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I have another request, I thought about this long and hard...so reader with any hetalia character(u choose hehe) that is their first ever live? Hetalia character: new country new opportunities type of era for them, then boom love life of the century with the reader...sadly the reader dies early and painfully which hurts them... They may try to find another to love but they always compare the new one to the reader, that's HOW MUCH they've made an impact... BUT THEN, after a failed relationship from a previous lover...the reader comes back! Like reincarnated, the reader doesn't remember anything about (hetalia character), they fall in love again, butttt reader dies even more painfully. Cycle repeats(they love, reader die, hetalia character wait for them again).
+it's like fate playing them, being a country like that with basically immortality... The power will get to their head ofcourse, what if every bad thing they do as a country(start wars, imprisons someone wrongfully, etc..) is a year added to when reader comes back to them?
Ex:Hetalia ch start war with another country over something petty, many people hurt(cuz war), +10 years till they meet reader again :D
+if they do good(common good)-1 day,(global good)-4 month till they meet reader again...
How would they yearn for the reader? How do they suffer(angst angst angst muehehehehe)? Whose character will go on a good streak just to see the reader earlier(and longer, more good= the reader will have more days to live, do bad= it lessens.)
-SORRY FOR YAPPING SO LONG! DO THIS IF YOU'RE COMFORTABLE! not really that good at English, LOVE UR WRITING! I luv ur writing muehehehhe
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Of course!! I kinda got your idea so I hope I did it justice, Rainbow anon!!
This contains Prussia, Canada, (Latin Hetalia) Uruguay and Norway!
Prussia— You were the only thing softer than war. The only person who touched him without fear. Gilbert was sharp edges and iron walls, but you—somehow you slipped between the cracks. He still remembers the way you laughed like you belonged in his chest. But your death? That was a bloodstain on his soul. The first time, he raged for decades. The second time, he tried being good, kissing every stranger’s cheek like it would erase the wait. But fate keeps the clock running, and every mistake he makes stretches the space between you. And he always makes mistakes.
Canada— You saw him. That was all it took. In a world where he blended into the fog, you looked at him like he mattered. Matthew held onto you like breath, quiet and careful, afraid you’d vanish if he blinked. But illness took you anyway—slow, cruel, inevitable. He begged the universe for mercy, offered every good deed like a bribe. But fate only smiles, and every time he falters, every time he’s forgotten, it pushes you further away. Still, when you come back, he falls like he never learned. You always die. He always waits.
Uruguay(Latin Hetalia)— You made life feel like a rebellion. The world tried to crush him under bigger empires, but you made existing feel worth it. He grinned, he fought, he kissed you like it would keep time still. But it never does. Your death was an accident, but the scars felt intentional. He covers the ache with jokes, with music, with a smirk—but when he’s alone, he counts the years. He does good, sometimes, because it brings you closer. Other times? He burns bridges just to feel something. But no matter how many cycles, it’s always you, always dying, always slipping through his fingers.
Norway— You were quiet, otherworldly. Like fate stitched you together from sea-foam and myths just to haunt him. Lukas doesn’t fall easily, but you? You were inevitable. He remembers the weight of your presence, the softness tucked behind your eyes. But your face? It’s always fog. And when you drown, when the sea takes you again, it feels like the gods are laughing. So he waits. Fixes things. Whispers spells. Shaves years off the clock with every good deed, desperate to see you sooner. But the price never changes—you die. You forget him. And he’s left with a hollow space only you ever fill.
