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There was something about this man that you could not get your mind off of him. Maybe it was his hair that seemed to defy gravity in everyway, or maybe it was his badass, yet arrogant attitude. You simply didn't care what the reason was, but the reason why. He was a jerk to everyone, even to his own "siblings". He was oblivious to every situation. and he never even paid attention to you. Your heart burned with both anger and passion everytime his name or face crossed your mind. You tried many a times to move on with your life, but you failed miserably. Yes, there was no denying that you were in love with Mathias Kohler.
It all started a little over a year ago, when you attended your first World Conferance. Since you were a particulary small nation, you didn't exactly hop into every conversation that was happening. It was there that you laid eyes on the Dane. His short, yet wild blonde hair and striking blue eyes stuck out to you the most. He wore a pair of simple black dress pants and shirt. A blood red tie finished off the outfit. It was very hard for you not to stare at him, and luckily, he didn't seem to notice. Mentioned earlier, he was completely oblivious to anything and everything. He would sit and talk to only his fellow Nordics, which included Berwald, Lukas, Emil, and Tino. You talked to Tino every now and then, and found him to be a very cheery nation. He would tell you all about the Nordics, which is how you found out a lot of information upon Mathias.
You two didn't officially talk, until a few months after upon you noticing him at the World Conferance for the first time.
----FLASHBACK----
You were invited to a party that Alfred was throwing, and you, of course, went. It was a pretty jamming and pumping party, but you just couldn't get into it. So, for almost the entire evening, you sat at the bar and occassionaly ordered a shot of the American's cheap liqour. Little did you know of the presence sitting next to you, drinking beer after beer. You remember him speaking to you after your sixth shot of tangerine flavored vodka.
"Rough night?" you heard him ask, his Danish accent wrapped around every word. You sighed and twirled the shot glass on the wood of the bar counter.
"Let's just say, I'm not much of a people person, Mathias," you replied, glancing over at him. He wore a long black trench coat with red cuffs. A tiny black hat was propped on top of his head. Does his color scheme ever change? you thought to yourself. He chuckled and took a swig from his beer bottle.
"I figured as much, since you haven't left that bar stand the entire night," he chuckled out, looking at you, locking his blue eyes with your (e/c) ones. You felt your cheeks flush with a massive blush, so you quickly looked away. Unfortunately, he noticed it. After that, the two of you didn't speak for the rest of the evening. It was highly uncomfortable for you and the person you loved to sit in an awkward silence.
----END OF FLASHBACK----
As you thought about all these past events that happened between you and the Danish nation, you flipped through your diary that you had began writing in at the time you first met Mathias. It was filled with nonsense from how attractive he was, to how he had the most sexiest accent known to man. You continued to turn the pages, as a clap of lightning lit up the sky. Thunderstorms have been happening recently lately, but it's not like you minded. Rain was your favorite type of weather.
You stood from the comfort of your bed and sat on the window seal, that was wide enough to hold your entire body. You brushed the curtains out of the way and stared out at the gorgeous weather. You leaned your head against the cool glass and let out a depressing sigh. Why can't he stop being so stupid and figure out how I feel towards him? That was the one questsion you thought about, day in and day out. You had made it quite obvious for him to know how you felt about him. You blushed constantly when you were around him, you would purposely move closer to him, and you even attempted to flirt, but nothing ever worked. It all killed you inside, slowly and painfully.
You were so lost in your thoughts, that you neglected to notice a tear roll down your cheek. It fell from your face and landed on the cover of the diary. You couldn't take so much pain anymore. That's when an idea popped into your head. A very, very bad idea.
----Meanwhile at the Nordic's House----
Tino walked up the stairs, making them creak in response to his footsteps. He was the only one that knew about your feelings towards Mathias, and he wanted to Dane to know about them. He knew you tried so hard to get his attention, and he would always reject you in some way, without even knowing it. Tino would never get mad over anything, but this did spark something. He wanted to see you happy, and he wanted Mathias to stop being an oblivious jackass.
"Mathias, we need to talk," Tino announced, barging into the blonde man's room without invitation. Mathias sat at the edge of his bed, running a rag across the blade of his axe. He looked up at Tino and cocked his head to the side in confusion, upon noticing the rather irritated look on his Finnish's friend's face.
