2p!Hetalia Boyfriend Scenarios

56: Paradise

Paradise

The sight of a vast and serene landscape of lush greens and delightful colors would make one say that they've found a paradise unparalleled by any other place on Earth. The people find the land exquisite, for its purity had no streak of the modern perils. There was no raging violence, nor was there any sort of pollution to ruin everything. It was perfect, and the society of this paradise finds peace in everything. Most do, but there lies a peculiar soul that finds it quite difficult to agree.

Undoubtedly, the place was a sight for sore eyes, but it felt like there was something else more to this, more than this. The only question was that, what is it that could be greater?

(Y/N) (L/N) could feel it nagging at the very back of her head, the constant longing for the unknown sensation trying to break free within her. This feeling made a mess of her. It felt as though she was stuck staring at one masterpiece, when the gallery is still full of far more pristine ones. It made her feel pathetic and so small in a way, and she doesn't quite like the feeling. It irked her.

A part of her immensely feared this unknown, for obvious reasons. It was unidentifiable. She had no sort of explanations for it. She could think of no benefits from it either. If anything, all she gets from it is a splitting migraine, but it must be important, right? It must be. Why else would it bother her so much?

And this would bring the rest of her reasoning out to the light. The judgement that holds the upper hand with this conundrum was the part of her that was desperate to find out what exactly this feeling is, or why she felt it in the first place.

Her lack of description for this feeling has left her helplessly destitute. No one could help her, because they couldn't understand it either. She helplessly feels left out to her misery.

"Are you sure you're alright, (Y/N)?"

A soft voice snaps (Y/N) out of her reverie. She blinks for a moment before realizing that her tea has now gone cold. She finds herself looking at her friend with an apologetic smile. "I'm afraid I'm just a little unwell today," she says, setting the teacup down.

She thought long and hard to herself for a moment. The silence pierced through the air, but eventually (Y/N) stood up from her seat. "You know what," she began, "I'll head home to rest."

The woman gathered her things and ignored the look of concern thrown her way. "See you tomorrow!" she beams with shoes already padding against the pavement towards home.

The streets were fairly busy with other people going about their business. (Y/N) found herself staring with a hint of envy. They all look so unbothered and carefree—some things that she can't seem to do despite any effort. The city was perfect and all, but she couldn't help but listen to her conscience. Everything's too perfect and something's not quite right.

She's tried everything to keep her mind busy. She tried pottery and even painting classes from a nice old man. She visited the massive zoo on the outskirts of the city, along with all sorts of places. She did a lot more with her time, but all these months have become boring. (Y/N) couldn't help but fall back to the same trance as she did. She was falling behind while everyone else was running along just fine. Others seemed to have their life so organized and everything. They were all content. She didn't even know what to do with herself. This damn head of her keeps holding her back, but for what?

Lost to her thoughts, (L/N) barely noticed the tall building she blindly led herself to. The tall building housed many others, providing comfort and all. It was simply white and a few stories tall. The décor of the establishment was homely too, but she was indifferent to it all.

(Y/N) went straight to the stairs and to the fifth floor, feeling rather tired from the action she had to put up with the stairs. The familiar oak door appears in her line of sight. It didn't take her so long to enter the premises. "Home, sweet home," she murmured, though unsure of it. She wanders further into the small room and sets her shoes to the side.

With hands fiddling on the fabric of her white dress, (Y/N) looked around the room, thinking of something better to do. The flat screen bursts into life, as she plops onto the couch. They told of the new collection of paintings from the artist Vincent Van Gogh that the city was allowed to put up for a few weeks. It'd be intriguing to see, but (Y/N) can't quite find the urge to get up. She changes the channel. The Joy of Painting was coming up after the screening of the latest film with Charlie Chaplin and Audrey Hepburn.

The nagging feeling in her head once again creeps on her. "Why does my brain hate me?" she groans to herself. The longer she sits in silence, the more her thoughts linger in her mind. She lets out a frustrated sigh, not even paying attention to the breaking news of a Fate that was still missing.

Author's Note
I know this is a short one and all but hey, it's an update! I'm being productive lmao

This segment applies to all (Y/N)'s, albeit on different days and/or time so they don't bump into each other and shizz. I made my own concept, but yes, this is (Y/N) in the afterlife. My idea of the afterlife is that it's like Earth, but kinda like a perfect society where nothing shitty happens. The souls continue doing what they did or something, as if they're still alive. That's why my best boi Van Gogh had new paintings and whatnot. I got the inspo from Tumblr lmao. The thing is, no one is given most of their memories from when they were alive. It's enough to remember basic things for living but for memories with people, not so much. So Y/N doesn't remember anything and—I'll discuss more in the next ones! Hope y'all enjoyed this one <3

Lots of love,
Milady Mira

P.S. Wrong fandom but Paradise by BTS sort of inspired me with a few parts, lmao please support my babies T^T <3