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Hetalia x Reader - Devil's Dance, Freestyle
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“Who will love you?
Who will fight?
And who will fall far behind?
C’mon skinny love!” – Skinny Love, Birdy
None of them spoke much at first.
Gilbert simply stood there, waiting for her, something that he always did, if he stopped to consider it for a moment. The smell of her perfume, something he had spent hours to no end trying to expel from his lungs and imagination, spiraled down his nostrils and throat, haunting his perception and memories on its way down. The man closed his hands into fists, his nails digging into his flesh their path back to reality.
But wrath never took too much time to boil, nor any of them was particularly patient.
“Look what she has done to you!” She screamed, pushing him in her anger with her small and pale hands, the same hands he had held so dearly before. It made the German stumbles backwards, since he no longer had any reference of his surroundings. His back met the wall painfully, stopping his fall at the same