"What's up, Tino?" he asked, looking back down at the silver blade of his weapon.
"Have you talked to ______ recently?" he asked, just throwing it out there. Mathias stopped moving his arm, and blinked. After a long silence, Mathias shook his head and set his axe down on the bed.
"No, not in a while. Why? Is she okay?" he asked, his cheerful tone dropping to a more serious tone. Tino crossed his arms over his chest and shot a glare at his fellow Nordic.
"No, Mathias. She isn't okay. She's never okay, and it's all because of you," Tino spat out at him. Mathias looked up at him in complete shock. Not once had he seen Tino, the friendly and cheerful Tino, ever raise his voice or be so assertive in his life.
"Me? What did I ever do? I've done anything to her," he shot back, rising from his bed and glaring back at the fellow blonde.
"That's right. You've never done anything to her. _______ loves you, and you don't do anything," he snorted. Another shocked look crossed the Dane's face. Not once in his entire life had he thought that you'd ever love him back. Yes, it was true that Mathias had feelings for you, but he always thought you hated him with a burning passion. Given the reason why he hasn't contacted you in such a long time.
Ignoring what else Tino had to say, he pushed him to the side and walked out of the room. He knew he had to make things right before the situation got worse. Mathas trudged down the stairs and walked out of the door, ignoring every question and comment being thrown at him, and only focusing on getting to your house. In time.
---Time Lapse: 15 minutes----
It was probably sheer luck that made you and the Nordics live so close to each other. Mathas got to your house in a meer 15 minutes, and raptiously knocked on your door. Luckily for him, the rain had stopped once he left his house so he wasn't a complete disaster.
"_______? ______, are you home? I need to talk to you," Mathias said to the door, hoping that you could hear him. There was no response. He figured you were in your room, and most likely couldn't hear him. He tried to door knob, and found it to be unlocked. He pushed the wooden door opened and stepped inside. There was not a sound made, and it certainly did worry him. He expected your music to be blaring, or you possibly taking a shower. But, there was nothing.
"________?" he called, venturing into your house. There was still no answer. After taking a shaky sigh, he walked upstairs, heading to your room. He found it quickly and hesitated before grabbing the brass knob and twisting it. Mathias pushed the door opened and his skin color immediately went pale white. You were slumped out on the floor, pale as a ghost. Lying next to you was an empty prescription bottle. He knew immeditely that you had overdosed on meds.
"________!" he cried, rushing over to you and picking you up in his arms. Your whole body seemed to double in weight, causing him to struggle a bit. He shook you multiple times and shouted your name, but you gave no response. The Dane pressed two fingers to your wrist, where he could feel a very faint pulse. She's still alive! He stood up from his knees, holding you in his arms and carried you to the bathroom.
Mathias turned on your shower, letting ice cold water run out of the shower head. He had an idea, but he wasn't positive that it would work. Biting his lip, he stepped into the shower, dropping you down to your feet and wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you up.
"Please wake up, ______. You can't die on me," he whispered in your ear, his voice breaking tremondously. There was a long silence, with only the sound of water hitting the porcelein of the tub. Just when he was about to give up hope, you began breathing again and your eyes slowly started to open.
"M..........Mathias?" you managed out, your teeth chattering from the cold water. A long sigh of relief left the Dane's lips. He shut the water off and hugged you tightly from behind.
"Don't ever scare me like that again, ______," he sobbed onto your shoulder. You were still regaining your senses, so you didn't know really what to do. You felt yourself smile involuntarily as you heard him cry.
"I thought you didn't care about me," you said in a soft tone. Mathias gently turned you around so you were now facing him. Water, or tears, were runing down his cheeks and his eyes were puffy.
"I thought it was you who didn't care," he said in the same tone. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into another tight hug, while he wrapped his arms around your waist. You definately owed Tino a huge thank you.
It all started a little over a year ago, when you attended your first World Conferance. Since you were a particulary small nation, you didn't exactly hop into every conversation that was happening. It was there that you laid eyes on the Dane. His short, yet wild blonde hair and striking blue eyes stuck out to you the most. He wore a pair of simple black dress pants and shirt. A blood red tie finished off the outfit. It was very hard for you not to stare at him, and luckily, he didn't seem to notice. Mentioned earlier, he was completely oblivious to anything and everything. He would sit and talk to only his fellow Nordics, which included Berwald, Lukas, Emil, and Tino. You talked to Tino every now and then, and found him to be a very cheery nation. He would tell you all about the Nordics, which is how you found out a lot of information upon Mathias.
