Maybe It's The Caffine {Canada x Reader Oneshot}

“Oh yeah? Well go to hell! I’ll find a new place to live! I don’t want to live with a whore anyway!” I yelled into my cell phone and I hung up. It was my roommate, but I told her to stop being a slut. Every single night I come home and she’s having sex with a different guy almost every time. She leaves her disgusting crap all around the apartment. Lingerie, vibrators, different types of toys, and even porn videos. It’s a huge surprise to me that she isn’t pregnant yet; she doesn’t use condoms or birth control. 

I sat back in my seat at the small table for two in the coffee shop. I ignored the frightened stares from the strangers that had seen and heard me yelling into the phone.

“What’s wrong, (y/n)?” Matthew said as he sat down across from me with his coffee. Damn, he was so cute. Every time he talks to me with that soft voice of his, I melt and I can’t help but smile. It’s a coincidence that we’re here, but it’s the best kind of coincidence.

“I’m moving out of my apartment to find a new place to stay. My roommate is a total slut; she has sex with a different guy every night. It’s disgusting and I can hardly get any sleep because they’re so loud.” I ranted. Matthew turned a light shade of pink, which made me giggle.

“Have you thought of a place to stay yet?” Matthew said, but then he blushed again. “If you haven’t, I have an idea.”

I smiled and asked, “What’s your idea? It’s hard to find a new place these days.”

Matthew looked down at his coffee and he nervously and quietly said, “You could stay we America and I…”

“Really?!” I exclaimed and my face brightened. “Thank you so much! I’m so happy, I could kiss you!” I said without thinking. Immediately after the words left my mouth, I blushed a bright red.

Matthew, once again, blushed. “D-do you want to go get your stuff f-from the apartment?” He stuttered in embarrassment.

“Sure, let’s go.” I said as I tried to shake off my own embarrassment. I can’t believe I said that!!!

We finished our coffee in silence before we went to his car, which was a red jeep. (I’m sorry if the car’s not cool, it just seems so Canada like.)  On our way to my apartment, it was silent. While packing my stuff into the jeep, it was silent besides the part where my ex-roommate and I almost got into a fight.

Even the way to he and America’s house was silent. You’re probably wondering why we’re being so quiet after a small comment like that. Well, how would you and your crush react if you or your crush said that? Embarrassed.

Matthew helped me carry my stuff into the house. I snuck a few glances at him, but I said narry a word. I set my stuff in a corner in the living room before I quietly sat on the couch. 

As I was replaying the embarrassment in my head, Matthew sat next to me on the couch.

I looked down at the carpet for awhile. I could tell he was thinking long and hard, but I didn’t know why.

Finally, Matthew spoke. “You know how you said you were so happy you could kiss me?” He asked.

“How can I not?” I said with a small laugh.

Suddenly, Matthew pinned me to the couch. “I’d like to take you up on that offer.” He slammed his lips on mine and I gasped in surprise. He took this opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. 

It took me a few seconds to register what just happened, but my tongue was soon battling with his. I tangled my fingers in my hair as he grabbed my hips and grinded against me. Matthew moaned into the kiss as I roughly bucked my hips.

We both pulled back for the precious air that keeps us all alive.

“I know you haven’t noticed,” Matthew planted a kiss on my jawline. “but I’ve been head over heels for you,” He kissed my neck oh-so softly. “for a very long time. I hope you feel the same…” Suddenly, he sharply nipped my neck. 

I gasped as he nipped and sucked on my neck. He was searching for the soft spot on my neck. The spot that would make me gasp and moan.

“M-matthew…” I stuttered. I never thought this would actually happen. Sure I imagined it among other things, but who knew Matthew was going to start it? Oh who cares?  This is making me high as a kite.

"I honestly don't know what's gotten over me." Matthew said casually without faltering as he trailed kisses to my collar bone. "Maybe it's the caffeine from the coffee."

"It probably-" I gasped and let out a soft, quiet moan. He found it.

I could feel his smirk as he left love bites. He was making me go insane, but in the good way.

I slipped my hands up his shirt and I felt his toned, moderately muscular chest. That's when I decided it was my turn.

I literally shoved Matthew off me and I straddled his hips while I kept him pinned to the couch.

