Hetalia x Reader Oneshots

Come Marching Home

This is sort of a Beta for me, BIT, and if it sucks I will edit the holy mole out of it. I don't usually write veteran things and this one will be hella long. I haven't used the dead loved one trope in a more permanent way yet and if I don't like how it feels I will certainly not do it again. Enjoy if this is your jam. Not gonna lie it made me cry. 

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Romano stood at the altar with the priest, his mind drifting through the years as the man prayed over the casket that held his beloved. His darling (y/n). He was taken in his sleep at an old age. Romano thought back to the earliest moment that (y/n) was by his side. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~10 years old~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Romano had climbed a tree in a hurry to hide from his brother who he wanted to punch in the face.

"Rough day?" A voice asked next to him making the boy jump out of his skin and instinctively punch at the voice only to be hanging on for dear life on the branch.

"Idiota, look at what you did!" Roma cried only to be met with the sound of suppressed laughter from the person he swung blindly at.

"I'm the idiot, Mr. I'm gonna climb this tree without looking? Here I'll help you up if you say, 'Have mercy mighty dragon'." the other boy smirked evilly.

"That's stupid, I don't need your help anyway!" the small Italian tried to pull himself up but slipped he screamed but stopped when he noticed that he wasn't falling.

"Geez, you're more gullible than I thought. I'm (y/n)." The boy helped him back on the branch.

"Why did you help me?" Roma asked with a pout. 

"You're kinda cute." "(y/n)!" "Man, I've gotta go. See you around!" (y/n) got down from the tree and ran to a little girl that had a kite.

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"Sorry for your loss, Romano. My brother would want you to have this." A middle-aged woman handed Romano a folded up old kite. "He said that it was his favorite kite in the whole world." 

"Thank you, (sister/n). How are my god-children?" Romano smiled warmly at the old faded kite.

"They are graduating high school this year." Was the response that he received before drifting off down a river of memories.

~~~~~~~~ 17 years old ~~~~~~~

Both males laid there in each other's arms both staring at the starry sky, taking in the moment.

"Roma, I need to tell you something." the (h/c) male sat up a bit propping himself on his elbow.

"What is it, tesoro?" the Italian looked into the (e/c) orbs of his lover who took in a steadying breath.

"I'm leaving for boot camp in a month." there was a silence, a painful one.

Romano didn't say a word but silently sat up, and left, not answering or slowing down despite (y/n)'s best attempts to break him out of his funk. Romano walked, he walked for hours thinking. He didn't understand why (y/n) didn't talk about this before. He felt hurt. He paused. What was he thinking! (y/n) must feel at least twice as bad! He crouched down and rested his head against a wall. 

"Why did I do that?" He breathed.

  Without a second thought, Romano stood and ran back to where they were stargazing. He found nothing there. (Y/n) must've gotten disheartened and left for home.