It's a rainbow sanic here, TIS IS MY FIRST EVER REQUEST ON A BLOG YIPEE IM FROTHING RAHHHHH
If you pretty please with a cherry on top don't mind....
-Any Hetalia character(ur choice who fits this well) x reader
-Scenario:How would they love with a hauntingly beautiful reader? But a forgetful face?....Someone you CLICK with instantly, every time they look at their direction the light and things around them just seems to be perfectly highlighting them...EXCEPT their face...like it's so blurry...and at the end of the day when the reader bid's farewell, they dissapear, no contact after, no information found, no matter how hard they try.
-In a bad summary: Reader is 'The One That Got Away' for the chosen Hetalia characters..
(My English is horrendous... Sorry for yapping too long 😔)
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Of course!!! I did both Hetalia and Latin Hetalia characters for this because I found it interesting!
I hope this is good, Rainbow Anon!
Characters featured, (Hetalia) America, Norway, Russia, Lithuania and Prussia!
(Latin Hetalia) Argentina, Chile, Bolivia and Paraguay!
America—— Alfred was used to loud, flashy people, but for some reason— he noticed you, you could’ve been loud and flashy, but everything in his memory was a blur. Especially your face. He truly believed you were a soft starlight in human form. Pure and beautiful, and yet he couldn’t remember much about you. Everything was easy, your conversations melted so easily like velvet, the laughs, the little comments, the spark. But moments after your departure, he was at a loss, your face was just a blur. A single goodbye and you just disappeared, like stardust.
Norway—— There was something quiet about you, something still. You didn’t try to stand out — you just existed, like you were a magical creature of his imagination. Lukas wasn’t someone easily shaken, but you got under his skin in the gentlest way. He remembered the way your presence felt like a shift in the air. Soft. Strange. Familiar. But your face? It never came through. Even in the moment, it was like trying to remember a dream while still dreaming. And after you left, there was nothing. No name. No trace. Just a lingering feeling, like someone had whispered your name to the fairy’s before they pulled you away.
Russia—— Being near you was like stepping out into spring after a long winter. Ivan didn’t expect it — not from a stranger, not from someone who made him feel so oddly safe. He remembered how calm everything felt around you, your raw and haunting beauty. You spoke softly, but the words carried weight. Like they were meant just for him. And then, you were gone. He tried to replay your voice, the warmth of your smile — but your face? Always lost in the blur. Like a ghost of something precious, impossible to hold onto. It felt cruel, how much it hurt to forget someone he never really knew.
Lithuania—— There was a comfort in your presence that Toris couldn’t explain. Like you’d always been meant to cross paths, like he already knew you — just didn’t remember how. He still hears little delicate shards of your laugh, the way you listened like every word mattered. You made him feel seen. But your face was always slipping out of focus, like water through his hands. The moment you said goodbye, it was as if the world swallowed you whole. No trace, no name, not even a shadow left behind. And yet, he still finds himself looking for you in passing crowds, hoping.
Prussia—— You weren’t supposed to mean anything. Just another awesome person, a fun conversation, maybe a little flirting. But you got in deep, and fast. Gilbert remembers how everything felt easier with you — no games, no masks. Just real. He swears you laughed at his dumbest joke like it was the best thing you’d heard all day. He felt… known. But now, the memory’s like a book with the pages ripped out. He remembers the feeling, the beauty, the connection — but not your face. Not your name. You disappeared before he could admit it mattered. Now it’s too late. And he hates that.
Latin Hetalia
Argentina—— You burned bright — not in a loud way, but like a quiet fire that draws you in without trying. Martín remembers being pulled toward you from across the room, like gravity had decided you were more important than anything else. Everything felt natural. He didn’t need to try. You teased him, challenged him, laughed with him like you’d known each other for years. But when he woke up the next morning, all he had was this ache in his chest — and a blank where your face should’ve been. He’s tried everything to find you. But people like you aren’t meant to stay.
Chile—— You were calm. Steady. Like the sea before a storm — the kind of quiet that demands attention without making a sound. Manuel didn’t talk much, but somehow you made the silence feel full instead of awkward. He remembers watching you speak, listening more than he ever does. And then, just like that, you were gone. It wasn’t dramatic. Just a simple goodbye and an emptiness that followed. Your face? He never really saw it. Even now, it’s a beautiful blur, like the edges of a dream he can’t pull back into focus. And yet, you’re still the only person he’s thinking about.
Bolivia—— You weren’t flashy, you didn’t have to be. There was a quiet kind of pull about you — something real, something warm. Julito remembers the way you made space for him without asking anything in return. Everything about you felt genuine. But even then, he struggled to place your face. It was like his memory skipped it on purpose. After you left, he realized he didn’t even know your name. And still, it hit him harder than goodbyes usually do. He keeps thinking he’ll spot you again — that somehow the universe will give him another chance. It never does.
Paraguay—— Daniel wasn’t looking for anything. He doesn’t usually feel things this fast, not really. But you? You got to him. You didn’t demand space — you had it. Effortless. The way you looked at him made him feel like he mattered, and he hadn’t realized how rare that was. But the moment you were gone, everything unraveled. Your voice stuck around in fragments, but your face? It never stayed. Not even in his dreams. Just a feeling. A weight. Dani doesn’t talk about it much, but he still looks around every time he walks down that street, just in case you come back.
Sorry that it’s all males, I can do an all female version if requested!
Well…for some strange reason, I fell back into the Hetalia fandom. I've always had a Chile headcanon, and this would be a chibi sketch of it.
I've been absent due to my vulnerable mental state. But I'm already on medication to get better. ✨
Even though you all hate me for it, I really like Switzerland…it could be a fun dynamic with Chile, like Andes x Alps…I don't know (I'm also basing this on the good trade ties they have and also on Swiss emigration to Chile during times of war in the past). But I know the fandom loves the Argentina and Chile dynamic more. Hahaha, well, I guess I'll be the weird one here! 〜(￣▽￣〜)