"I can't let you have all the fun, can I?" I growled and I kissed him passionately. I bit his lip, but he denied entrance. 

I roughly ground my hips on his, which made him pull away and let out a loud moan that he had desparately tried to hold in.

Just as I was going to take advantage of this situation, America nearly flew down the stairs.

"Hey dudes I- WHAT THE HELL?!?!" Alfred yelled. 

I jumped off Matthew, but I nearly tripped over the coffee table.

"Is this why you wanted (y/n) to stay here?" Alfred asked Matthew. "If you wanted to get some, then do it when I'm not in the house!"

"I should get my things upstairs." I said quickly and I gathered my stuff. I walked past Matthew and I whispered in his ear, "Meet me upstairs in ten." I then took the liberty of slapping his ass before I made my upstairs. His bright red face made me laugh loudly as I was on my quest to put my things in their rightful places.

 

Collision {Japan x Reader Sad Oneshot}

“Come on Kiku, we have to go!” I yelled, grabbing the car keys. I had been dating Kiku for almost two years now. We were going on a date in a Japanese restaurant Kiku had wanted to take me for a long time. It was a classy restaurant, according to Kiku. I was wearing a long, sparkly (f/c) dress.

I felt Kiku’s arms wrap around me from behind and I leaned into him. It was very rare for him to give someone a hug, but I’m an exception. I turned my head and gave him a quick kiss on the lips and I looked into his eyes. My heart melted right when our gaze met.

“(Y/n), why do you have the keys? You almost hit someone the last time you drove!” Kiku said, quickly grabbing the keys as we pulled apart. My knees went weak when I saw him wearing a black suit.

I looked like a kicked puppy as I said, “I've gotten better! Germany helped me with it!”

Kiku’s face softened, but he reluctantly placed the keys into my hand. “Please be careful, (y/n).” He sighed as we got into his car.

“Of course I will!” I said cheerily.

Kiku cautiously got into the passenger seat as I started the car. I pulled out of the driveway and drove down the street smoothly. I wasn't speeding and I wasn't close to hitting anything. This is what happens when you get driving lessons from Germany and not Italy.

“You have really improved, (y/n). Good job!” Kiku said with one of his charming smiles that made my heart soar.

I grinned and my eyes shined as I said, “Thanks, Germany’s lessons really helped.” I muttered, “He should give some lessons to Italy, especially.”

“Take a right.” Kiku said abruptly.

I instantly reacted and the turn surprisingly turned out well.

“Good job, I expected that to turn out differently. No offense, I didn't mean-” Kiku stuttered, but I cut him off.

“It’s true, I didn't expect it to go that well, either. I keep going straight for three blocks and then it will be on the right?” I asked, looking at him out of the corner of my eye.

“Yes. I know you will really like this restaurant. It has different sauces and meats to put on your rice, a wide variety of tea flavors, and overall, it’s a very nice looking place to eat.” Kiku said with wonder.

He sounded so into it and happy, it made me grin from ear to ear.

After a few minutes, I parked perfectly in front of the restaurant. The exterior was gorgeous; I couldn’t wait to see the inside.

Kiku held out his arm like a gentleman and I took it. This was unlike Kiku, but then again, he was a true gentleman. Like England! (Oh God, I’m laughing at that XD ‘Like England!’)

Kiku led me inside and I was blown away. There were Japanese lamps hanging above tables, small fishbowls that had Japanese Fighting Fish at every table, and there was a huge koi pond by the front desk. I would say more, but there’s too much to mention!

“Hello, how may I help you?” The woman behind the desk said.

Kiku nervously tightened his tie and said, “I made a reservation for two…”

“You made reservations?!” I exclaimed.

Kiku nodded with a blush. when we went on dates, it was a walk-in thing, but this time he made reservations!

“Name please.” The woman asked another question.

“Honda, Kiku.” Kiku said.

We were soon seated at a table in the very back where we could have some privacy, which made me feel more secure. I hated huge crowds in restaurants, and it feels great to know that Kiku remembered that. The waiter soon brought our sushi on rice and our tea.

I took a sip of my tea and my eyes lit up. “Kiku, this place is amazing!”

“I knew you’d like it, that’s why I brought you here… but that’s not the only reason…” Kiku said and his face turned a bright red.

