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Hetalia X Reader: I Dreamed a Dream

There was a young lady centered in the brigades of the several armies that
crowed in the center. A woman of no real beauty; of no real identity. She was
a nobody who has lived in the shadows of warfare, sunken into the bottom of the
darkness. She was a “miserable” so they called people like her. She used to have
wishes and dreams of being someone… of being a person recognized by society.
Many nations gathered here in Europe. The Germans, American, French, English,
Italians, Japanese, Chinese, Koreans, Russians, Canadians, Nordics, Greeks,
and even the Spanish among their many allies gathered to fight amongst each
other in a horrible massacre.

The girl screamed as she clutched the body of someone dearest… a little boy
who has stood by her since her days of sorrow. A little boy with blonde hair
and now warm small hands turning cold and lifeless. His pale skin grew paler
and ever so dead. His father was a sailor until recently when he was shot by an
enemy naval force. That boy was Peter… a young fellow who had dreams like her
to be someone. Nothing though would come for them… Which is why she stood there
in the crowd clutching this now dead child in her blood stained arms.

Yet despite her being a nobody she was noticed by everyone else.
She was gazed down upon by generals, soldiers, officers. They all had stopped.

“T-This is just swell”, she teared up. “Isn’t this all just swell…? I-Isn’t
this all what we’ve come for? To see loved ones bloodshot in front of our
eyes, comrades beaten and cold by the hands of people as equal to us?! People
who have a family and children they bared and raised; who needed them?  In
all my years living in such un-financial and economic despair, I’m still here
to say that this is very unkindly and completely a disgrace! And you still
call yourselves heroes, servers of justice, and the judgment of god?!
Well… that’s so naïve….”

She laid the boy on some hay nearby her and wiped her tears quickly. She
looked into the crowd of the many soldiers whom were prepared to fight
but also… listen.

“Miss, your point here isn’t valid. We’ve come to fight for our own
reasons”, said General Kirkland with a look of concern. He pitied the
girl indeed.

“Then if we shall all die, let me be the first to express myself for
the first time in all my life living in the dump you all call home!”

The crowd silenced as looked at the young lady. She stood there for a
moment, collecting her thoughts. Looking up into the sky she called upon
the generals to join in the center. Hesitant at first they were but soon
abided by her wishes. She looked into the green emerald eyes of Arthur
Kirkland and frowned but continued her speech in a dulcet tone gazing
into a man of authority.

“There was a time when men were kind. When
their voices were soft and their words inviting…”

She traveled to the man next to him. He was a kind looking fellow with wavy
blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes which sparkled. She grabbed his hands
and forced a smile through all her sadness. “There was a time when love was
blind and the world was a song and the song was exciting.”

She remembered that time when all was right for her. She
remembered the smiling boy’s face that now stood lifeless.
“There was a time then it all went wrong…”

She traveled around the men looking into each one in the eye, showing all
her feelings of anger, sadness, but also… hope. Looking into the eyes of a
tall blonde German general she placed a hand on his cheek. Although her touch
was cold he could feel a warming in his heart. “I dreamed a dream in times
gone by. When hope was high and life worth living…”

She grabbed the hands of a Greek and Turk placing them together
gently. “I dreamed that love would never die. I dreamed that
God would be forgiving…”

The Nordic generals gathered amongst another with pride. They didn’t show
mercy or fear and looked at the strange woman with pity. However, giving a
strong glance back she spoke “Then I was young and unafraid and dreams
were made and used and wasted. There was no ransom to be paid…”

“No song unsung and no wine untasted”, the French general chuckled as
he made his way toward the lady and bowed his head before her, pressing
his clean lips to her bloodstained fingers.  She smiled at him and hovered
over a younger general with blazing blue eyes and dirty blonde hair
showing a look of sadness. The girl placed a hand on his cheek and said
calmly “But the tigers come at night with their voices soft as thunder.
As they tear your hope apart and they turn your dream to shame.”

She looked at Peter and sobbed a little more. “He slept a summer by my side.
He filled my days with endless wonder. He took my childhood in his stride. But
he was gone when autumn came and still I dream he'll come to me. That we'll
live the years together….”

She looked over to General Yao and Honda with words of deep emotion.
“But there are dreams that cannot be and there are storms we cannot
weather.” Gazing up to General Ivan of Russia she scuffed in what little
pride she had. “I had a dream my life would be so different from this
hell I'm living!”

“It’s so different now from what it seemed”, General Antonio saddened.
She gazed up to him and grabbed his hands connecting them to the person
next to him, forming a circle joined by connected intertwined limbs.  
“Now life has killed….”



….The dream I dreamed.
I'm in love with this song so very much! The book and the play was also amazing! Now I'm dying to see the movie...


Do you all agree? Les Miseribles is just beautiful
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Rayseapokemon Featured By Owner Aug 16, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
you know i happened to read this when my ipod decided to play this song on shuffle
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canadaswee Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
listening to the song while reading this makes it so much more sad
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xxRipTidexx Featured By Owner Sep 6, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
:iconcryforeverplz:
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firepuddles Featured By Owner Jul 2, 2013
This song always has me to the brink of tears, thank you for this!
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pinkstar144 Featured By Owner Jul 2, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
No problem ^^
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MsPhangirl4LIFE Featured By Owner Jun 29, 2013   General Artist
I'm just crying so hard right now..;_; No matter how many times I read this,I cry as much as when I did the first time.:iconcryforeverplz:
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iNSaNiTY-Piano Featured By Owner Mar 31, 2013
Oh my god that was so beautiful I'm going to cry
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Theatrefreak123 Featured By Owner Mar 5, 2013
WAS ANYONE ELSE SINGING THE LYRICS?!?! Cuz I can't be the only person out there who was singin along!!
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PotterGirl1998 Featured By Owner Mar 24, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I was singing! I love Les Mis!
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Pudingmaster Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2013
So sweet... don't cry, don't cry. I'm crying
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