Hetalia Shots!

On The Edge of Nowhere (World x Country! Male Reader)

Having a bit of a hard time as of late and just needed to channel it out somewhere and this is what happened next.

[m/n] = male name

[c/n] = country name

Narrator's POV

"Tis the end~ Tis the end~"  A man said with a musical sigh as he stood on a beach on a small island off the shore of a bigger one.  The larger island was a small country known as [c/n].

The people were peaceful, their culture rich and lengthy, and though they mostly kept to their business, they prospered in trade and technology.  It was a rich and futuristic country, yet it still blended in well with nature.

Skyscrapers towered high in the sky, some past the clouds, while nature seemed to be everywhere, from trees to grassy fields, to flowers.  People would dance and sing in the streets, lovers found themselves on the beaches, as friends would go to bars to be merry, children laughed as they ran though the parks and playgrounds.  It was a lovely, lovely country.  No one would say they were ever an enemy of it, and yet...

"Woe, woe, woe is me~  Tis the end of the land you see~"  The man continued to sing as he sighed.  He bent down and grabbed a fist full of sand before straightening up.

"The land that reached for the sky~  All for nay~  For you can see~  Tis the end, tis the end for poor, woeful me~"  He continued to sing in a whimsical sigh, much like a jester or an actor saying their lines.

"Like sands in the sea~  Or dust in the wind~  Thou shall see~  That that is God's fate for poor, woeful me~"  He said, loosening his fingers slightly to let the sand trickle forth, being carried by the wind as one of those massive skyscrapers began to crack and shake a bit.  It soon began to slowly fall in on itself, plumes of dust beginning to appear in the blue sky.

"And so races my mind..."  The man whispered out.  "Tis the end, tis the end for poor, woeful me..."  He finished with a long sigh as he watched from a small, uninhabited island.

"[c/n]!"  Someone cried, making the man turn slightly, glancing behind himself to see a group approach him, running as if their lives depended on it.

"Dude!  We've been looking for you!"  A young man, looking nineteen years old, said as he arrived closer to the older male.

"Aiya!  Are you okay [c/n], aru?"  A slim Chinese man asked, trying to get closer to the man in question, but was stopped by a raised hand as the man stared at him, his eyes practically looking through him as he left the fist of sand go completely.

His eyes then lazily glanced at the other nations who stood a few feet behind the Chinese man, gazing worriedly at this poetic man.  But all they got in return was that same see-through look before he turned back towards the island across the sea.

Just then another level of the skyscraper imploded, as another skyscraper began to crack diagonally, its top half sliding down and falling to the earth, returning to its origin on the ground.

The nations behind the solemn jester gasped in horror, in terror, in despair at the site, all the while the jester sighed slightly.

"Have you divine beings abandoned me~?"  The man mused quietly.  "My once bountiful land has withered~  My lovely sea has no fish~ It sounds like quite the end, for poor, woeful me~"

 "Da, we will provide you food, [c/n],"  A man with a thick Russian accent said, stepping forward, his scarf swaying in the wind.  "No one should go hungry, da?"

"Hai, I wirr share some of my fish with your peopre,"  A mild mannered Japanese man said, placing his hand on his chest.  The older nation glanced back for only a second, still seeing through the two men rather than at them.  He soon enough glanced back at the island.