I raised an eyebrow in confusion. “What else did you bring me here for?”

Kiku nervously got up and he pulled a black box from his pocket. When he got down on one knee, I almost started crying.

Kiku opened the box and said, “(Y/n) (l/n), I have been in a loving relationship with you for a very long time, and I don’t think my life would have turned for the better without you. All I’m asking is, (y/n), will you marry me?”

“I don’t know how to say yes without screaming like other women or sounding unappreciative, so I’m just going to go with this.” A single, happy tear rolled down my right cheek. “I accept your marriage proposal because you are the most amazing man I have never met. I love you with all my heart.”

Kiku quickly rose to his full height and he quickly pulled me into a passionate kiss.

When we pulled apart, he whispered, “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“You have no idea.” I said with a smile.

We sat down to finish our food, but we kept looking at each other. Kiku meant the world to me; I would do anything for him. Now that we were going to get married, he would be my world. And I would love him for eternity.

~Third Person POV~

(Y/n) and Kiku left the restaurant hand in hand. They shared another kiss that people turned their heads to see. They were the cutest couple there; no one could deny it.

“Kiku, can I drive again? Please?” (Y/n) said, using the kicked-puppy face she had used the first time.

“I have to say no this time, I’m sorry. People get very wasted in this part of the city; especially at night. The people who are drunk drive very recklessly.” Kiku said apologetically. He knew how much she wanted to drive; he had seen how happy she was when she had driven here.

“I’ll be really safe, I promise!”

Kiku looked at her face again and he gave in. It was the woman he loved, he couldn’t say to a face like hers, especially if it looked like a kicked puppy.

He was nearly shaking and he handed the keys to (y/n). He was so scared that she was going to get hurt if they got in a crash. Kiku had no concern for himself, he just wanted (y/n) be safe.

She started the car and they were soon going down the road as perfect as can be. No problems with driving at all.

(Y/n) turned her head and said, “We were meant to collide, you and I. I don’t see how else things would work out.” There was a soft smile on her face and her heart ached. She loved him so much, it almost hurt.

Suddenly, a car slammed into the bumper from the left side. It sent the car sliding while Kiku and (y/n) both hit their heads on something in the car.

That’s when (y/n) saw a pickup hurtling at Kiku’s side of the car. On impulse, she jerked the wheel and made the car do a one-eighty so it was going to hit her side of the truck.

“I love y-” (y/n) began to yell to Kiku, but the pickup truck collided into her side of the car.

It sent their car rolling and another car crashed into them. Every window was shattered and the car had the potential of setting on fire any moment.

Kiku began yelling for help so he and his fiance could get out. He hoped, even prayed, that she wasn’t injured. But he knew very well that there was a huge chance that she was heavily injured. (Y/n) sacrificed herself to keep Kiku from getting the full impact from the truck.

“Kiku…” (Y/n) said weakly. Her extremely shaky, bloody hand reached out and grabbed his. “I love you…” She whispered and she closed her eyes.

Before Kiku could say or do anything, someone on the outside pried Kiku’s door open. It was Alfred!

‘Where the hell did you come from…?’ Kiku wondered. It took him a second to realize he said it out loud.

“I was on my way to your house to visit you. Dude, we have to get you two out of here! Two cars are already on fire, yours could be next!” Alfred said as he pulled them both out of there.

Alfred was about to hold (y/n) in his arms, but Kiku picked her up first. It was a miracle that Kiku wasn't hurt that badly. He had a few minor as well as major cuts and definitely a concussion, but it didn't stop him. He and Alfred walked over to the paramedics, but it took a bit. Kiku had to limp because of a cut on his leg.

“(Y/n), it’s going to be ok, I promise.” Kiku said and he gave her a kiss on her forehead, despite the blood that was on it. Then he noticed that she wasn't moving at all. “(Y/n)...?” Kiku said as his eyes began to burn with tears. “(Y/n)!” Kiku yelled.

A paramedic rushed over and swiftly took (y/n) from his arms. Before he could protest, they were both loaded into an ambulance.

Alfred sat next to Kiku in the ambulance and gave him some more details about the crash.

“After you guys crashed, a bunch of other cars added to the mix. I saw your car and I kinda freaked out before I came and got you guys out.” Alfred said quickly.

