Ready or Not | Hetalia x Reader Soulmate AU
Soulmates. Such a fickle thing. Its so easy to believe in something when you see the numbers on your wrist tick down. It's physical proof that there's someone out there for you. At least that's what you were told growing up.
You had no reason to not believe it after all. Your parents were soulmates, still hanging on strong after a few decades together. Their love was one you longed for. The romance never fizzled out. Of course it ebbed and flowed like anything else but at the end of the day, it was them against the world.
Your life was normal, nothing special. You had a few friends and your hobbies and that made you content. Did you really need someone to feel fulfilled?
As you grew you realized a few of your friends parents were divorced despite being soulmates. It didnt make sense to you when you were young. Shouldn't the time signify an everlasting love? Like your parents? No, unfortunately, your parents were just lucky.
Some ended before they started. Either someone wasn't born with a number (science still didnt understand how this happened), one of the partners died before they truly got to spend time together, or they just didnt have a spark.
The older you got, the more jaded you became to the idea. Why did the universe have to pick your soulmate? Why couldn't you? Would your soulmate even want you? Or would it just end in bad feelings and bitterness?
You slammed your hand down onto your alarm clock as it screeched at you. You stared at the ceiling for a moment, forcing yourself to stay awake. You looked down at your clock. Twelve hours to go. You sighed. You unlocked your phone and started reading your messages. The group chat with your friends was already blowing up.
Your friends questioned how you were doing. Were you nervous? Excited? Indifferent? You weren't even sure yourself. Part of you wanted to not care but part of you, the little kid in you, held optimism. Maybe this wouldn't be such a bad thing. What's life if not an adventure?
You reluctantly pulled your sheets back, sitting up and stretching. You had a little bit before you needed to get ready for work. A shower would be a nice start though.
You showered, music playing through your phone in an attempt to wake you up more. You pulled on a pair of loose shorts and a tshirt, heading to your kitchen to make something to eat and drink. You made your food and started to eat, your leg bouncing slightly.
You finished eating and cleaned up, noticing you needed to get ready for work. You dressed in your uniform, fixing your hair and outfit to your liking. Then you pulled your shoes on and grabbed your purse and keys, heading to your car.
You glanced at your wrist again. Ten hours. A soft sigh left you as you started your car. It was an old, junky sort of car but it was yours. It got you where you needed to go. Usually. The engine nearly refused to turn over but gave in after a couple of tries. Typical. You made your way to the coffee shop.
Your shift was normal, nothing out of the ordinary. The only interesting thing was your friend teasing you about your soulmate. Her parents were seperated (never having had been married) and she loathed the idea of having a soulmate herself. But you? You were fair game. You didnt mind though. It eased your nerves.
You hung your apron up as your shift ended. You had agreed to work a little later than usual and the sun was setting as you exited the café. Your wrist said thirty minutes. You'd be home in thirty minutes, whether your soulmate was there or not.
You got in your car and sighed softly. You stuck your key into the ignition and turned it. It ticked, refusing to turn over. Another try. Nothing. One more try. Still nothing. You groaned and tried once more. It not only didnt turn over, but black smoke billowed out from under your hood.
"Of-fucking-course." You sighed, popping the trunk. You may have had no idea what you were looking at but hey, at least nothing was on fire. You stood for a minute, contemplating what to do. You landed on walking home. Not that you had much of a choice. You didnt feel like bothering anyone for a ride. It wasn't the first time youd had to walk to and/or from work.
You closed the lid and locked it before shoving the key into your pocket and heading for your house. The air was slowly cooling as the sun dipped and the moon rose. You began to get lost in your thoughts. How much would a tow cost? Would your boss mind if you left it in the parking lot til payday? It was just a few days away.
As you walked you bumped into someone, muttering an apology before something stopped you. A light electric shock ran up your arm. It didnt hurt, more as if to get your attention. You looked up and instantly understood.
