Around The World ( Hetalia X Reader)

Dependance ~ depressed! Germany X Reader

You walked up to your best friend Ludwig's house carrying a paper bag. You had bought him a type of beer exclusive to (your country of origin).

You let yourself in, wanting to surprise him. "Luddy~!" You called softly.

No response.

You put the paper bag down on the kitchen counter. Disturbed by the silence, you go to investigate. When you don't find him in his room taking a nap, you go check the backyard to see if was running laps or something. Nope.

As a last resort, you check the living room. You sigh in reliefe when you see Ludwig asleep on his couch. His head in tipped backwards, resting on the cushion behind him and one arm is slung over the armrest. You quietly approach him, planing to jump him but you stop short.

You notice small spots of blood on the wooden floor at his feet. You panic and and search his body for any serious wounds, your hands shaking. There was no blood on his chest, head or neck. A sigh of relief escapes you. You decide you'll look for the source of the blood later.

You notice that he has something clutched in his fist and gently open his fingers. You gasp and tears spring to your eyes. Your fingers brush the palm of his hand as you grab the small blade that he holds.

The sharp metal slices into your finger tips and draws small droplets of scarlet blood. You fumble with his sleeves and pull them up to reveal his wrist. A thick sob escapes your throat. Red scars crisscross up his wrists, some fresh and others are older.

You lean up to his face and pick up a strong smell of alcohol. He's passed out drunk. You run to the bathroom and throw the blade in the toilet. You ransack the bathroom and find every blade and flush them. All of them.

Next, you grab the first aid kit. As you pass Ludwig's bedroom, you pull of his comforter and drag it behind you back to the living room.

You kneel at his feet and pour some rubbing alcohol on his wrists then hastily wipe it away. Next, you slather on some polysporin and find some gauze. You wrap it tightly around his wrists.

"(Y/n)..?" You hear Ludwig mumble.

"No." You pull his legs up so he is laying parallel to the couch. "Shut up. How dare you? How dare you!" You start to cry again as you pull the blanket up around his chin.

As soon as you are done with that, you stalk out of the living room.

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Later that night, Ludwig comes to. He is conscious of the stinging in his wrists and the pounding in his head. Still, through the pain, he feels a soft hand holding his own. He peers down through bleary eyes to see the (h/c) haired girl he grew to love, asleep with her hand tightly wound with his and her chin resting on his forearm.

He gave her hand a feeble squeeze but it was enough to wake her. She looked up at him, tears springing to her (e/c) eyes. (Y/n) moved to her knees and cupped Ludwig's face, her slender fingers tracing the lines of his jaw. "Why didn't you talk to me?" She asked.

Ludwig shivered at the feeling of her fingers on his skin. "You depend on me." He moves his hand up and places it over one of hers. "I can't be weak."

She catches his hand and brings his bandaged wrist up to her lips and kisses the gauze. Ludwig's heart clenches. She looks back up at him and takes his face again. "Depend on me for once." She murmurs, bringing her face closer to his. "Just this once." Her lips touch his softly.

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(For @nacho-chan)