“I proposed to (y/n).” Kiku said quietly.

“WHAT?! Dude, that’s awesome, what’d she say?!” Alfred exclaimed excitedly.

Kiku gave him a small smile. “She said yes…” Then Kiku blacked out.

~Timeskip~

Kiku jerked awake and he looked around. He was in a hospital bed with I.V’s in his arms and he was hooked up to machines. Alfred was next to his bed in a chair, but something wasn’t quite right. Alfred had his elbows on his knees with his fingers interlocked, but his head was down and his hair covered his face. Kiku could have sworn that he saw him shudder a few times.

“Alfred, how’s (y/n)? Is she ok?” Kiku asked quickly. When Alfred didn’t answer, tears instantly went down Kiku’s face. “Alfred! Is (y/n) ok?!” Kiku yelled and his voice cracked and wavered.

Alfred looked up. His eyes were red and puffy and his face was wet with tears and he was still crying.

“Kiku, I’m so sorry, she died before I even got you guys out of your car.” Alfred sobbed.

Kiku’s heart shattered and he just lost it. He was crying like he never had before and he was sobbing her name. His heart rate was through the roof.

“I should never have let her drive!”       

Far {France x Reader Oneshot}

I sipped my wine from my classy wine glass. I was wearing a black dress shirt with a gray tank top and a pair of dark denim jeans. I was eyeing men through my window, looking for one I could introduce myself to and maybe get lucky. My curves and eyes were irresistible to men. Other women envied me, though it wasn’t on purpose… most of the time.

Am I France? Non, I am (y/n) (l/n). I am good friends with Spain and Prussia, but I don’t know France that well at all. I hope to change things soon. I am French as well, so I may have to work a bit harder to win a Frenchman like him.

I picked up my cell and called Prussia, who was my closest friend next Spain.

“Hey (y/n), what’s going on frau?” Prussia picked up the phone almost instantly.

I chuckled and said, “Me, you, and Spain should hang out at the bar. But I was thinking…” I trailed off, smirking like a madwoman.

“Thinking what?” Prussia asked. I could feel the smirk on his face.

“I was thinking you should bring France along. I’ve only met him once or twice.”

Prussia laughed and asked, “Why do you want to meet him again?” He had a knowing tone in his voice.

“Let’s just say I’m… interested…” I said whilst twirling a strand of hair with my finger.

Prussia laughed even harder and said, “You can count on me to set things up. You pay for drinks!” He hung up quickly before I could argue.

I got up and walked to my room, grumbling about having to pay. Prussia can get his own damn beer…

I brushed my hair before snatching my car keys from the table. I walked out to my car and I jumped over the door instead of opening it. It’s a navy blue convertible, which catches the attention of almost everyone that passes it.

My phone vibrated and I took a quick glimpse at it and quickly responded.

Prussia: Pick the awesome me, Spain, and France up at my awesome house. I know you love the awesome me, (y/n). :3

Me: Shut the hell up, you imbécile. I’ll be there in a minute.

I turned the radio and cranked the bass up as high as it could. The speakers blared as I raced through the roads.

After a minute or two, I pulled into Prussia’s driveway and screeched to a halt before I could hit the car that belonged to his brother, Germany. To be honest, I think this is Germany’s house; Prussia just likes to call it his.

Right on cue, Spain, Prussia, and France leaped out the front door, ran to my car, and dog piled into the back of the car.

"You know there's a front seat, oui?" I said with an unamused face.

They looked at each other for a few seconds. The next thing I know, all three of them are trying to squeeze through the space between the driver seat and the passenger seat

"Oh for fucks sake!" I snapped, picking out the first pair of eyes I saw. "Spain, get in front. I thought you guys would-"

"Act more mature than this? You act just like us mon ami, why are you so cranky?" France said, giving me a cocky smile.

I raised an eyebrow. I didn't feel like flirting at the moment, so I said this, "You hardly know me, you have nothing to say." I tried so hard not to melt inside when I looked into his eyes. I think I truly love this Frenchman; it”s not like any of my past affairs.

"I've heard enough from your friends here."

I looked at Spain and Prussia and put my forehead on the steering wheel. "Idiots..." I hissed.

