Reader — Gakuen Hetalia X

He squeezed your hand. And just like that, the empty seat beside you wasn't empty anymore. It was home.

"Who said you failed?" you asked gently.

You glanced to the empty desk to your left. The nameplate read: Arthur Kirkland .

The final bell had yet to ring, but the energy in Classroom 2-A was already buzzing with the lazy anticipation of a Friday afternoon. You sat near the window, the spring breeze rustling the pages of your notebook. Around you, the world was loud. gakuen hetalia x reader

He stared at your intertwined hands, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. "You… you really don't mind the chaos?"

You pulled a chair up next to him, close enough that your knees almost touched. "Alfred is Alfred. But he doesn't leave an empty seat next to me. You do."

You laughed, shaking your head. This was your normal. A chaotic, wonderful normal. But for the last three days, something had been missing. Or rather, someone . He squeezed your hand

Arthur Kirkland was slumped over a desk, his head resting on his crossed arms. His normally neat ash-blonde hair was a ruffled mess. He wasn't asleep. He was just staring at the dust motes dancing in the sunbeam.

He wasn't sick. He wasn't on a trip. He was just… absent. And the silence he left behind was louder than Alfred’s shouting or Feliciano’s singing. You missed the way he’d grumble about the tea being too weak, the way he’d wave his wand when he thought no one was looking, the way he’d get flustered and turn pink if you caught him staring.

He let you pull him to his feet, his fingers hesitantly lacing with yours. He was still blushing, but a small, genuine smile was playing on his lips. "Who said you failed

A snort of laughter escaped you before you could stop it. You quickly covered your mouth.

"You know," he murmured as you walked towards the door, "my brother's hair is still blue. We might have to fix that first."

When the lunch bell finally rang, you stood up. "I forgot my bento," you lied smoothly. "I'll be right back."