2p!Hetalia Boyfriend Scenarios

60: The Condition

Humming happily to herself, (Y/N) (L/N) washed the dishes in the kitchen. Her beloved fiancé had gone out about an hour ago, going on about securing the future or something. She didn't quite catch his babbling and he was gone before she could even ask him to elaborate further.

It had been a good one month after the miracle of her, quite literally, new life. Her immortal was kind to tone down that panicking and babying after long hours of discussion and thorough convincing. It felt nice to actually do something now. No ill feeling or gaping hole within her existed to form a dreadful sea out of her thoughts to drown in. She was, simply put, home, and home was all she needed.

The serenity within the atmosphere, however, was soon shattered when a bright flash emerged behind her. Scared shitless, (Y/N) jumped and cradled a plate to her chest like some sort of baby and shield hybrid. The soap suds that drenched her shirt seemed to go unnoticed as she froze in both shock and fear. She opted to stare at the sink, not wanting to communicate with whoever or whatever was in her kitchen right now.

"Uh, (Y/N)?"

A familiar voice fills her ears and she finally found herself glancing at whatever materialized near her. She saw nothing in her direct line of vision, and had to look down. It was a wondrous surprise! The little Fate she owed her resurrection to stood there, divine glow and all. "Tadhana!" (Y/N) exclaims, both in a tone of delight and 'how dare you'.

The smol girl looked at her former assignment incredulously. "What are you doing?" Tadhana asked, glancing at (Y/N)'s arms.

The mortal soon realized that she was still clutching her plate baby and struggled for a confident answer. "I'm," she coughed, "I'm washing the dishes, obviously."

Tadhana rolls her eyes. "And you use your boyfriend's shirt to wipe them, yes?" She queried sarcastically, nodding proudly as if she made the right decision of stanning you. "You're quite resourceful and eco-friendly."

"Hey, don't sass me, young lady," you playfully scold, "because first of all, it's fiancé, not boyfriend, and second of all, what are you doing?"

At (Y/N)'s statement, Tadhana was instantly elated, looking at the left ring finger for some proof. On the youngling was an expression that (Y/N) could describe as something akin to a parched sailor finally catching sight of land. Given the events that had happened, she understood the sentiment, but still worried over the young girl's state of mind. "Is everything alright?" (Y/N) followed after being greeted with silence. 

It seemed to knock the young girl out of her stupor. "Oh!" Tadhana became flustered. Her shining face soon vanished as quickly as it came. "I came here to discuss the matters concerning my little stunt."

The resurrection.

(Y/N)'s palms turned sweaty. "What about it?" The woman stammered, fidgeting nervously. Had she come here to take back what she's done?

Tadhana took note of (Y/N)'s tremor and gave a soft smile to ease the mortals concerns. "Don't worry," she said, "everything will go well if we cooperate."

(Y/N) let out a breath of relief.

"But it is a serious matter," the young Fate quipped.

It was panic time all over again for (Y/N). Deciding to get a grip on herself,  the woman set down the plates and wiped at the wetness in her shirt with the kitchen towel. "What do you mean by that?" She asked, still busying herself.

Tadhana cleared her throat as she shifted around her feet. "Well," she began, "The Council discussed the events of the resurrection. They decided on destroying the arc, banning me from the Fates Course, and issuing one final ultimatum on the souls I've brought back."