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Depressed! BTT x Dead! Reader: I Swear this time I mean it
Oh Florida, please be still tonight
Don't disturb this love of mine
Look how she's so serene
You've gotta help me out
Spain looked out into the skies as it rained all day. It was hard to believe just three days ago you were going to be his and only his. You left without a goodbye but he didn’t care, he was too busy trying not to lose his mind over loosing you so easy. You slipped from the space between his fingers when he wasn’t looking. He was waiting for you…forever. He wanted the big man upstairs to give you back to him.
And count the stars to form in lines
And find the words we'll sing in time
I want to keep her dreaming
It's my one wish, I won't forget this
He looked to his left then to his right; his friends had left him to pick up chicks…again. He kept trudging on, eventually making his way home. He picked up his guitar and started to play some chords crying his eyes out in the process. He started to sing about nothing, and slightly prayed that you were dreaming forever. He promised himself he’d never forget anything that is happening he didn’t want to.
I'm outdated, overrated
Morning seems so far way
Weeks passed, his pocket was drying up with money disappearing faster than ever. He couldn’t stop spending his money on drugs, alcohol, and (Favorite Flowers). Antonio was losing his grip and couldn’t sleep. Morning wasn’t ever coming in his mind; it was forever night in his world. The only time he even picked up his mood was when he was singing on his guitar about you.
So I'll sing a melody
And hope to God she's listening
Sleeping softly while I sing
And I'll be your memories
Your lullaby for all the times
Hoping that my voice could get it right
Francis joined him now and again, observing from a distance as his friend sang all the time. He wanted anything for his friend to be happy but for the moment, there was nothing he could do. Every time Francis watched, gilbert was watching the next day. He heard Spain sing and cry. It was hurting to see their friend ache. With a deep exhale of air Gilbert tried to make out what Antonio was singing. It was some kind of lullaby for you, about the good times, and every last pitch was perfect. Gilbert slid down the door on his back; the depression was taking over him as well. Sure he wasn’t going to marry you like Antonio was but you were still important. He started to sing along with the melody.
If luck is on my side tonight
My clumsy tongue will make it right
And wrists that touch
It isn't much, but it's enough
To form imaginary lines
Forget your scars, we'll forget mine
The hours change so fast
Oh God, please make this last
Prussia wondered on and on but was stuck in a misery loop. All of this was way too much for one man to handle. He pulled out his German cross necklace and kissed it hoping you made it to the other side safely. His eyes widened and he fell to his knees, for the third time today he was remembering how you died so rashly.
~Flashback~
You had your (h/c) hair down and a vale trailing down your back. He came into your room where you were getting ready. He saw you, trying to tell you how you looked but the words never came out. Curse his clumsy ass tongue. Instead he took your wrist and pulled you into a hug. He couldn’t believe this was all real. You and his best friend were getting married in just a matter of minutes. This hug was all he needed of you; after all you were Francis’ sister and Toni’s bride. So this was just enough for him.
Everyone didn’t see it coming, but as if karma had sick sense of humor, when Toni was just slipping the ring on your left hand the doors to the church smashed open. Your (e/c) with surprise at who it was. Every last 2P Country side by side was lined up at the door frame, with weapons in hand. Instantly they challenged the 1P’s including your groom. 2P England pulled you away and you punched his face running out to where Toni and 2P Canada were having a show down. Antonio was over powered but was trying his hardest to swing punches.
Somehow 2P America joined them and swung his baseball bat at Spain’s face you ran and took the hit in your torso. You cried out with pain and fell to the ground with a thud, coughing up blood.
~Flashback END~
Prussia started to cry more and more. The rest was too awful to remember. He tried to think about you in better times but kept drifting off into thoughts about your funeral. The scars on your Stomach covered by an elegant black cocktail dress. Francis remembered you talking about when you died. You wanted everyone to wear white and you’d be the one to wear black, because you thought because you were the one passing you should wear black to resemble black and everyone else wear white to resemble life. It hurt Gilbert to remember all of this. He shook it from his mind.
'Cause I'm outdated, overrated
Morning seems so far way
Gilbert Sang along with the once cheerful Spaniard. He was losing sleep; he was starting to turn pale and almost stopped eating completely. He too was stuck in a world where night kept going. This was getting noticed not only by France, but Germany, Hungary, and Austria as well. He wasn’t being the arrogant, self-centered, annoying guy he usually was. He’s now the boy who’s slouched so much he’ll almost fall over.