You two didn't officially talk, until a few months after upon you noticing him at the World Conferance for the first time.
----FLASHBACK----
You were invited to a party that Alfred was throwing, and you, of course, went. It was a pretty jamming and pumping party, but you just couldn't get into it. So, for almost the entire evening, you sat at the bar and occassionaly ordered a shot of the American's cheap liqour. Little did you know of the presence sitting next to you, drinking beer after beer. You remember him speaking to you after your sixth shot of tangerine flavored vodka.
"Rough night?" you heard him ask, his Danish accent wrapped around every word. You sighed and twirled the shot glass on the wood of the bar counter.
"Let's just say, I'm not much of a people person, Mathias," you replied, glancing over at him. He wore a long black trench coat with red cuffs. A tiny black hat was propped on top of his head. Does his color scheme ever change? you thought to yourself. He chuckled and took a swig from his beer bottle.
"I figured as much, since you haven't left that bar stand the entire night," he chuckled out, looking at you, locking his blue eyes with your (e/c) ones. You felt your cheeks flush with a massive blush, so you quickly looked away. Unfortunately, he noticed it. After that, the two of you didn't speak for the rest of the evening. It was highly uncomfortable for you and the person you loved to sit in an awkward silence.
----END OF FLASHBACK----
As you thought about all these past events that happened between you and the Danish nation, you flipped through your diary that you had began writing in at the time you first met Mathias. It was filled with nonsense from how attractive he was, to how he had the most sexiest accent known to man. You continued to turn the pages, as a clap of lightning lit up the sky. Thunderstorms have been happening recently lately, but it's not like you minded. Rain was your favorite type of weather.
You stood from the comfort of your bed and sat on the window seal, that was wide enough to hold your entire body. You brushed the curtains out of the way and stared out at the gorgeous weather. You leaned your head against the cool glass and let out a depressing sigh. Why can't he stop being so stupid and figure out how I feel towards him? That was the one questsion you thought about, day in and day out. You had made it quite obvious for him to know how you felt about him. You blushed constantly when you were around him, you would purposely move closer to him, and you even attempted to flirt, but nothing ever worked. It all killed you inside, slowly and painfully.
You were so lost in your thoughts, that you neglected to notice a tear roll down your cheek. It fell from your face and landed on the cover of the diary. You couldn't take so much pain anymore. That's when an idea popped into your head. A very, very bad idea.
----Meanwhile at the Nordic's House----
Tino walked up the stairs, making them creak in response to his footsteps. He was the only one that knew about your feelings towards Mathias, and he wanted to Dane to know about them. He knew you tried so hard to get his attention, and he would always reject you in some way, without even knowing it. Tino would never get mad over anything, but this did spark something. He wanted to see you happy, and he wanted Mathias to stop being an oblivious jackass.
"Mathias, we need to talk," Tino announced, barging into the blonde man's room without invitation. Mathias sat at the edge of his bed, running a rag across the blade of his axe. He looked up at Tino and cocked his head to the side in confusion, upon noticing the rather irritated look on his Finnish's friend's face.
"What's up, Tino?" he asked, looking back down at the silver blade of his weapon.
"Have you talked to ______ recently?" he asked, just throwing it out there. Mathias stopped moving his arm, and blinked. After a long silence, Mathias shook his head and set his axe down on the bed.
"No, not in a while. Why? Is she okay?" he asked, his cheerful tone dropping to a more serious tone. Tino crossed his arms over his chest and shot a glare at his fellow Nordic.
"No, Mathias. She isn't okay. She's never okay, and it's all because of you," Tino spat out at him. Mathias looked up at him in complete shock. Not once had he seen Tino, the friendly and cheerful Tino, ever raise his voice or be so assertive in his life.
"Me? What did I ever do? I've done anything to her," he shot back, rising from his bed and glaring back at the fellow blonde.