I pulled out of the driveway and I went way over the speed limit just because they didn't have their seat belts on.

"What the heck (y/n)?! Slow the hell down!" Prussia screeched. "You'll mess up my awesome hair!"

I didn't listen to him as I kept speeding to the bar. Suddenly, I heard sirens behind me.

"Now you've done it!" Spain said with a face palm.

"That's what you think." I said as I pulled over.

The officer got out of the car and walked over to my side of the car.

"Hello officer, you look fine today." I said casually.

He raised an eyebrow and looked me up and down as I got out of the car. "Ma'am, you were going way over the speed limit. Why is that?"

"I was trying to get away from you so I could... Control myself, per say." I said with a seductive look in my eye as I stepped closer. I placed a single finger on his chest and whispered, "I'll let you do anything you want to me if you don't give me a ticket."

He turned a bright red as he checked me out. I pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and borrowed his pen. I wrote down a number and handed to him.

"Call me when you need me." I said with a wink as I jumped back into my car and I sped off again.

Prussia looked at me wide eyed. "Did you seriously give him your number?!"

I smirked. "Hell no! I'm not that stupid, you on the other hand, probably would."

Spain and France laughed as Prussia pouted.

France poked his head through the space between the front seats and said to me, "If you don't mind, I'll take your real number. You are difficult to resist, mon ami."

"We'll talk later." I said with a smirk and a wink. France smiled mischievously with a glint in his eyes that I would never forget.

I soon pulled into the bar parking lot and I leaped out of my seat and rushed inside. I loved coming to this bar; the wine and the male customers were amazing.

I sat at a chair that was at the counter and I ordered a red wine. In a few seconds, I was already taking sips and France and Prussia were soon sitting next to me.

"So, (y/n), what do you look for in men?" France said after he ordered a wine.

Before I could answer, Prussia yelled, "(y/n)'s paying!"

"Damn it..." I said as I set some money down for the bartender. I thought he would have forgotten about it.

I turned to France and said, "Well, the body in my preferences plays a big role, the eyes and lips do as well."

France smirked and said, "Point one out."

I looked around, but my eyes lingered on France. He is the one that I really want. And not just a one time thing. An actual relationship, but of course it would be quite active. *cue the wiggling eyebrows*

"The hottest one here would have to be you, France, I can't deny it." I said with no hesitation. I heard Prussia and Spain snickering.

"Would like to go somewhere a bit more private?" France whispered in my ear.

"Of course..." I said, nipping his ear. We weren't going to go somewhere right away; I wanted to see how long he could last. I’ll give him what we both want later.

I ordered another two wines and paid for them. I slid one glass to France and I was drinking mine at the same time.

"We can find a better place after this, oui?" France said before taking a sip of his wine.

"That depends on what I have in store." I winked at him.

He gave me a look that said, "WAT." But he didn't say anything.

When only France was looking, I unbuttoned two buttons on my shirt. France smirked, but pretended to pay no attention to him.

Next, I purposely dropped a bit of money and I bent down to get it, making sure he could get a good look down my shirt.

France's smirk only grew as I did this. But I saw a longing in his eyes that satisfied me. It must have been almost painful to hold back.

I scooted my chair a bit closer to his and I asked him, "So how has your country been doing?" I subtly put my hand on his knee.

"Good so far. Hopefully, that former delinquent, England, won't ruin it for me." France grumbled. He obviously didn't notice my hand on his knee. He'll notice in a bit, I promise you that.

I slid my hand up a little, higher, but France still didn't notice.

"Do you countries always argue at the world meetings? I'm always hearing about you and England nearly strangling each other." I slid my hand up to France's inner thigh and his breath caught in his throat.

"What can I say, (y/n)? He's an imbécile, he deserves to be strangled." France stuttered.

I suddenly pulled my hand away and France looked so disappointed, I almost laughed.

"I'm going to see what's going on with the gamblers over there. I'll be back." I purred, my French accent added to the effect. I rose from my seat and I made sure that Spain and Prussia weren't looking as I headed to the exit. As I passed France's seat, I slid my hand along his belt. My fingers scarcely touched his lower back under his shirt.

Instead of going to the gambling table, I slipped to the exit. France was eyeing every move I made, so I gestured with my finger. I then went out of the bar and I sat in the front seat, keeping my eyes on the door.

