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 Opening the door up, you saw the boy sitting by candlelight at his desk. He dipped his quill in ink and began writing slowly on a piece of paper, completely ignoring your presence.

 Knocking lightly on the door as to not startle him as you wrote, you sighed. "It is should be resting right now as well. You've been getting ill recently and we cannot allow you to succumb to sickness."

 "I'll be fine..." He muttered back, continuing to write as you entered the room. "You are still just a young vessel state. I don't expect you to know much more than I. Let me finish writing this letter and I'll lay down."

 "Who are you writing to?"

 He paused, laying the pen down and looking towards you. His blue eyes cut right through you, making you flinch back slightly. "I'm writing to Italy. I haven't spoken with her in awhile and I want to know how she's fairing."

 "Holy Rome..." You breathed, going over to him. "She's no longer part of the empire..."

 "I know." He said softly, picking his quill up again. "I know..."

 "Sir...France's revolution..." He looked towards you confused. "What if something happens?"

 "Like what?"

 "That Napoleon character is looming about." You noted softly, looking away from him. "You're still too weak to fight...if he attacks us here, the empire-"

 "Don't you think I've realized that!?" He stood up, glaring at you. "I'm too weak to be fighting! I need time that I don't have! He can attack any day! If he does, we're done! I'm done! This entire empire will fall! Does that make you happy!? Huh!?"

 Tears slowly began to fall down your face as he calmed down. He took a step towards you but you quickly dashed off through the darkened hallways. You ran into something, making you tumble backwards and have something crash beside you.

 Pain pricked your fingers as your fingers grazed the ground. Holy Rome found you on the ground,tears pricking at your eyes and finally falling as you began to cry.

 He lifted you up and sighed, looking at your fingers closely with the candle beside him. It was all cut up and bleeding. Looking towards the ground, he noticed you smashed a vase and it cut up your hands.

 Silently, he went back to his room, putting the candle on his desk on sitting you on the chair. "Wait, okay?"

 You nodded and waited until he returned with gauze, rubbing alcohol, a small plate, a rag and candy. He started to clean the wounds, removing shards of glass from your hand and then putting the rubbing alcohol on. It hurt and burned but you stayed still until he finished wrapping it and then handed you a piece of chocolate.

 Devouring it quickly, you looked towards Holy Rome. "I'm going to bed now. I think you should lay down too."

 Nodding, you went towards the door only to be stopped. "It's dark in the hall and I don't know how far the glass went. All I need is for you to get your feet cut...sleep here."

 Submissively, you climbed into bed and curled up, shaking from cold and nerves. He came up as well, hugging you close and snuggling. "I didn't mean to get mad at you...I'm scared, okay...?"

 "It's okay..." You whispered before kissing his cheek. "Goodnight Holy Rome. I hope you're dreams are good..."

 "N-Night..." He mumbled, holding his cheek gently.


 Holy Rome held his arm out, protecting you as he glared down France. "She isn't involved in this. Leave her be."

 "Oh, but it looks like she is part of zis." He grinned mischievously, looking towards you collapsed on the ground. "She is part of your empire, non? A vessel state? Zis empire of yours is falling while mine is expanding. And ze petite 'ere would make a very good part of our expanding country-"

 He pulled a sword out of it's sheath, holding it out towards France. "_____________...? Get out of here..."

 "Holy Rome, you'll-"

 "I know..." He whispered, fear in his eyes. "But I have to...I have to hold him off for as long as I can..."

 Standing up, you could feel your blood run cold. How quickly you were forced to grow up. The Holy Rome you knew wasn't a little child anymore. He was a young man, his hair short but flowing and a grimace on his face. You yourself had grown older, stronger and wiser.

 "Just go!"

 Before you left, you grabbed his shoulders, pressing your lips against his and then quickly ran off to find shelter. Around you, everything was devastated, the bodies of the dead laying strewn on the ground in a puddle of their own blood.

 Once far enough, you turned to see the two fighting among the dead, the swords clashing. Again and again, they hit one another. Then, France did it. He ended it.

 The sword drove through the child's body. You sat frozen in fear as he turned towards you. "Come on girl! Zere is not a zing left for you 'ere! Come now! You're new kingdom awaits!"

 Slowly, you stood up and went towards him. Funny, you didn't notice until now that you had fallen to your knees in surprise. As you approached, you saw Holy Rome laying there, his eyes glazed over.

 France rose your hand up in triumph. "Today is ze day zat ze Holy Roman Empire falls!"

 Looking at Holy Rome, you felt tears slip. As you were pulled away, you finally managed to say,"I'm so sorry..."


 "Ve~ _____________!" The Italian smiled as you opened the door and moved over to reveal his friend behind him. "This is Germany! The friend I told you about!"

 Looking at his face, you felt something move inside you. It's been hundreds of years since Holy Rome collapsed. And yet, this man standing in front of you looked so much like him, it scared you.

 The Italian continued to talk but you brushed right past him and messed up the blond's hair. Stepping back, you examined him as he began to slick his hair back. But for a single second, you knew who he was.

 "It's not very nice to-"

 Your arms went around his waist and you stayed still, letting a few tears escape. "___________? Are you okay...!?"

 "F-Fine...I'm fine..."
Angsty crumbles.
Sad despair
Open the door
But no one's there.

(Idk ^)

I don't own you or Hetalia!
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trancyhivecostplay Featured By Owner Aug 3, 2013
acording to history germany is he fallen hr
Konakona321 Featured By Owner Jul 21, 2013  Hobbyist Artist
mikmik121 Featured By Owner Jul 21, 2013
Pineapplebombgirl Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
This is truly touching :3 I have never read a HRExreader fic. This is beautiful :') danke~
mikmik121 Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2013
Pineapplebombgirl Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Es Freut Mich~ :3 I think I've just become addicted to HRE :iconbravoplz:
mikmik121 Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2013
TrinaChan Featured By Owner Jun 12, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
If you read a history text book it will say that Germany is modern day Holy Roman Empire. At least it said it in mine.
MiraakTheDragonborn Featured By Owner May 29, 2013  Student General Artist

Germany does look like HRE.

Plus he has amnesia,and remembers nothing of his childhood.

Me,when I first saw the Chibitalia and HRE:Is that...ITS GERMANY!*Italy calls Chibi Germany Holy Rome*NO,HE'S NOT!He..HE'S GERMANY!
Lost-Hero-of-Time Featured By Owner May 24, 2013  Student General Artist
I love it, good job its both sad and beautiful.
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