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The Hands of Time [Prussia x Depressed!Reader]

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     Everything seemed to come hand in hand with time. People always told you,
"Good things come to those who wait" and how "Time heals all wounds". But
how much did those sayings actually hold even a sliver of truth in them?
 
    Time in itself was a lie.

    Sometimes it passed like the wind, quick and restless, carrying all the
joyous emotions with them. Sometimes it passed like a turtle, barely
crawling by while dragging its body along, making every single thought and
movement painful. Time was never constant. The entire theory of "time" was
an illusion, something to trick both the mind and the heart.

    Smiling darkly, your fingers pressed firmly into the metal railing
underneath you. Ah, how frail everything was in this world. In fact, humans
were the easiest to crush. If you just leaned forward a little and let go
of this one thing anchoring you to this world...

    ...it'd be over.

    Just like that.

    Of course you wouldn't actually do that. That would be a pitiful way to end
yourself, you knew that much. If you wanted to leave this world, you would
have to end the string of life a little more...dramatically.

    Gosh, you'd gotten quite morbid. Enough of this death talk.

    With a quick hop, you got off the railing and planted your feet on the
solid concrete roof of the building. Letting out a quick breath, you turned
to look back at the last few seconds of the setting sun before it hid under
the skyscrapers ahead.

    It would be dark soon, perhaps it'd be most wise if you went home already.

    But a part of you didn't want to go back. After all, there was nothing
remotely endearing about that place you were unfortunate enough to
call "home" anyways.

    Time passed achingly slow these days, as you counted down each sunset
before you could leave this city- create yourself somewhere anew. You would
be someone else different, no longer [FullName].

    Stretching a little lazily, you yawned while running a hand through your
[HairColor] locks. Maybe you shouldn't be staying up so late, you were
starting to get a little dizzy at times. As much as running away from home
wasn't a positive thing, time sure flew when you scribbled notes in your
little notebook of plans.

    Time was actually almost as screwed up as you were. How funny.

    You sat down, with a hand stretching forward to touch the handle of the
sheathed army knife tucked inside your boot. Reassured, you leaned back and
decided to take a quick nap. You were a light sleeper anyways, but in case
anyone tried to make a move on you while unconscious, they would be the one
receiving the nasty surprise.

    Closing your tired eyes, you fell back into the unrelenting arms of sleep.


...


 
    Click.

    You awoke, but refused to let the person that just closed the rooftop
door know that you had. Keeping your
body absolutely still, you breathed slowly as if still asleep. Relying on
your hearing instead of sight, you heard the oncoming sound of footsteps.

    Then, you heard a sigh.

    "Living everyday like this is completely unawesome."

    Hey buddy, guess what else is, I quote, "unawesome"? Your grammar.

    The footsteps stopped.

    "...a sleeping girl? On a roof?" the voice continued. You felt the unknown
male crouch down in front of you and poke your cheek.

    You almost twitched in annoyance, but kept up your charade while the hidden
weapon inside your boot seemed to burn like ice against your ankle.

    "But seriously, who sleeps on a roof? This frau doesn't seem very
intelligent..."

    Okay, that was the last straw.

    Your eyes flew open, as you pounced and ripped the dagger out of your boot
at the same time. It was darker now, the sky no longer painted with bright
oranges and pinks. Taking advantage of the night, you pressed the knife
against your intruder's windpipe while shielding your face with your now
darkened [HairColor] hair.

    "Hey, that wasn't very nice of you," you whispered, smiling unintentionally
at the look of surprise on the man's face.

    However, the pinned-down albino just smirks back and replies, "I know I'm
good-looking and all but why don't we get to know each other a little more
before you go after my awesome five meters?"

    Now it was your turn to look confused. "Excuse me? Your five meters of
what?"

    By the way his scarlet eyes glinted with amusement and his stupid
smirk made the corners of his lips curl with mischief you
knew it wasn't going to be anything good.

    "The five meters inside my p-"

    "Actually, I don't want to know," you quickly retorted, pressing the metal
blade just a little closer before he could finish that dreaded sentence.
Realizing that the intruder you were dealing with was just a narcissistic
and perverted weirdo, you slipped your knife back into the sheath in your
boot and moved away from him.

    He stands up too, complaining about something like a red line across
his throat looking unawesome or whatever.

    His lack of knowledge for correct grammar of the English language was
starting to irritate you.

    "What are you doing up here anyways?" you ask, hoping he'll take the hint
and leave before you start getting a headache.

    Surprisingly, he goes quiet. Thinking for a while, he seems to word his
answer thoughtfully before answering, "I just wanted some...fresh air I
guess. What about you?"

