Hetalia x Reader: We're Fading P.8

     "Holy Roman Empire?"

 

     The infamous HRE just smiled softly at you. The wind then blew, making his black cloak that he was wearing flow slowly to the right, along with your hair. The leaves on the ground, along with the grass and flowers, also flowed with the wind peacefully. You just stared wide-eyed at the once young nation, who stood older than the one you saw in the anime. 

 

     "Hello, [Name]," he greeted with a soft voice. You felt another strange feeling of familiarity, and felt yourself get all giddy on the inside. You couldn't tell, but Holy Roman Empire's voice sounded like it had an accent mixed with a German and Italian one. And it didn't help that he had a similar face to Germany's. You just nodded, unable to process words. HRE laughed a little and then started to walk closer to you. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

 

     "A-a while?" you repeated when you manage to recollect your voice. You saw him nod at you then give out a sad expression. 

 

     "Yeah," he said. "A long time. I don't think I saw you since during the war..." He looked back up at you, and you saw tears in his eyes. HRE to you seemed like those strong people, but seeing him tear up wanted you to tear up too. He smiled sadly. "But, you probably won't remember." 

     "I-I'm confused," you say while grasping your head and looking at the ground. "That man said that I'm not to exist. Prussia said that it might be similar to what happened to him. But, I don't remember anything much of when I was younger..."

 

     "I know," HRE said. You looked back up at him and saw that the blonde had a slightly serious look. "Would you like me to explain what I know?" he asked you. 

     "Please do," you say. HRE then nodded and then clapped his hands, the sound echoing in the air. Two chairs with cushions then appeared between you. You slightly jumped back, HRE just took a seat. He sighed and took off his hat, revealing his blonde hair that was the same as Ludwig's, except that his hair wasn't slick. 

 

     "Where do I start?" you heard HRE murmur to himself. 

 

     "Maybe you could start with the disappearing thing?" you suggested. He looked up at you slightly surprised, then nodded. Damn, he's matured a lot. you thought.

 

     "Like the man said, you weren't suppose to exist during this time anymore. But, I prevented that." Your eyes slightly widened, and you gave out a look of confusion. How could of HRE prevented something like that? Not exist in this time? Before you could say anything, your friend continued calmly. "Back then, during my time, you used to be a nation. Like me and Italy. Italy didn't meet you back then, but I did. It was during the war I was sent off to. 

 

     "I was really young back then, not really knowing much. But during that time, we had to ride the horses to travel. We did, but that was the first time I tried riding the horse. But, somehow we got ambushed. I lost my horse and couldn't catch up to the rest of my army. But..." HRE paused right there, and you leaned in in excitement. You wanted to know what happened next. You saw him smile slightly. "You brought my horse back. The girl with [h/c] hair and [e/c] eyes. You were a willed person then, and strong. Like Hungary, back then. You then led me back to my group. I was really thankful. But, you said that the only way for me to repay you was to let you join in the war."

 

     "Wow," you said in amusement. "I must of been an awesome country back then."

 

     "Yeah," HRE agreed. "You were. You were slightly shorter than me, but you could take down two people.

 

     "But, after the war. . . You suddenly disappeared. I looked everywhere for you, but I couldn't find you. But somehow I. . . disappeared, too. A giant bowl of years passed, and then you suddenly appeared again, a few years back."

     "A few years back?" you said. HRE nodded. "But, that was the time when I started school. And started watching Hetalia."

 

     "That's right. But, you didn't have any parents." Your eyes widened. You didn't have any parents back then?! 

 

     "B-but what about- I mean, I saw my parents just two days ago!" you exclaimed.

     "You knew magic. You felt lonely, you used magic to create them. It was pretty powerful, because you made them look like two real humans. But, something went wrong in the process, you lost your memory a few days after." 

     "Wait," you said. "What about you helping me from disappearing?"

 

     "Oh, right," HRE said. "Almost forgot. Right before you disappeared, I met this person. That person said that they would be able to make you reappear again. With a price. But, being the foolish person I was back then," the blonde said, chuckling. "I told him to do it. But, I found out later what the price was. It was that I won't be able to be by your side again. It was okay with me though, at least you were alive. And I would watch over you."

