A CHANGE OF HEART

HETALIA

A CHANGE OF HEART

Warning: Some Angst may be added.

Disclaimer: I do not Own Hetalia it belongs to Mister Hidekaz Himaruya, okay I’ll shut up now. So enjoy reading (Get Bricked)

[- I’M DOUBTFUL ABOUT THE PAIRINGS BUT MOSTLY JUST SOME STUFF AND INTERACTION -]

GENRE: GAKUEN/FANTASY AU

PAIRING: 2P PRUSSIA X MALE! READER

LEGEND:

(M/N) – (MALE NAME)
(L/N) – (LAST NAME)

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[YEP! THAT GUY IS DARKRAI GIJINKA OR SOMETHING I DON’T OWN HIM OR ANYTHING… THOUGH I ALTERED THE COLOUR OF THE EYES… SORRY…]

PROLOGUE

“HUSH”

[YOUR VIEW]

You don’t know how long you’d been hiding in the dark place in the ground where your papa had put you, telling you to “Hush.” You’d waited so long, hadn’t even crawled out when your stomach hurt with hunger, but papa hadn’t returned as papa promised, and your back was cramped and hurting from the small space, your face wet with tears. Papa knew you hated. Why had papa put you in the dark? The sticky dampness that had dripped through the floor-board above, it covered you, the tasted of it thick and ripe in the air. The smell made you nauseous, and you knew you couldn’t stay there any longer, even if your papa was disappointed by your disobedience. Stretching your stiff limbs as far as you are able in the confide space, your clothes still crumpled, you pushed up on the trapdoor, but it wouldn’t budge.

You didn’t cry out, had learned to never ever cry out.

“You mustn’t make a sound, (M/N). Promise me.”

Digging your feet into the earth, you pushed and pushed and pushed until a tiny crack of smudgy light appeared at the edge of the door, the hand-woven mat above thin enough not to blot out the sunshine. Whatever was blocking the trapdoor was heavy, but you were able to wedge your fingers under the lip of the door, touch the mat you’d helped your papa weave after you’d collected the leaves from the flax bushes. It felt rough against your knuckles as you pushed your hands through to the wrist, and the trapdoor hurt when it came down on that wrist, but you knew your bone won’t break – your Papa had told you, you were a strong boy, that you had grown deeper into your power than he had by the time of his 20th birthday.

“So Strong, my baby boy. The Best of Both of Us.”

You didn’t know how long it took to wedge your other hand under the lip of the trapdoor, to twist your body around in the hole, the skin rubbing off your wrists, until you were holding the edge and pushing it up. You just knew you didn’t stop until you shoved had enough to slide off the blockage, the mat sliding away with it. The door came open with a dull thud, as if it had landed on something soft. Chest heaving and arms sore, you had to wait to attempt to climb out, and even then, your hands slipped, slick with the blood from your torn-up wrists. Rubbing them on your pants, you gripped the edge again… and sunlight from the sky-window hit your hands, you froze, remembering the dark and viscous liquid that had dripped onto you while you were trapped in the hole. Crusted, Dried and Flaky, it had turned into a kind of rust in your skin. Just rust, you tried to think, just rust, but you could no longer fool yourself as you had in the dark. It was blood that covered your hands, your hair, and your face, stiffed your clothes. It was blood that had seeped through the mat and the wooden slats below to the special hidey-hole your Daddy (The Other Parent) made for you. It was blood that clogged your nostrils with iron as you gasped in ragged breaths.

It was blood that had spilled like water after the screams went quiet.

“No matter what you hear, you mustn’t make a sound. Promise me, (M/N). Promise!”
Trembling you forced yourself to stop looking at the rust that wasn’t rust, and pulled yourself out of the hole, closing the trapdoor with careful hands – and averted your eyes – so it wouldn’t make a noise. And then you stood staring at the wall. You didn’t want to turn and see what lay on the other side, what you’d pushed off the top of the trapdoor. But the wall was splattered with the rust that wasn’t rust too. Tiny bits of it began to flake off, baked by the hot sun pouring in through the sky-window. Stomachs all twisted and your heart a lump, you looked away from the wall and to the floor, but it was streaked with pale brown, your feet having made a small prints on the polished wood. The dirt inside the hole hadn’t been wet. Not until after.

After the screams went quiet.


You closed your eyes, but you could still smell the rust that wasn’t rust.

And you knew you had to turn around.

Had to see.

[END VIEW]
(DON’T BE MAD THERE’S A CONTINUATION OF YOUR PAST, I’LL TYPE IT IN LATER CHAPTER!)

[20 YEARS LATER]

[LUCIFER’S POV]

They’re at it again… why can’t they just leave my cousin alone? They’ve been bullying him since the day he came to World Academy, and that’s a Year and a Half ago. It was getting annoying… Gilen Beilschmidt was his name always comes back to his dorm room with bruises and barely keeping up in training and academics, those brutish jocks often tripping on the track and the old instructor did nothing about it and scold the poor guy. Gilen had good grades and it went downhill since the bullying starts, I often caught those idiots messing with his stuff, taking his assignments, tearing his notes which caused my poor cousin to fail the exam, every single night I could hear him crying in silence, I don’t know how much abuse Gilen had suffered as he was the most docile amongst us Germanic Siblings and Relatives. Then I realized, enough was enough, I just can’t stand and watch my cousin get mauled again… I must do something before something bad will happen to Gilen.

