Hetalia x Reader Oneshots

At the Old Ball Game

The top story today, catharsis, I hope that maybe this isn't too much for you wonderfully hedonistic heathens that I do love so dearly. It might have war crimes in it. Who knows, there may be a part 2 to this to help stop the negative feels, but it may be later in the year if we don't all die when the meteors come. And in no way am I attempting to glorify or romanticize anything within this but hey I'm writing a weird vision of what the history books might say in the event it goes farther south and hits the fan. 

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Alfred has been sick for a very long time. He's hidden it from all of his friends as best as he can, but there is only so much that he could do and things that his bosses absolutely refuse to do to help him get better. The worse part was trying to hide it from (y/n), his only real sidekick. Now, however, as they stand there in the door of his newsroom as he calls it, they see just how bad it is. He's bleeding heavily from his nose, his eyes are swollen shut, there are what looks like chemical burns all over what they can see of his skin, one of his ears is slowly dripping blood, and he looks so weak.

"Hey, babe, I wasn't expecting you. Let me *grunt* get up and get you some tea." Alfred started to get up only to be pushed back down by (y/n).

"A-Alfie, Imma need you to tell me what's happened." their (e/c) orbs tearing up squeezing his hand as he goes into a coughing fit. 

"No, not like this babe, I'm fine." another coughing fit.

"Alfred F. Jones, you better tell me why Matt brought me here with no implication as to what is happening with you and why you look like this." They began to cry. 

"(y/n), remember a while back when I was a little sick. And you took care of me after I got into a fight with Tex," He paused a bit to let them answer with a nod. "Well it's kinda like that again but a tiny bit worse."

"A tiny bit worse." They bit their lip in confusion.

"A tiny bit worse." He said with a small sad smile.

"Okay, you rest, now. I'll draw you a bath, or get the shower ready and make you some soup or something. um yeah." They stood up to go do the take caring things.

"Babe, I just took a shower and I ate just 10 mins ago, so come cuddle." Alfred stretched his arms out toward (y/n).

Right when they were about to agree to it, live footage from a protest came on one of the TVs and Alfred's attention shot to it with wide eyes before he curled in a ball in pain.

"Alfie!" (y/n) rushed back to his side their face full of worry and fear.

"Dear, let's give him some space and go get someone who can help." A gentle hand was on their shoulder in a calming way. "We can't do anything on our own."

"Iggy, (y/n) stays. Just go get Yao, and Nam-Ha" He was coughing again he used all of his strength to pull (y/n) to his chest who noticed that he was shaking.

"Alfred, you are being selfish. Look at their face they are scared." Arthur crossed his arms in frustration at the country.

"Arthur, it's fine. I can do this, we'll be fine." They offered the Brit a small smile.

Arthur sighed and went to the airport to pick up the two Asians who had been called on a last-minute flight to try and help Alfred. After he had left Alfred steeled himself to tell (y/n) the truth about both of them. 

"Something tells me you want to say something." the (h/c) said once Arthur left them alone in the glow of the tv screens, the volume of each being a soft din in the momentary silence.

They felt Alfred shift to slide down and hug their waist. "If I tell you, dearest Liberty. You can't be mad nor can you leave." 

"I agree?" He only talked like this on memorial day, less like himself and more somber.

"I'm the country of America, and I'm dying, at least this version of me is. You are my Liberty, each country's liberty looks different, Iggy's is his magic, and Ivan's his sunflowers, I'm one of the few lucky ones to have my Liberty be a person. Do you follow?" His voice was soft and serious.

"Alfred, you must really be sick, you're delusional." They looked at the top of his head and ran their fingers through his hair. He didn't answer, as he had fallen asleep so quickly. 

Their thoughts drifted to what he said thinking about the last time something like this happened. They were helping Mrs. Mary with her sewing when he came and curled around them just as he is now shaking in pain.  Mr. Abe said that something bad had happened in one of the Carolinas but they didn't hear which one. They remember the disgruntled look on Mr. Abe's face.

A noise brought their attention back from the past.

"Hello, who's there?" Their question was answered by chuckles from somewhere in the room. "Ivan, I swear on my mother's grave, if you don't stop this I will end you."

"I'm not Ivan, sweet Liberty." A man hummed revealing himself to the (h/c).

"Who are you?" They moved to get away from him.

"That isn't important now, however, it is dreadfully important for you to come with me willingly, or else." He held a self-important tone in his voice that put them on edge.

"Or else what?" they quickly swept the room looking for an escape.

"Or else I arrest you for treason and for suspicion of being in a terrorist group." He was getting closer.

"You can't do that." They were stuck.

"Who said so? a piece of old paper that should've been done away with a long time ago. I find following that rather sheep-like in nature." He was right behind them. "So what do you choose little lamb?"

They swallowed their fear, Alfred was always doing everything he can to keep them safe. It was their turn.

"I will go but first you need to let me write a farewell letter to my lover. As a courtesy." They kept their emotions in check, they need to appear to be as reserved to their fate as humanly possible.

"So be it." He ceded thinking it would be just a little 'I love you, you'll never see me again, bye.' type of thing.

They hurried to Alfred's office, after prying themself out of said male's arms, and began to write furiously in Navajo (I don't know if using Diné Bizaad would be overstepping boundaries or not so I went with this, if it isn't okay I will change it.) on a paper that Alfred left on the desk, hoping that their captor can't read it. They hurried back and put the letter next to Alfred, where he can find it.

"Before we go anywhere, Liberty, put this collar on." The man said holding a dog collar out for them.

"Why?" They asked even more concerned for their safety.

"I need to keep you in line don't I."  with that the intruder left with his quarry on a leash before Arthur returned.

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Yao and Nam-Ha rushed into Alfred's house with different herbs and things to help curb Alfred's pain only to find the nation sitting up reading a piece of paper while crying. 

"What's wrong, aru?" Yao asked the blonde placing a hand on his back.

"Aryan came and took (y/n)," Alfred growled.

"Isn't that the guy who marches with those nitwits in hoods?" Arthur's eyes made it obvious he was concerned about Alfred.

"He's a coward with no Liberty. Arthur, you remember what happened when you took (y/n) from me in the 1700s?" Alfred was serious again, this time he can't just be ignorant.

"Vividly," the brit sighed knowing that Alfred won't be the same after this.

"Iggy, you should gather the nations for a meeting, I will not be there as I have a Coward to end." Alfred stood to go but was stopped by Nam-Ha's oar, "Nam, Let me do this, please." 

"I wish you luck in getting (y/n) back." Her voice hummed through the tense air before her oar returned to her side.