You set your bag down and flopped on your bed, nothing was going right. Your grades in school were beginning to suffer, friends were in a major argument and won't speak to you either since you were neutral, and your art. You felt like your writings and drawings were doing awful, RPs, original works, fanfiction, in English class, art class, fanart, everything. You brought out the works and just stared at the words. Tears dripped onto them, making the ink run together into illegible words. A few drawing were spread out on the ground, the Hetalia characters could only stare. You threw the pages down to the floor as you began to cry, really sob as you just broke. Your parents and siblings (if you have) were out, so nobody to interrupt your breakdown. Before, you were teetering on just giving up, but Hetalia has mostly helped you escape; their jokes, stories, just them. Collapsing on the bed, you let out a few more pitiful gasps and cries before slipping off to sleep. Giving the last thought, 'I'm so terrible at...everything.'
"E-excuse me? (N-Name), please w-wake up," a quiet voice woke you up. Blurry (e/c) eyes opened to see concerned bluish-violet ones, Canada? The apparent Canada gave you a small smile as he helped you stand up. You looked around to see a few of the countries from Hetalia... In a beautiful field of green, full of colorful flowers under a clear sky of blue. All of them standing around in a circle, looking at you.
"Why are you guys here? I never had a dream with you," You looked around confused. They all gave you kind smiles, even Romano had a comforting one.
He tilted his head, dark curl bouncing, "Idiota, we're here because you need us. Everything hasn't been good for you, no?" You sadly shook your head, tears welling in your eyes as you remembered the real world. "And did you drop this, ragazza?" Romano held up a few pages, familiar to the ones you cried on and threw to the ground earlier.
"(Name), love, they are wonderful! You're incredible at this and will only get better. So don't give up, poppet," England said, green eyes sincere, he also held up pages of different stories that you written for school. England was known for having fantastic authors, so hearing this was mind-blowing for you.
America gave a laugh, guess he'd been quiet too long, "I really liked the X Reader's of me, dude! They are awesome, don't you are bad! You got the hero right on!" You felt the tears slide down, but happy ones as you smiled at the American. He went over and took you in a bear hug, England having to remind him not to crush you as he patted your head. Canada hugged you along with his brother, not needing words.
"Kesese~ Zhey are as awesome as me! You are awesome too, so don't cry, frau," Prussia piped up, he gave you a bright grin and red-eyed wink as Gilbird chirped in agreement. The countries surrounded you giving praises about you and your work, also wrapping you in plenty of hugs that felt so real and nice.
France gave you a rose and a smile, "Oui, mon ami. A beautiful girl shouldn't shed tears over something that isn't true. 'ave faith in yourself, mon cher!~" He patted your (h/c) locks before China captured you in a hug. "So cute, aru! Don't cry!" he said nearly squeezing you to death, spinning you around.
"Carefur, China-san, don't crush (Name)-chan. I rove your drawings, don't give up! You wirr be a wonderfur artist," Japan said with a bow and even a short hug before retreating with a small blush though with a small smile.
Russia walked over and patted your head carefully to not hurt you, "Da, my little sunflower, you are great. If anyone says otherwise whack them with a pipe!" You giggled before hugging him gently, then letting go for him to move back.
Italy and Germany walked over to, Italy already nearly glomping you as you laughed. "Ve~ Bella, don't feel bad! We are always here, your art is splendido! If you feel sad, eat pasta!~" He cried, hanging onto you as you hugged back.
"Ja, ve are here. Just inside your computer screen," Germany chuckled, patting you on the shoulder with a smile also. Romano also joined over and hugged you along with his brother, of course after grumbling a bit about how you were an idiota for thinking you were terrible. They fell back after kissing you on the cheek, giving last complements and well wishes.
"BTT HUG ATTACK!" Three bodies tackled you to the ground giving their signature laugh, "Kesese~" "Ohonhon~" "Fusososo!"
Spain laid on your front, giving his usual bright grin, "Chica, no llores! Just know that we all love you, you are so cute!~" Prussia laughed, "Ja, frau. Being depressed is unawesome and unawesomeness doesn't mix with your awesomeness, liebling!"
You patted his white hair, "Don't worry I wont, 'Mr. Awesome'. Thank you, guys." Your (e/c) eyes stared at everyone around you as they helped you back up.
"Pinky promise that you won't forget this?" Canada now asked, sticking out his pinky finger with a childish smile as Kumajirou hugged your leg.
You looked around again as tears fell, "Pinky promise. I love you all." "And we all love you back, thank you for writing, drawing, and even thinking of us (Name)."
You shot up, quickly, glancing around your (f/c) room as you lay on your bed. You were alone again, the dream still vivid in your mind's eye, before something caught your attention. Well, many things actually. Around a nice stack of your drawings and papers were many items. A rose, a kitty charm, a light purple scarf, a burger, a box of pasta, an iron cross necklace, a cherry blossom flower, a tomato, a bottle of maple syrup, and a fancy pen all lay on your large desk... You noticed little post-its attached to each to tell you who it is from... You couldn't believe your eyes; you had to pick up each to make sure they were real. There was one post-it that was on the stack, lit up by the rising sun that read:
"Never Give Up. You Are Brilliant, Fantastic, AWESOME, Beautiful~, Cute!, THE HERO'S SIDEKICK, Wonderful, Talented. ~Love, the Axis and the Allies."
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