[END OF POV]

[THE NEXT DAY]

Lucifer watched as his cousin got bullied by the Jocks again, Engel standing by his side with a worried look on his face.

“This is getting out of hand, we have to do something about this.” He sighed woefully.

The Sandy blond haired German hummed as if thinking of something after noticing Aki- Engel’s Japanese friend helped Gilen to the Nurse’s Office. Lucifer stormed to the Head’s Office along with his friends, once they got there Lucifer didn’t bother to knock and just opened the door with a very pissed off look in his face.

“Lucifer? Care to explain?” Sir Aldrich asked firmly.

“Oh I’ll Explain alright…” Lucifer growled.

Everyone in the room froze, they knew that Pissing Lucifer Off is Equal to close facing a Lion Face to Face.

“Has any of you have taken notice of the Bullying?” Lucifer asked.

Silence…

“I’ll take that as a ‘No’ You see for the Past 1 Year and a Half my Poor Cousin Gilen had been suffering the blunt of Bullying and it pisses me off when none of you had noticed it.” Lucifer stated icily.

“I had my suspicions… and I was currently discussing it with Lady Terra.” Sir Natsumiko called out.

“You had your suspicions, yet you didn’t do anything to stop it for the meantime to give Gilen a break?” Engel asked raising an eyebrow.

Angelo was about to say something when Aki came barrelling through the Door.

“Lucifer-san… help…” The Japanese boy said desperately. “It’s Gilen…”

Lucifer ran out of the room to the Nurse’s Office, as he was coming closer he could hear anguished cries and curses inside the Infirmary.

“Gilen! You need to calm down! Bruder!” Gilbert’s voice cried out.

“How could he suffer like this, Ve~? What did he do wrong?” Feli’s voice sobbed.

“Does anyone have been keeping an eye on him in his Dorm room? Because I found Suspicious Marks on his body.” Ludwig asked stiffly as if he was trying to restrain his fury.

“What Kind of Mark, West?” Lutz asked.

There was a vicious growl in the room, surely it’s from Ludwig

“Gilen… He had been raped. Gilen had been raped. And now seemly insignificant oddities on his body, chilling become evidence of the vile act that had taken place. Wrists that had nearly been crushed, scrapes on the outside thighs, and the marks around Gilen’s mouth.” Ludwig Explained.

Lucifer’s eyes widened, Kami-sama no. Lucifer started trembling slightly, but he snapped himself out of it and turned to look back at his friends only to find the Horrified Adults there as well. Lucifer looked at his Italian friend

“Hey Engel… do you remember that Albino Guy who came from (Country name) as an exchange student?” Lucifer asked.

“You mean the Kid who looked like the Next Count Dracula in the Making?” Angelo asked only to receive a smack on the head in courtesy of Engel.

“Yeah, I know him… why?” Engel answered.

“Well… we haven’t seen him since we Graduated Elementary, Right?” Lucifer asked.

“Lucifer… what are you planning?” Engel asked suspiciously.

“Nothing… So where is he right now?” Lucifer asked.

“Oh! He’s Currently in Transylvania in his Grandpa’s Mansion.” Angelo chimed.

“How’d you know that quickly?” Sir Gallia asked scratching his head.

“Angelo have his way, give him a Computer and he’ll Hack anything his skills can get him into.” Engel answered.

“I have his School Files too… He graduated earlier since he skipped grades because he’s smart. Now He’s Currently stay at home.” Angelo chirped. “Are you going to ask him to come here?”

“I don’t have his Number.” Lucifer sighed.

“I do, I have recently visiting his Blog and I asked for his Number. I can give it to you.” Angelo chirped happily.

“Alright… Give me his number so I could call him.” Lucifer said glancing at the door.

Angelo fished out his phone and gave it to Lucifer, the said boy searched for a Certain Name until he Stumbled upon the Name of (M/N) (L/N), he took out his phone and dialled the number then pressed Call, he made sure that it was in Loud Speaker

It rang Once…

Twice…

And until the third Ring it was picked up and a voice that could freeze all blood if possible

“Greetings, You have reached the Home of (M/N) (L/N), Who may I ask is Calling?”

TO BE CONTINUED

NOTE: I’M CURRENTLY RESTING BEFORE CONTINUING THE CHALLENGE, RIGHT NOW I’M CURRENTLY DOING ANOTHER STORY…IT KEPT ON BUGGING ME SO I HAVE TO DO IT

I WONDER WHY THERE ISN’T MUCH STORY ON 2P! PRUSSIA… HE’S NICE…

SO I MADE ONE OR POSSIBLY TWO FOR 2P! PRUSSIA STORY…