War Torn {Germany x Reader Sad Oneshot}

WARNING: Sad and short

I was fighting in World War Two alongside the Axis Countries, despite the fact that I was female. I was just as good as any male.

I reloaded my gun and shot at some men who were charging at my group of soldiers. They jerked and fell to the ground. I felt confident that Germany, Japan, and Italy would win this battle.

As the Allies began to retreat, one of the enemy soldiers threw a grenade. I caught it and threw it back, but as my arm was in the air after the grenade, there was a loud gunshot and I fell to the ground. Blood gushed from my chest and I covered the wound with my hands to stop the bleeding. It was a sad attempt.

My group of soldiers had already ran back to the Axis, ready to receive orders. My eyes filled with tears because of the pain. I knew this was an injury I wouldn’t be coming back from.

I didn’t want to die. I didn’t want to leave the countries; they were my family. But Germany was my lover. He had been at my side when I needed him from the start and I was at his. I admitted that I loved him while we were alone in his house. He said he returned my feelings. We’ve been with each other ever since.

I didn’t want to leave him. “I want to live…” I whispered.

~Timeskip~

The Axis had won this battle, and the soldiers had gathered around their leaders, waiting for their orders.

Germany stood and yelled to his soldiers, “Go and find the bodies, we need to know who we’ve lost!” He realized that he didn’t see his lover, (y/n). He shook his head and thought nothing of it. She was probably already looking over the bodies.

Germany, Italy, and Japan walked onto the battle field, looking at the mangled bodies of their and the Allies' soldiers. Germany knelt beside a body and tilted his head. It was one of the stronger soldiers.

"Strength of a soldier does nothing if the soldier has no wit." Germany repeated the words that (y/n) had said to him before the battle started. This fallen soldier had little wit, but he was respected, nonetheless.

Suddenly, Germany heard a cough and a gasp of pain. He stood quickly and followed the pained noises. He saw a body that was wrenched with coughs and the soldiers hands were covered in their own blood. He ran closer to see who it was.

Germany cried out as he recognized (y/n). He ran over to her and knelt down.

"Germany..." She whispered, raising a bloodied hand to caress his cheek. "We won..."

"I know, liebe. We have to get you to the medic, he'll save you!" Germany exclaimed as he readied to pick her up.

"No...! Ludwig..." (Y/n) called him by his human name. "You know I can't come back from this..."

"No... No, no you're not going to die!" Germany protested. He began to cry as he held her close. "Please don't die..."

(Y/n) coughed again and blood trickled from her mouth. "Ich liebe dich... Ludwig..." She said as her eyes slowly closed. Her hand dropped from Germany's cheek and to the ground. (Y/n)'s last breath left her mouth. Her heart stopped beating. (Y/n) died.

Germany sobbed into her neck as he picked her up. "No, no..." He whispered between sobs.

He carried her body back to where the soldiers and where Italy and Japan were waiting. They were shocked to see their collegue's lover's body in his arms. Germany had a grim look on his face as tears fell from his cheeks.

"Ich liebe dich, (y/n)." Germany whispered into her hair.

Germany was so depressed after he lost (y/n), the battles that were waged against him were ones that he lost almost all the time. He pretty much stopped trying because (y/n) was not at his side.

On the day that he lost (y/n), he may have won the battle, but Germany felt like he lost the entire war before it actually ended.

I'm Ending It {England x Reader Sad Oneshot}

(This is in a high school setting, but we are still using England instead of Arthur, ok? WARNING: Sad and short.)

I curled up in a ball and cried. People at my high school called me names again. They tripped me and I fell and hit my head on a desk and it hurt like hell. I had already cut my arms when I got home and the blood was smearing onto my clothes and on my skin, but it wasn't helping this time.

Even though I had the love of my life, England, I was still depressed all the time. I felt safe only when I was with him. Every other moment I was scared. I lived in fear and depression. I didn't want it anymore.

I picked up my cell phone and called him. When he didn't pick up, I left a message. At that point, I was sobbing.

"England, I need you! They bullied me again and I don't know what to do. I already cut, and it's not working! I-I just want it all to be over, I can't take this anymore! I just want them to leave me alone, I don't know what's wrong with me! I'm ending it all...!" I yelled and sobbed into the phone while leaving a message. I hung up and threw the phone onto my bed.

I grabbed my razor and I scored it across my left wrist over and over, crying out every time it sliced my skin.

The amount of blood looked like it would never end. Soon, I was weak from blood loss and I was getting really dizzy. I slumped on the floor and my vision blurred with tears.

“At least it’s ending…” I whispered as everything faded.

~Third Person POV~

England pulled out his phone and saw that he had a missed call from (y/n) and she had left a message.

America was acting wild again, and he was being quite loud. They were at a burger shop, and of course America had ordered a burger while England ordered some sort of salad.

“Shut up, you git! I need to listen to a message.” England snapped.

“Is it from (y/n)?” America said in a cute voice.

England had a poker face as he said, “Yes, now shut it.”

He began listening to the message, and his eyes soon widened in horror.

“Dude, what’s wrong?” America asked, leaning closer.

America paled as he heard the words coming from the cell phone.

“I-I just want it all to be over, I can't take this anymore! I just want them to leave me alone, I don't know what's wrong with me! I'm ending it all...!”

“I have to go find her!” England began running from the burger shop, leaving his salad uneaten.

After a few minutes, England got to her door step. The door was locked. England slammed into the door and it broke open. (Hey, even England can get shit done when he puts himself into it.)

“(y/n)?! Where are you?!” England screamed as he checked the kitchen, the bathroom, the office. He ran up to her room and threw the door open.

“(Y/N)!!!” England screamed again as he ran over to (y/n)’s body. He was horrified at the blood on the carpet and on her, but he fell to his knees by her without a care.

England lifted her into his arms and held her like he would a small child. He cried softly into her hair, whispering “No, (y/n), no…” over and over.

America appeared at her door and he gasped. (It was a manly gasp, ok?)

“Oh my God…” America whispered, his voice wavering a bit.

When all of the countries heard of (y?n)’s suicide, nothing was ever the same. They were all better off than England. He hardly ever talked. He hardly ever argued with France anymore.

After (y/n) died, it was as if he died, too.  

Hetalia Fan Fictions/Oneshots!

Smithers here! I'l be posting my Hetalia writings on this blog! Fanfictions and oneshots are provided :3 Some may be sad, others will be totally cute and fluffy. Request in comments! (By the way, oneshots will almost always be reader inserts unless they are requests. Look for the (y/n), which means your name.)

Requests must include looks, name, and what Hetalia character you would like to be paired with. Oh, and the situation :3 every oneshot/ fanfiction will come with music that you can play. Requests can include songs, but that's optional.