After a few minutes, France was quickly exiting the bar and he nearly ran to my car. He jumped in next to me with pure passion in his eyes.

“Mon amour, I have never met a woman like you in all of my life.” France said and he immediately pulled me into a deep kiss.

I got into it immediately, for I have never felt so strongly for a man. My heart beat at a rapid pace as I attempted to pull him closer, but it was somewhat difficult.

I whispered in his ear, “I think we need to move things to the back seat, ma sexy Français.” I unwillingly pulled back, but I climbed into the back seat without difficulty.

“Of course, (y/n).”

Once France was beside me, I pinned him to the seat by his shoulders.

He laughed his signature French laugh and said, “I believe we are both going to enjoy this, ma chérie.”

“I know we are.” I growled in his ear. I instantly planted my lips on his neck. I kissed it roughly along with a few nips and left love marks in an attempt to find his soft spot.

France chuckled and said, “You’ll never find-” He let out a low moan as I bit his new-found soft spot. I sucked and nipped the spot, which made his breathing quicken.

Suddenly, I was shoved back and pinned to the seat. “Mon tour.” He purred in my ear.

Instead of going to my neck, he slid his hands up and down my curves. Occasionally, his fingers scarcely touch my inner thighs; I gasped every time he did so.

Oh, things were going to go far tonight. Very. far.

I Thought You Said Forever {Italy x Reader Sad Oneshot}

I was stirring the pasta that I was making for Italy and I. Italy and I had gotten engaged a few months ago, and we were set to get married in two weeks. I love the Italian very much, I would do anything for him.

Suddenly, someone wrapped their arms around my waist and put their head on my shoulder. I tensed up.

"Ciao, (y/n) Vargas." Italy whispered in my ear. I gasped in surprise, but it only took me half a second to relax.

"Don't come up behind me like that! And that's (y/n) (l/n) to you, we're not married yet." I scolded, but I gave him a quick kiss. "The pasta will be ready soon. What you can do is set the table." I said with a warm smile.

Italy looked disappointed as he moped into the dining room to set the table. "I'll be waiting for your delicious pasta, bella!"

I laughed quietly to myself and said, "I love you, my Italy."

After about five minutes, the pasta was finished. It smelled delicious; I couldn't wait to see Italy's face when I tried it.

I filled two bowls with pasta and some sauce. I wish I could have added some meatballs or something, but I didn't have any meat.

I lifted both bowls and I began to walk to the dining room. Suddenly, my legs locked and everything blurred. I dropped the pasta bowls and they shattered on the hardwood, much to my dismay. I fell to the ground and landed on my side, which hurt. A lot.

Italy rushed into the kitchen. "(Y/n)! What's wrong, bella?" Italy exclaimed. "Does anything hurt. Can you get up?"

I tried to push myself back up, but my arms had become extremely weak. I could hardly move them.

"What's going on?" I asked. My voice sounded a bit different.

Italy put a hand on my forehead. "You're burning up! Don't worry, (y/n) I'll get you upstairs and I'll call someone!"

Italy picked me up and I felt like a rag doll. I put my head on his chest and I breathed slowly and carefully. Just as he got to the bottom of the stairs, I blacked out.



Sweat trickled down my forehead. The heat I was experiencing was unbearable. I don’t know how I got this sickness, but it was the worst I’ve ever gotten. I looked around and saw that I was in Italy and I's bed. I was so weak, I could hardly move. I closed my eyes, for it was hard to keep them open.

“Her fever won’t go away, China!”

“Just a second, Italy! You European countries are so impatient!” China said as he rushed in with broth that had herbs or whatever. China was my best friend and he was also one of the more mature countries, so of course Italy called for his assistance.

Suddenly, my body was racked with a cough. I spit out some blood and my heart was racing.

“China! What’s wrong with (y/n)?!” Italy cried out as he tilted my head up. "Don't die (y/n), please!"

I cracked my eyes open and I whispered, "I won't die, Italy. We'll be together forever..." I closed my heavy eyes and tried to calm my heart.

I could feel literal pain in my chest; I was in agony. I coughed again and there was more blood that spilled from my mouth.

