Hetalia One Shots

Where I Belong - Denmark x Fem! Netherlands

Denmark - Magnus
Fem! Netherlands - Lotte

It's been a since year I saw you. A year since I watched your solemn face watch me at the back of the hall. I never expected you to turn up. Not after all of the rehearsals you missed, recitals you refused to come to, the practices you promised to take me to. All those promises you made while we were together. I just didn't know how much you meant to me until I lost you.

I touched the cool pendant that hung around my neck. It was a beautiful gift Magnus. When you poured all of that out to me, I was unaware that that was on your mind the whole time. The house you used to live in, we used to live in, was sold recently and I couldn't bear the sight of it as I drove by. It should've been us still there. It should've been us dancing in the kitchen in the early mornings and laughing as we fought with pillows in our bedroom.

How I've missed sleeping next to you. Your breath on the back of my neck, your arm so tightly wrapped around me and the kisses you'd place on my shoulder as you slept. You made me feel safe. Every time I danced on stage I thought of you, I thought of how impressed you would be of me. I made a mistake in chasing after Ludwig. He was still a kid in many people's eyes barely even twenty. Yet there you were the whole time. I threw away a man for a boy.

Sighing, I wrapped my scarf around my neck and pulled on my jacket. I wasn't dancing anymore. I didn't want to, not after what you said. I hurt you because I was so focused on becoming something that would limit me in what I could do, eat and where I could go.

A smell wafted passed, it smelled so wonderful and reminded me of when you made cakes or cookies. It was quite the reminiscent smell. I looked around me for the source of it and set my eyes upon a quaint little bakery not far from me.

A car whizzed passed me and splashed me with the puddle on the road. My clothes were sopping wet and I wouldn't be able to change until I got home. To top it off, rain started pouring down. Just my luck. Hurriedly, I made my way to the bakery as soon as I opened the door I stopped in my tracks. There you were.

There you were Magnus, all blued eyed and happy. I couldn't get over how well you looked, completely different to the day you came to say goodbye. You kept the beard, only now it wasn't scruffy. You had those laughter lines by your eyes and a permanent smile. You also put the weight back on and definitely looked dashing.

I walked up to the counter hesitantly. Should I be here? Should I go? Is this a coincidence? I could wait and get served by someone else here but then that'd be a long time and I'd probably catch a cold. "And what would it be to-" you stopped mid sentence as soon as you looked at me. The smile surprisingly didn't drop and you just seemed to stand there in awe.

A lad no older than 18 piped up from waiting the tables. "You know what Lukas said about you slacking off.." the young lad warned. You then resumed your position and awaited my order. I never pegged you for working in a bakery but I do remember that most of your shirts had the smell of vanilla on them and flour stains. I should've been more interested in what you did.

"What'll it be, Lotte?" you asked in such a cheerful way. It pulled at my heart to hear you so happy after everything I caused you to feel. You then looked at me. The dripping of my clothes and how thin I had become. The look on your face suddenly changed to a very alarmed one. "Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?" you asked. I shook my head in response.

"I'm fine," I cleared up since shaking my head to both questions was quite confusing to which one I was referring to. "I'll tell Emil to serve you some coffee and a slice of chocolate cake, I'll be over in a minute." you stated. I was quite confused though I sat down none the less after you ushered me to move.