"That's right. You've never done anything to her. _______ loves you, and you don't do anything," he snorted. Another shocked look crossed the Dane's face. Not once in his entire life had he thought that you'd ever love him back. Yes, it was true that Mathias had feelings for you, but he always thought you hated him with a burning passion. Given the reason why he hasn't contacted you in such a long time.
Ignoring what else Tino had to say, he pushed him to the side and walked out of the room. He knew he had to make things right before the situation got worse. Mathas trudged down the stairs and walked out of the door, ignoring every question and comment being thrown at him, and only focusing on getting to your house. In time.
---Time Lapse: 15 minutes----
It was probably sheer luck that made you and the Nordics live so close to each other. Mathas got to your house in a meer 15 minutes, and raptiously knocked on your door. Luckily for him, the rain had stopped once he left his house so he wasn't a complete disaster.
"_______? ______, are you home? I need to talk to you," Mathias said to the door, hoping that you could hear him. There was no response. He figured you were in your room, and most likely couldn't hear him. He tried to door knob, and found it to be unlocked. He pushed the wooden door opened and stepped inside. There was not a sound made, and it certainly did worry him. He expected your music to be blaring, or you possibly taking a shower. But, there was nothing.
"________?" he called, venturing into your house. There was still no answer. After taking a shaky sigh, he walked upstairs, heading to your room. He found it quickly and hesitated before grabbing the brass knob and twisting it. Mathias pushed the door opened and his skin color immediately went pale white. You were slumped out on the floor, pale as a ghost. Lying next to you was an empty prescription bottle. He knew immeditely that you had overdosed on meds.
"________!" he cried, rushing over to you and picking you up in his arms. Your whole body seemed to double in weight, causing him to struggle a bit. He shook you multiple times and shouted your name, but you gave no response. The Dane pressed two fingers to your wrist, where he could feel a very faint pulse. She's still alive! He stood up from his knees, holding you in his arms and carried you to the bathroom.
Mathias turned on your shower, letting ice cold water run out of the shower head. He had an idea, but he wasn't positive that it would work. Biting his lip, he stepped into the shower, dropping you down to your feet and wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you up.
"Please wake up, ______. You can't die on me," he whispered in your ear, his voice breaking tremondously. There was a long silence, with only the sound of water hitting the porcelein of the tub. Just when he was about to give up hope, you began breathing again and your eyes slowly started to open.
"M..........Mathias?" you managed out, your teeth chattering from the cold water. A long sigh of relief left the Dane's lips. He shut the water off and hugged you tightly from behind.
"Don't ever scare me like that again, ______," he sobbed onto your shoulder. You were still regaining your senses, so you didn't know really what to do. You felt yourself smile involuntarily as you heard him cry.
"I thought you didn't care about me," you said in a soft tone. Mathias gently turned you around so you were now facing him. Water, or tears, were runing down his cheeks and his eyes were puffy.
"I thought it was you who didn't care," he said in the same tone. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into another tight hug, while he wrapped his arms around your waist. You definately owed Tino a huge thank you.
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Another DenmarkxReader! I just love that oblivious jackass so damn much. DON'T JUDGE MEH!
Wow, another suicide one? Seriously, what is wrong with me?! But, you was saved! To be honest, I know that if you've taken so many pills and get knocked out, the cold water will usually shock your heart and wake you up. I had to do it to one of my dumbass friends before
Anyway, I hope you all like. ^^
Pfft, Tino looks sooo OOC, but I have a reason. XDDD
ENJOY!
Mathias = Denmark
Tino = Finland
Berwald = Sweden
Lukas = Norway
Emil = Iceland
Alfred = America
Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
You (c) You. ^^
Picture (c) [link]
Wow, another suicide one? Seriously, what is wrong with me?! But, you was saved! To be honest, I know that if you've taken so many pills and get knocked out, the cold water will usually shock your heart and wake you up. I had to do it to one of my dumbass friends before
Anyway, I hope you all like. ^^
Pfft, Tino looks sooo OOC, but I have a reason. XDDD
ENJOY!
Mathias = Denmark
Tino = Finland
Berwald = Sweden
Lukas = Norway
Emil = Iceland
Alfred = America
Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
You (c) You. ^^
Picture (c) [link]
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Sad and cute at the same time loved it