Countryhumans x Reader (oneshots)

Czechia x M!Reader = One Last Favor

  -Czechia is male as well.
  -Czech took the reader's last name. (I just thought it was pretty awkward for Czech to have a short name compared to the reader's.)
  -I suppose Slovakia is Czech's sister or something- and if not, then a close friend.

  Thank you Comrade_Kai for the request, and I apologize for not seeing it earlier, and I apologize if this seems really rushed- for it is, indeed, quite rushed.

  Nonetheless, I hope you all enjoy.

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{Czechia's P.O.V.}

I'm woken up by the sound of my phone ringing. Someone's calling me... "Ugh, but it's so fucking early.." I mumble to myself, clearly frustrated. I pick up my phone anyways, answering the call. "Oh, thank God you're awake! Listen, I really need to ask a favor-" "You always need to ask a favor, Y/n.." I say, cutting him off.

A few seconds of silence followed, before he said something again. "....Sorry." I sigh in frustration as I sat up in my bed, rubbing my temples in frustration. "Whatever. What do you need anyways?" I said as I got out of bed, slowly walking towards my bathroom.

After telling me whatever he needed, he hung up. I just sigh, this isn't the first time they've asked me to do something. In the middle of the fucking night. Yeah, it's midnight, I slept past morning, and my boyfriend's working overtime, and he just needs a ride home.

And yes, Y/n's my boyfriend. Honestly... I love him, I really do, but lately, he's just been asking me to do this, do that, get me this, get me that, fucking whatever. And he barely has time for me now. He's always busy, always has somewhere to go, and when he finally comes home, he's way too fucking tired. It's been pissing me off.

"I'll just have to talk to him about it tonight. Probably better if we do it on our home. At least he won't have any excuses then." I say to myself, as I looked put on my clothes, grabbed my car keys, locked the door, got in the car, and hit the road.

{Time Skip Brought To You By: The Author Mad Apologizing Because They Have No Plot Ideas Whatsoever.}

"Czech, I told you already, I'm sorry, alright?! But I have to do my job, I'm nearly overdue on my deadlines! You know I don't want to avoid you, I want to be with you, but I can't just ignore all of my work!" He shouted at me as he rubbed his temples in stress. "Sorry? Sorry?! That's all you fucking have to say?! Are you fucking serious?! Y/n, it's been months! MONTHS!!" I yelled in anger. "It's been months since you had time for me! Does my feelings mean nothing to you?!" I added. "Oh my fucking God." He said as if I was the one who doesn't have time for him.

     "Why can't you just understand?! I'm trying to not get fired! God, Czech, our relationship was fine in the beginning! Why can't it just be the same!?"
     "Oh, so I'M the one at fault here!?"
     "Of course! You don't even have a fucking job! I'm the one paying the bills here! What, do you want to live on the fucking streets?!"

And just like that, we were in an argument. The most heated argument we've ever had in our relationship. And, it would seem that.. it would also be the last argument of our relationship.

We were so absorbed in the argument, it was too late when we noticed another car coming out of the side of an intersection. I didn't manage to stop the car in time, and I couldn't even swerve it.

     It's scary. One moment you're arguing with your boyfriend, and the next, they're on the brink of death right besides you.

I got out of the car despite my own injuries, I don't care about that right now. I rushed to the other side of the car, opened the front passenger seat, and dragged my love out of the car and onto the road's cement. "Y/n..? Y/n! Y/n, please answer me!" I cried out as tears rolled down from my eyes, down to my cheeks, and onto my boyfriend's body. The other person from the other car saw my situation, and was quick to call an ambulance. I shook Y/n's body, desperately trying to wake him up.

Finally, he opened his eyes once more, looked at me, and smiled weakly. "Shh, it's going to be okay Y/n, it's going to be okay, just please, keep your eyes open for me. Please." I begged. He only raised one of his arms to wipe away my tears. "Hey Czech..?" He said weakly. "Y-yeah..?" I replied, looking at his eyes. "I have..one last favor..to ask.." "No..no, please, please it's- It's going to be okay, please-"

"After I die.. please.. I'm begging you.. move on" He said, as his arm went limp and his eyelids closed.

"No.. No, no, nonononononono-" I shook his body some more, desperately trying to wake him up again. "Please! Please, I'm sorry! Y/n!"

{Slovakia's P.O.V.}

"Are you alright, Slovakia?" Germany asked me, putting a hand on my shoulder as he looked at me worriedly. I looked up at him, and back at the tombstones placed next to each-other. "Yeah.... yeah, I think I'm okay." "....Alright. If you say so." He replied, as he removed his hand from my shoulder.

It's the anniversary of their death. The memory still hurts me, but at least it doesn't hurt me as much anymore. "It's nearly time to go, but I'll tell the others to give you some time and space." Germany said, as he walked off back to the car that Germany, Poland, Austria and I used to get here. I looked back at the tombstones and read them again, one last time, before I go.

Here Lies:
Y/l/n, Y/f/n Y/m/n

Date of Birth: XX-XX-XXXX
Date of Death: XX-XX-XXXX

Here Lies:
Y/l/n, Czechia

Date of Birth: XX-XX-XXXX
Date of Death: XX-XX-XXXX