probably didn't wear it anymore. But I had to keep trying. She was perfect, and my brothers kept saying I needed a girlfriend anyway. Maybe she wouldn't be my girlfriend, but I had to find her. I kept searching, and once the new year was over, I was making everyone so sad that I pretended to be over her. Life went on like it normally did.
Spring started, and the family moved to a town called (town near yours/your town). I had to finish middle school there at a place called (y/school/n). I started in May. No one paid much attention to me. It was the end of the year, people had made their friends and formed their cliques. I mostly stayed with my brothers. I worked, and worked, and still thought about the bell girl when I was alone. I finished the year there and started high school, going through the entire year with her in he back of my mind.
I remember walking to lunch back when we first came and I heard someone mention 'the girl with the bell'. I stopped dead in my tracks. It was probably wishful thinking... It didn't sound like her, depressed and alone. People mentioned that person more and more as the year went by. We got into high school and I pondered wether she could be the one. It couldn't be, could it? But then again, how many other 'girl with the bell's could there be? It was a large school, though, and no one seemed to want to tell him anything about her.
I stopped caring. Life started to go back to how it really used to be.
On the last day of school, I walked a different way to class. I didn't know why. I just did. I looked around. I had never been here before. I kept walking and saw a girl on a bench. She was slouching, her (h/l) (h/c) hair in her face. It looked just like hers... The her. I approached her. I saw a glint, hanging down from her neck. It was a bell. Why did I care? I began to walk up to her, I had too see her, to make sure I didn't make it up. Suddenly, a loud BUZZ filled my ears. A crowd of kids swept me away from her. I was pushed away from the girl I loved.
Seeing her again gave me a new spark. I knew I loved her. What else would make me feel this way? I had to find her again.