    Without missing a beat, you chimed, "Same. Just needed to clear my
thoughts."

    "Thoughts about what?"

    Geez, this guy was like a curious child.

    A tall, albino and egoistic child.

    "Stuff. So why have your days been the opposite of amazing?" you
quickly decided to counter with a question instead, hoping that just like a child- he'd  be distracted quite easily.

    Hesitating, he mumbled, "Well, you probably won't believe me anyways."

    Just like you suspected, he was completely oblivious to your obvious
subject change. Yet you were still a bit unsatisfied. You knew what it was
like to have a bad day, after all you've gone through some pretty bad
things. You'd believe him.

    "Try me," you answered, leaning against the rail. Mirroring you, he crossed
his arms against the railing as well and set his eyes on some point in the
distance.

    "Do you remember...the country of Prussia?"

    Prussia? The name rings a bell, probably something your teacher had
mentioned once or twice in a history class. But what did a country have to
do with a bad day?

    "I suppose. What about it?" you replied.

    "Well, this is the difficult part to believe, but I'm kind of...Prussia."

    Face unchanging, you continued, "Huh. A walking, talking
personification of a country.

    That's a first."

    "I don't know if you know, but Prussia dissolved and became part of the
other countries. Nowadays, I'm just kind of...forgotten. I hate it. It
makes me feel unawesome."

    You don't even attempt to correct his grammar, and instead you finally say
after a dragged-out silence, "Wow. So I guess the two of us are kind of the
same."

    He looks at you with suspicion. "The awesome me and you? I don't think so."

    "Hey, I may not look like it but I've got my fair share of experiences
with being ignored," you added, bumping your elbow with his.

    The so-called personification of Prussia doesn't say a word. He looks down
at the alleyway below the building. The same alleyway that you had been
staring at before your little joke about leaning forward off the railing.

    "You know, things don't always get better with time. Time isn't a healer,
he's just a jerk that likes to deceive you by thinking that events won't
make a lasting impression on you forever. Even so, there's just one good
thing about Time," even though you were saying all this for his ears, a
part of you felt consoled hearing your opinions being voiced aloud so they
were no longer mere ideas but actual solid words taking shape in reality.

    "Time carries these little precious things called memories. Not all of them
are good, but there are those little rare ones which you will remember not
matter how much Time has carried you away from that event's
occurrence. I guess...maybe when you're feeling lonely just revisit
your memories. I'm sure you must have a couple of good ones tucked in
here," you experiment with a little smile and knock gently with your
knuckles against his silvery-grey hair.

    "I'm offended frau, is this how you treat an awesome country like me?"
he winces then grins like a trickster. He turns back to the
skyscrapers ahead and whisper, "But I guess you're right... I will
just have to remember the good times right?"

    You look up at his crimson eyes, except they were dull with an emotion
you couldn't pinpoint. He was seeing something that you couldn't see.

    "I'm glad to know you're seeing some sense," you tease with the
satisfaction that you helped someone out.

    Absentmindedly, you glanced over at the albino's wristwatch and
blinked in confusion at the time the smooth face displayed.

    "It has gotten kinda late, I should probably go," you tug your coat a
little closer to you and turn to step towards the roof's door.

    "Wait."

    The door's smooth handle felt astonishingly cool in your palm, and you
halted after hearing his command.

    A few quick strides and Prussia was right behind you, hand on your shoulder.

    "Danke schön. I never got your name, but I want you to call me Gilbert."

    What did you have left to lose? Turning around to face him, you looked
up at his scarlet orbs and confidently announced, "My name's [Name]. See you later  Gilbert, thank you as well."

    And with that, you left with the door closing off the moment between you and Gilbert.

     After you left, the silver-haired country chuckles, "That [Name]...she's really something isn't she?"


...


    Even though the two of you would most likely never meet again, you smiled into your scarf- amazed that perhaps time really wasn't all that bad, because you were sure this was a memory that you would treasure no matter how far the hands of time moved into the future.




~Fin~
This is my contest entry for :iconaph-best-readers:'s Contest of Time!
Sorry it's a little on the later side, but I still managed to finish it ^_^
And I don't know, does the reader seem kind of depressed? A little maybe x3
I gave it my all, and so I really appreciate the chance to compete against so many good authors! Good luck to everyone :iconyayprussiaplz:

I do not own the preview picture, all rights go to the original artist. I found the image at this link > images4.fanpop.com/image/photo… (I apologize, I was not able to find the original artist but I do not own this image in any way, shape or form)
I do not own Hetalia or Prussia, all rights go to :iconhimaruyaplz:
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I own the overall story and plot! :iconcross-angel-chan:
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