Hetalia x Reader: We're Fading P.1

 

     The tall man with the scarf had his back turned to you as you got closer. You immediately recognized the man as Russia. When you stopped behind him, he turned to you and gave you a soft smile. "Privet [Name]!" he greeted.

 

     "Privet Ivan! What are you doing in my dream?" You then saw Russia's expression turn serious. He played with the end of his scarf and looked at the ground. 

     "You still remember all of us countries, da?"

     "Of course!" you exclaimed. Wait, how was Russia talking to you in a dream if he's just a figment of imagination? It felt so real, if you reached out to touch him, you could probably feel the soft fabric.

     Russia then took a deep breath and sighed. "We're fading, [Name]. People in your world slowly forget of our humanly existence. Your one of the few people who actually prevent us from disappearing," he said sadly. You opened your mouth to say something, but Russia turned around. You thought you heard him talking to himself. He then nodded to the air and turned back to you. "England told me something bad will happen tomorrow at your school, sunflower. Here, take this and never take it off." Ivan then unwrapped his scarf that was adorned around his neck and wrapped it around yours.

     "I-Ivan? But I don't get it!" you said in confusion as you adjusted the scarf around your neck. The ends of the sleeves were just about one centimeter above the dirty ground. Ivan just smiled at you.

     "Don't worry, we will tell you more when we find you. You can give me back the scarf when we meet each other in real life," he said and turned around. He then started to walk away.

     "Wait, Ivan!" you called out to him as you reached out for him but he then suddenly melted into the wind. You let your arm drop back down to your side. "Ivan. . ."

 

 

 

     You then jolted up in your bed. You looked around and saw that you were back in your room. You punched your pillow in anger. 'Dang it! It was just a dream!' you thought sadly. You then felt something around your neck. You shot up your hand to your neck and looked down at the same time. A pinkish white scarf was wrapped around you neck, keeping it warm. It had a faint smell of vodka and flowers. It was the scarf Russia's older sister Ukraine gave to him when Russia was just a small nation. 

     "[Name]! Your breakfast is getting cold!" you heard your mother call up from downstairs in the kitchen. Oh, no! You forgot about school! 

     You then rushed to get your school uniform on and managed to put on the top without removing the scarf. When you were done, you grabbed the brush on the stand and ran out your bedroom door and started to rush down the stairs, brushing your hair at the same time. You jumped the last few steps and quickly went to the kitchen and sat down. A plate of toast with butter on top of in sat in front of you. Setting the brush aside, you quickly gobbled up the toast and washed your hands. You then ran back upstairs and brushed your teeth.

     "Okay, I'm going now!" you said to your mom as you picked up your [f/c] bag from the floor. 

     "Where do you think your going with that scarf?" your mother said as she held the other end of the scarf. 

     You turned around. "Mother, please let go of the scarf. It's possible that it's going to get cold on the way to school and I just wanted to be prepared," you lied to her. She then reluctantly let go of the scarf and waved you off.

     "Hey [Name], why are you wearing that ridiculous scarf? It's HOT in here!" your friend [fr/n] said as she looked at your scarf. You shrugged.

     "I have to. But whatever you do, don't touch the scarf," you said in warning.

     [fr/n] then smirked at you and grabbed the end of your scarf and laughed out loud. You then snapped her head towards her and glared at her. "I thought I said not to touch the scarf!" you growled.

     She instantly let go of the scarf and backed away slightly. "Whoa, calm down!"

     "That's what I thought. Now, let's get to class." As you walked, you got weird stares from other students. You thought of taking it off, but Ivan told you not to take it off. You then remembered that Ivan warned you that something bad will happen during class. What was going to happen? 

     

     "Okay, now turn to page two-hundred ninety-six. We are now going to learn about World War Two." A bunch of groans erupted from from the current History class you were in. You silently fist pumped. This was going to be so easy to get an A in. 

     "Before we read," the History teacher started. "Would anyone tell me about what you know about World War Two?" You looked around and saw that no one raised your hand. You smirked. This was your time to shine.

     You shot your hand up. Your friend who sat next to you gave you a weird look. "You actually study this?" she whispered to you.

     "Shut up. War is interesting to me," you whispered back to her. Plus you learn some history from Hetalia.

     "[Name]," your teacher called.

     "One of the reasons why WW Two started was because Italy wanted to be awarded with more territory and wanting to be a world power. The Axis consisted mainly of Japan, Germany, and Italy. They made the Tripartite Pact. France and Great Britain declared war on Germany. The Allies were mainly America, Russia, China, France, and United Kingdom. America however declared himself neutral when the war started, but when Japan attacked Pearl Harbor, America declared war against him, joining the fight. The long war then ended with Japan's surrender," you said. You would go into more detail, but would take up most of the class time.

     The teacher looked at your with a surprised face and then nodded. "Very. . . good [Name]!"

     "How do you know all of this?" your friend asked you. 

     "Hetalia," you answered and rolled your eyes. Didn't your friend know about Hetalia? You would always talk about it. 

     "What's that?" 

     "WHAT?!" you exclaimed loudly. "How can you NOT know what it is?! We would always talk about it!"

     A strange smell then slowly filled the room. Something told you that you cannot breath it in. 'Something bad is going to happen.' you recalled Russia's words. You then pulled his favorite scarf over your mouth and nose so you wouldn't inhale the horrid scent. You looked around and saw people slumped over in their seat. You then turned to your friend just in time to see her close her eyes and let out a soft snore. "Vas zhe hell?" you said, accidentally saying it with a German accent. 

     You quickly got up from your seat. Your slightly got dizzy but quickly recovered. You ran towards the door and reached out to open the door. You threw the door open and ran out into the hallway. You then pulled the scarf away from your mouth and took a deep breath. A weird scent made it's way to you and then your vision started to swirl. "Verdammt," you swore at yourself as you slowly fell to the floor.