2p!Hetalia Boyfriend Scenarios

52: At Nilamon Sila Ng Kadiliman

52: At Nilamon Sila Ng Kadiliman
DRAMA [R]

Warnings: Feels
Author's Notes: I had the title written in my language because I wanted to (lololololololol) From Tagalog to English, it roughly translates to "And they were swallowed by the darkness", because as I've said before, this will be a heart-wrenching chappie (I hope) and shit will go down again (and again).

FRANCOIS BONNEFOY

You were sweating bullets by the time the tires came to a stop. The entire ride to Francis was nothing short of uncomfortable. Aside from the cold nipping at your skin, there was a tinge of hurt that unremittingly pinches your very being from the lack of acknowledgment your boyfriend directs to you. Your mind constantly wanders to the events of these days and you wanted nothing more than to cry in Francois' arms. It seemed that your body has gone numb all over. You never expected your life to unravel in such tangles.

And yet, why was your fear of losing Francois far greater than the fear that current events had induced? You knew not of the answer, but your heart and mind were firmly together on the insistence of not breaking up with Francois. He better come back to you, or else you'll go and hunt him down yourself.

"(Y/N)," Francois snaps you out of your trance.

Your eyes were quick to look and meet with his as if hoping that he'd change his mind. Alas, nothing ever really agrees with your wishes. Francois breaks the contact that you desperately tried to maintain. You turned your head to have a good look on his face but he leaned away, opting to stare at the winter landscape that his window showed.

There it was again. Silence.

At some point, he gets a grip on himself and clears his throat. The clock was reaching three. Their time together was ending quicker than he thought. "Come on," he urged as he finally kills the engine and starts unlocking his door. His voice was strained, you noticed, and the way he blinked profusely had you assuming that the cold Frenchman was actually crying. At this, your own tears were triggered and threatened to pour down.

You see Francis stand from afar, waiting in front of his own vehicle that was undoubtedly in better shape than what you were in. This was it. A thin line stood between the chances of reuniting with Francois after a long time and not ever seeing the love of your life again. At this, all ability of movement seemed to vanish from your line of capabilities. You refused to move even an inch in your seat. "Francois," you tried to persuade him one last time, eyes following his miserable figure as he exits the car.

Francois goes to your side of the car and opens the door for you. "(Y/N)," he argues, "You know I won't change my mind."

Hurt flashes across your face as a bitter smile forces through your lips. "I was hoping you would," you murmur back weakly as you begrudgingly step out of the car.

Your lover sighs, opting to at least embrace your figure and press a kiss on your head. "The sooner we get this over with, the better," he tells you. You gave a soft nod, but your insides were still churning madly in restlessness.

The two of you began walking towards Francis when it happened. Francis was overcome by panic as he points behind you both. "(Y/N)!" he had yelled in warning. A sudden force from behind launches your body forwards, crashing into Francois. Fate wasn't done playing.

ALLEN JONES

The hospital felt just as it always has for you, vile and uncomfortable.

There were a lot of things that you didn't like. You didn't like the bland walls that left you blissfully bored in this wretched place. You didn't like the fact that you were limited to such a small space. You didn't like the fact that whenever you looked at Allen's eyes, all you see is guilt and misery in them. Most importantly, you were but exhausted, weakened and deprived of warm hugs and kisses. That was what you didn't like the most.