"I don't think any of my medicines can fix this! I need to call a doctor, now!" China exclaimed as he scrambled to the phone that was on the other side of the room. I could only open my eyes for seconds at a time.

China called a number and he was soon speaking in frantic Chinese. I understood some parts of what he was saying, but I was so out of it, I could hardly translate it at all.

Italy had my weak, pale right hand in both of his. He held it to his forehead as he cried quietly. I tried to say something, but nothing came out. Not even a whisper.

I felt China's prescence beside me before he said, "I called the paramedics, they're on their way. I'm sure she'll be ok, Italy."

Instead of a nod of the head, Italy was singing.

"Draw a circle that's the Earth, draw a circle that's the Earth, draw a circle that's the Earth, I am Hetalia..." Italy sang, but his voice was cracking and he was still crying, but the intensity and emotion had increased. I could only catch a few words.

Everything began to dim again and my breathing went faster as I heard sirens.

I heard China yell, "They're here!"

Before I blacked out, the last thing I felt were Italy's hands leaving mine.


~Third Person POV~


Overtime, (y/n)'s condition began to improve in the hospital. Not even the doctors could find out what sickness she had, but it looked like their treatments were working. China had a feeling that something wasn't right, so he went through any medical books and records he could find. From library books to ancient Chinese and a bit of Japanese scrolls.

Italy had gathered the pieces of the bowls that (y/n) had accidentally dropped and shattered when she first got sick. They both kept forgetting to glue them together, but they swore to do so before they got married.

Italy got into bed with his soon-to-be bride. Their wedding was in not even a week.

He gave her a kiss on the lips and said, "You're going to be mine soon, (y/n)."

(Y/n) smiled and said, "I'm already yours, but I will be forever."

"Forever? Promise?" Italy said with his eyes shining.

She smiled and said, "Yes. We'll be together forever." (Y/n) yawned and closed her eyes.


~Timeskip~


Italy opened his eyes and yawned. He had a good nights sleep; he didn't wake up at all.

(Y/n) had rolled over during the night, and she was sleeping so soundly.

"Morning, bella..." Italy said and he wrapped his arms around her.

Italy gasped and pulled back instantly. (Y/n)'s body was ice cold.

He rolled her body over to face him and she was as white as paper. She didn't move. She didn't breathe. Though it looked like she was sleeping, she had died.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n), wake up! Wake up!" Italy cried out as he shook her. She didn't wake up. Italy denied that she had died. He tried his hardest to believe that she was alive.

Italy sprung from the bed and almost fell as he got the phone.

He dialed Germany's number and waited for him to pick up.

"Guten tag, Italy. What do you want?" Germany finally answered.

Italy yelled frantically into the phone, "(Y/n)'s not moving! She's not breathing! She's really cold and I can't wake her up and-"

"I'm on my way over." Germany said firmly and he hung up.

Italy went back over to her body and he burst into tears.

"Please don't be dead bella, don't be dead..." Italy cried and cried and he pulled her into his lap as if he was holding her as his bride.

"I will love you forever and ever. You're the sauce to my pasta, the clouds to my sky, and the colors to my rainbow. You are my everything, and I will never let you go." Italy kept reciting his wedding vows over and over to her and he sobbed between every few words.

"Italy, where are you?!" Italy heard Germany yell.

Italy could only answer with a loud cry.

He heard Germany's quick, thundering steps and the bedroom door opened.

Germany's face instantly fell as he saw the heart-wrenching scene.

"(Y/n), no..." Germany whispered and he sat down beside Italy. A single tear fell down Germany's cheek as he pulled Italy and (y/n)'s body into a hug.

Suddenly, the door nearly exploded open.

"We need to get (y/n) to the hospital! The sickness she has gets better, but then it kills her later on! Come on, hurry-" China yelled. But he cut himself off and instantly started crying when he saw Germany and Italy holding (y/n)'s body.

When all of the other countries were told that the wedding was cancelled, they were disappointed. But when they were told why, their hearts shattered. (Y/n) was a friend to them all. Now that her prescence was no longer there, nothing was the same.

Italy walked into the graveyard and straight to his lover's grave. He put a box that held the shards of the broken bowls on the grave and sat beside it.

Silent tears fell down his cheeks before he whispered, "I thought you said forever..."