So I'll sing a melody
And hope to God she's listening
Sleeping softly while I sing
And I'll be your memories
Your lullaby for all the times
Hoping that my voice could get it right
Could get it right
France was taking a bunch of notice over his friend’s behavior, but was starting to understand his loss. He’d lost to death’s game and you were now gone. He stood in cosmic shock all alone in the rain. Ignoring the cars swerving past him with their headlights off, and the snarling remarks made by their drivers, he let tears escape his once magnificent blue eyes. He started to hear the singing of his friends. They were coming closer and he heard their melody to his sweet little sister who’s now on the other side. It reminded him of when you were little and scrape your knees and come crying to him to make it better, or the first time you pulled a prank on Ludwig with him and his friends. He too started to sing to the song for you. Hoping his voice was getting it right.
You could crush me
Please don't crush me
'Cause baby I'm a dreamer for sure
And I won't let you down
I swear this time I mean it
A few months passed on, the trio stuck close to one another, never leaving each other’s sides unless it was for showering or using the bathroom. They weren’t interested in seducing women as usual, now gaining attention of England, Canada, America, both halves of Italy and Even Denmark. Each one wondering what had happened. They had already forgotten your death but the BTT was never letting it go. They were dreamers, they promised to never let you down and they weren’t going to, even If they were depressed and sang to you the rest of their lives. Unlike most times when they told that to people, this time they swore they mean it.
And I'll sing a melody
And hope to God she's listening
Sleeping softly while I sing
And I'll be your memories
Your lullaby for all the times
Hoping that my voice could get it right
Years passed since the BTT went into their deadly depression, but they kept singing to you. Everyone wondered what happened to the once loud perverted threesome who were once full of lust, but didn’t bother to ask. Whatever the reason was it was too fragile a subject to the trinity for them to ask. As for the Bad touch trio they kept singing your lullaby as Spain played guitar, hoping you were sleeping softly as they did so. Each sang about the memories, all in a melody, hoping they were singing well enough for you. They forever missed you, and never left the state of depression until they too passed, and when they did, they stayed with you until eternity, singing sweet songs for you.
THE END
Oh Florida, please be still tonight
Don't disturb this love of mine
Look how she's so serene
You've gotta help me out
Spain looked out into the skies as it rained all day. It was hard to believe just three days ago you were going to be his and only his. You left without a goodbye but he didn’t care, he was too busy trying not to lose his mind over loosing you so easy. You slipped from the space between his fingers when he wasn’t looking. He was waiting for you…forever. He wanted the big man upstairs to give you back to him.
And count the stars to form in lines
And find the words we'll sing in time
I want to keep her dreaming
It's my one wish, I won't forget this
He looked to his left then to his right; his friends had left him to pick up chicks…again. He kept trudging on, eventually making his way home. He picked up his guitar and started to play some chords crying his eyes out in the process. He started to sing about nothing, and slightly prayed that you were dreaming forever. He promised himself he’d never forget anything that is happening he didn’t want to.
I'm outdated, overrated
Morning seems so far way
Weeks passed, his pocket was drying up with money disappearing faster than ever. He couldn’t stop spending his money on drugs, alcohol, and (Favorite Flowers). Antonio was losing his grip and couldn’t sleep. Morning wasn’t ever coming in his mind; it was forever night in his world. The only time he even picked up his mood was when he was singing on his guitar about you.
So I'll sing a melody
And hope to God she's listening
Sleeping softly while I sing
And I'll be your memories
Your lullaby for all the times
Hoping that my voice could get it right
Francis joined him now and again, observing from a distance as his friend sang all the time. He wanted anything for his friend to be happy but for the moment, there was nothing he could do. Every time Francis watched, gilbert was watching the next day. He heard Spain sing and cry. It was hurting to see their friend ache. With a deep exhale of air Gilbert tried to make out what Antonio was singing. It was some kind of lullaby for you, about the good times, and every last pitch was perfect. Gilbert slid down the door on his back; the depression was taking over him as well. Sure he wasn’t going to marry you like Antonio was but you were still important. He started to sing along with the melody.
If luck is on my side tonight
My clumsy tongue will make it right
And wrists that touch
It isn't much, but it's enough
To form imaginary lines
Forget your scars, we'll forget mine
The hours change so fast
Oh God, please make this last
Prussia wondered on and on but was stuck in a misery loop. All of this was way too much for one man to handle. He pulled out his German cross necklace and kissed it hoping you made it to the other side safely. His eyes widened and he fell to his knees, for the third time today he was remembering how you died so rashly.