     You were slightly confused about this information, but you nodded as if you understood. "So, Al said that I'm somehow connected to the two p's. How is that possible?" You saw Holy Roman Empire's eyes slightly widen, and you began to feel sorry for asking that question. "I-I'm sorry for asking..."

 

     "No, no. It's okay," he assured you. He then looked slightly at his lap, as if he didn't really like this question. "About the two p thing, it happened after the magic parent thing. There was an incident that you somehow got involved in it."

     "What kind of incident?" you pressed. Were you really a troublemaker back then?

 

     "A street fight. You were dragged into it, unwillingly. You were trying to help stop the violence, but you accidentally got punched in the face. Oliver, who had been standing on the side then, then jumped in."

 

     As he described the scene, you images flickered through your mind. Oliver jumping in front of you, punching the man who had accidentally punched you. The scene blurry, but you manage to make out a few words. "How dare you hit a lady!" you heard him faintly say. 

 

     You chuckled a little, seeing how easily Oliver was riled up just because of that. "I remember a little. Allan and Matthieu got in a fight with a gang who almost killed their friends, right?"

 

     HRE nodded. "Yes, his friends almost got killed before. I think their names were Gilen and Andres." 

 

     A picture of a man with tied back silver hair and blue eyes appeared in your mind. He had a few scars on his face. The man wore a white uniform, that showed no dirt marks, similar to the Teutonic Knights uniform. Gilen, 2P!Prussia. After, a man with the same hair style as Spain appeared. He had brown hair, and seemed to wear a brown matador uniform. He seemed to have thing for swords and axes. Andres, 2p!Spain. Your eyes widened. 

 

     "Allan and Matthieu had somehow managed to found out, so they immediately lashed out at people once they had the chance. After you got punched though, they quickly ceased fighting and Allan and Matthieu turned to help you." You then saw HRE's eyes darken again, with disgust and fury. "They were flirtatious with you, but they helped anyways. But, the people who they fought with, later on kidnapped you occasionally. Touch you in places, you, [Name], kicked their butts and ran. Oliver and the others, who you became friends with, managed to find out and helped.

     "But even after they promised to stop, they would trap you in corners. Infuriated, Oliver poisoned them and Allan injured them a few times. Not enough to kill them, though." You felt guilty for asking the question once again, the expression on HRE's face told you he didn't like this part of time in your life. "Oliver got your permission to place a communication spell on you, where you could only communicate with him and the two p Allies."

 

     "I'm sorry again," you apologized once again. 

     "It's okay. But after what those jerks did to you..."

 

     "N-no!" you exclaimed. "It's okay Holy Roman!"

 

     "Also, if your still confused, remember where you would watch Hetalia? Have you ever gotten the feeling that you had experienced something similar to the nations? Like being in a war, escaping a trap?" You nodded again. You remembered when England escaped Italy's cell, you remembered something tightening around your wrists. When you looked down, there was nothing there.

 

     You then saw the entire environment flicker slightly, like static on the TV. You saw HRE's face turn to a scared and panicked face. He jolted up on his seat and turned to you. You, confused, stood up as well. "What's happening?!" you shout as everything around you started cracking. The seats you and Holy Roman Empire were once sitting in cracked and broke apart. The field had growing holes in them. The ground was shaking, like a small earthquake. 

     "T-they managed to find out!" HRE exclaimed, and you could hear more of his Italian accent. He then moved out of the way, barely dodging a large piece of rock that somehow fell from the sky. You looked up and saw a huge hole in the blue. "Hurry! Before I disappear!" 

 

     "W-what?!" you exclaim and quickly rushed over to HRE. He was flickering like a projection malfunctioning.

 

     "Your in. . . communication. . . a game! Two p's. . . real world!. . . Actually fading!" you manage to make out. 

 

     The entire sky then crumbled down on you, and Holy Roman Empire disappeared into the rubble.