Hetalia x Reader Oneshots

Yuletide Cheer

I know this will burn and fail, hell I expect it to.

Enjoy, if you are able.

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'Twas the last night of yule and all through the cottage, no visitors were stirring, not even in the foliage. Goody (Y/n) sat with her nightly vigil to keep the yule log burning all the while stirring her brew with glee. The brew was made to bring a lover true to her door only if her log stayed aflame. If it didn't, her grim fate is met. 

A knock sounded at the door, a guest, he claims. He watches her eyes flicker from the flame to him and back to the flame before pulling him in and setting him just there in the stool in her eyesight. He watched her ministrations over the brew, sweet and true, as she watched both him and the flame. 

"Woman, what is a thing like you doing so deep in the woods?"  His accent was deep and his voice calm.

"I could ask you the same thing, sir. Also, I've a name." Her (e/c) orbs left a feeling of coldness on his skin.

"A point you've made. What is your name?" His green eyes bore into hers for an answer.

"(y/n), and I'm here so that I may practice in peace." She made her eyes leave him to check the fire.

"Practice what?" the blond seemed intrigued.

"I help people, mainly women and girls, also animals, basically anything that men claim they own with whatever they need, whether it's a pain or a choice made by a man against the wishes of the woman, I can fix it mostly." Her eyes landed on his long blond hair when they returned onto him.

"Do you hate men?" He stood and began slowly walking towards her.

"Only the ones who believe themselves god." She continued stirring. "What of you, sir? Name, and whatnot I mean."

"Gerald will do. I saw the smoke, I didn't know that someone lived here. I used to be a wa- soldier." The man paused his walk after he caught his slip and eyed her. 

"The same things the two are, you are an old one huh?" Her eyes didn't leave the flames.

"So very old." He looked to the window and saw the sun begin to rise.

Gerald knew what the potion was for, its scent is what guided him here. It reminded him of the druids that used to be found all over his land. His land that is so very distant now. His feet brought him next to her. He guided her face to look at him.

"You don't look old." She intoned as she let him guide her line of sight back to him.

"Ah, that matters not. You brought me here, yes?" His forehead pressed against hers gently.

"I don't know of that, this was something my gran wished of me." She sighed turning her head to look at the flames.

He held her there with both of his hands on her cheeks.

"You look just like her." He watched her eyes go wide in surprise with a small smile.

"Who are you?" She asked him.

"'A love, fair and true', that's  what (gm/n) called me. I will not leave your side, I will protect you, and we don't have to be anything more than companions."

"Because love has many forms right?"

"Right." He gave a small kiss to her forehead before she nearly toppled over from exhaustion.

He carried her to where he presumed her room was and laid her in the bed and pulled a blanket over her do that she may sleep. Gerald returnedto the fire that was still blasing and whispered into it, "I'm home."

The fire crackled almost joyfully before the yule log itself fell in ashes.