~Flashback~
You had your (h/c) hair down and a vale trailing down your back. He came into your room where you were getting ready. He saw you, trying to tell you how you looked but the words never came out. Curse his clumsy ass tongue. Instead he took your wrist and pulled you into a hug. He couldn’t believe this was all real. You and his best friend were getting married in just a matter of minutes. This hug was all he needed of you; after all you were Francis’ sister and Toni’s bride. So this was just enough for him.
Everyone didn’t see it coming, but as if karma had sick sense of humor, when Toni was just slipping the ring on your left hand the doors to the church smashed open. Your (e/c) with surprise at who it was. Every last 2P Country side by side was lined up at the door frame, with weapons in hand. Instantly they challenged the 1P’s including your groom. 2P England pulled you away and you punched his face running out to where Toni and 2P Canada were having a show down. Antonio was over powered but was trying his hardest to swing punches.
Somehow 2P America joined them and swung his baseball bat at Spain’s face you ran and took the hit in your torso. You cried out with pain and fell to the ground with a thud, coughing up blood.
~Flashback END~
Prussia started to cry more and more. The rest was too awful to remember. He tried to think about you in better times but kept drifting off into thoughts about your funeral. The scars on your Stomach covered by an elegant black cocktail dress. Francis remembered you talking about when you died. You wanted everyone to wear white and you’d be the one to wear black, because you thought because you were the one passing you should wear black to resemble black and everyone else wear white to resemble life. It hurt Gilbert to remember all of this. He shook it from his mind.
'Cause I'm outdated, overrated
Morning seems so far way
Gilbert Sang along with the once cheerful Spaniard. He was losing sleep; he was starting to turn pale and almost stopped eating completely. He too was stuck in a world where night kept going. This was getting noticed not only by France, but Germany, Hungary, and Austria as well. He wasn’t being the arrogant, self-centered, annoying guy he usually was. He’s now the boy who’s slouched so much he’ll almost fall over.
So I'll sing a melody
And hope to God she's listening
Sleeping softly while I sing
And I'll be your memories
Your lullaby for all the times
Hoping that my voice could get it right
Could get it right
France was taking a bunch of notice over his friend’s behavior, but was starting to understand his loss. He’d lost to death’s game and you were now gone. He stood in cosmic shock all alone in the rain. Ignoring the cars swerving past him with their headlights off, and the snarling remarks made by their drivers, he let tears escape his once magnificent blue eyes. He started to hear the singing of his friends. They were coming closer and he heard their melody to his sweet little sister who’s now on the other side. It reminded him of when you were little and scrape your knees and come crying to him to make it better, or the first time you pulled a prank on Ludwig with him and his friends. He too started to sing to the song for you. Hoping his voice was getting it right.
You could crush me
Please don't crush me
'Cause baby I'm a dreamer for sure
And I won't let you down
I swear this time I mean it
A few months passed on, the trio stuck close to one another, never leaving each other’s sides unless it was for showering or using the bathroom. They weren’t interested in seducing women as usual, now gaining attention of England, Canada, America, both halves of Italy and Even Denmark. Each one wondering what had happened. They had already forgotten your death but the BTT was never letting it go. They were dreamers, they promised to never let you down and they weren’t going to, even If they were depressed and sang to you the rest of their lives. Unlike most times when they told that to people, this time they swore they mean it.
And I'll sing a melody
And hope to God she's listening
Sleeping softly while I sing
And I'll be your memories
Your lullaby for all the times
Hoping that my voice could get it right
Years passed since the BTT went into their deadly depression, but they kept singing to you. Everyone wondered what happened to the once loud perverted threesome who were once full of lust, but didn’t bother to ask. Whatever the reason was it was too fragile a subject to the trinity for them to ask. As for the Bad touch trio they kept singing your lullaby as Spain played guitar, hoping you were sleeping softly as they did so. Each sang about the memories, all in a melody, hoping they were singing well enough for you. They forever missed you, and never left the state of depression until they too passed, and when they did, they stayed with you until eternity, singing sweet songs for you.
THE END
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You tilted your head towards his bedroom window. There were bright lights seeping out from the sides of his curtains. Yup, he’s awake. Probably playing video games with Tony.
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"But Denmark, he isn't even here! Please come out! Besides it's late and I made dinner, and Finland and Sweden should be home soon." Iceland said, turning the knob on the door to try to get in.
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AN: Not much dialogue sorry.
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