Three Words - Switzerland x Reader

Switzerland x Reader
Three Words
♥

You couldn't count how many times this had happened. Five, or ten, fifteen, or twenty? It was funny how you thought the numbers mattered.

As you curled up on the curb outside in the cold, a strangled sob escaped you.

How many times had they said anything? How many times had the nasty whispers been hushed as you walked by? Had they given you dirty looks? Had they made you feel like this?

How many times, how far too many times, had you sat alone and cried?

You could cry to the point where it gave you a migraine and you still couldn't stop the sobbing, even when the tears dried up. But the next day you could cry again. How you wanted it to stop. How you wanted to just run away. It would be a dream come true.

But you couldn't be thinking like this. Who were you? Not some crybaby. You had to be strong. You were sick of this. The only way it would stop if you made it stop.

You sniffed and angrily wiped your face with your arm, trying to convince yourself it was all your fault, and as such you would fix it. Taking a deep breath, you lifted your head to the sky, hoping it would make the tears stop.

Sniffing again, you looked around. One ot two more tears rolled down your cheeks, but you were okay. For now.

You turned around, feeling eyes on you from somewhere. It wouldn't be anyone who cared or would help, but, still.

Your eyes were caught by brilliant green ones. Gasping and pulling back a little, you curled up as you looked over the person they belonged to, even though they were standing rather far away. They—he—had long, choppy, light blond hair and seemed rather short. His eyes, though, were cold. The mint-green was flat and completely uninterested as he stared.

Those eyes. So uncaring, as he stood and stared. You hardly recognized him, but you still felt your heart shatter and tears well in your eyes again as his stayed ice-cold.

He probably heard all those rumours, too, only helping spread them along. He already thought bad of you, without even speaking to you. It was all there, in the way he stood, his facial expression, his awful eyes.

You couldn't take it already, and hid your head back in your knees. You weren't trying to feel this way, it just happened. And so you stayed like that.

Who knows how long later, he was gone as you looked around for him. You felt relieved but heartbroken at the same time. Sighing, you rested your head back in your arms and closed your eyes.

♥

You woke up with a jolt. You didn't even realize you fell asleep, still sitting on the curb.

But nevermind that. That wasn't why you woke up.

Something touched you.

Someone touched you.

Startled, you looked up and were met with those same mint-green eyes. You scrambled back, scared by how close they were now. Taking in deep breaths, there was something different in the eyes. They were softer, kinder, more innocent. As you looked, you noticed it really wasn't the same person. She had the same hair, but there was a purple ribbon on one side.

She and the guy from before must be the Zwingli siblings. You hadn't heard that they were bad people, but...

Finally starting to calm down, you asked, "Can I help you?"

She blinked her doe-eyes at you. "Well, I was going to ask you that," she said. Her voice was quiet, but sweet.

"I don't want any help!" you suddenly snapped.

Her eyes saddened, the I-was-only-trying-to-help look clear on her face.

Your heart sunk too, and you quickly mumbled an apology, looking back down at your feet. "It's just... hard," you told her, trying to give a valid excuse without making her want to pry. She probably knew everything already. "Nothing matters anymore," you muttered.

There was no response, and you looked up. She was gone.

Of course. Why would you expect any different?

You stood, and, angry at yourself, and stumbled home for the day.

♥

All too soon, you found yourself back outside, angrily marching around on the pavement a few days later. It would never get any better, why did you even try? It was so useless. You flopped back down onto the curb, head in your hands, wanting to scream.

These feelings were almost like you were bi-polar. One day you were a tearful mess, the next you just wanted to punch someone. You were both upset and mad, but you were mostly worn-out and frustrated.

Today being one of the days you weren't able to sit still, you stood up again and walked off into the little gathering of trees. Maybe you could just get away for a while if you just climbed up one. Jumping for the lowest branch, that was useless, too. Sighing, you crossed your arms and leaned against the tree.

Alone with your thoughts, they ran rampant no matter how hard you tried to stop them. This had to be one of the worst parts, not even being able to control your own mind. Like even your brain believed all the lies that were going around.

"________."

You jumped, the voice thankfully pulling you away from your thoughts. It was the guy from yesterday. Of course he knew your name, everyone knew it.

"Yes?" you replied uncertainly.

He took a few steps closer and looked at you oddly, like you were just some specimen of something. Your brows furrowed and you looked at him, defensively crossing your arms.

"Is everything they say true?"

Not this again. You couldn't believe it. Once again those stupid tears stung your eyes. You held them back best you could.  "No. Not a chance," you said, your voice cracking. They wouldn't listen, but you wouldn't give up defending yourself.

He continued to look at you, but as soon as you decided that it was making you uncomfortable, he turned and leaned against another tree.

Soon, so many minutes of silence passed you couldn't take it anymore. "Who are you and why?" you demanded, hoping he would get the "why" was asking about why he wanted to know.

"Basch Zwingli," he responded, turning his head and his cold eyes meeting yours. "Because I wanted to know."

You humph. So he was Zwingli. "But why?" you question again. "You still won't believe me even if you ask."

"Says who?"

You blink, honestly completely surprised.

"It's not fair to take sides," he said. "Maybe it's just me, but you shouldn't make a decision about anything unless it's impartial."

Staring at him, you felt the what-are-you-saying? look crawl onto your features.

He looked at you, and his eyes changed for a second. "My little sister is worried about you. So I wanted to know the truth."

You felt something mean rise inside you. There was no way to keep back the words, you had been hurt like this too many times. "Because you wouldn't want your precious sister being around someone as much of a bad influence as I am?"

Even though you were still mad, you instantly regretted your accusation.

He looked at you, a deep scowl drawn on his face. That had been true, but that wasn't all of the reasoning as to why he asked. He tried to keep his temper in. It wasn't your fault you were so defensive, you were going through a tough time. It was only natural. "That was part of it, yes, but not all of it. Just so you know, I think what's going on is wrong," he said with no emotion. "So, I'll believe you."

You gasped. Those three words.

No... No way. They weren't true. What did he mean? Surely not...

A flood of sudden emotions had you quivering. Your knees weak, you slid down the tree to your bottom, bringing your arms close. Your breath was shallow and came in gasps, too. Starting to shake your head, you mumbled, "No, no," on repeat until hot tears slid down your cheeks and your throat closed. You looked up at him and back down to your hands, the tears blurring everything, not knowing what to think.

His hand appeared in your foggy vision, and, looking back up to his eyes, you saw something kinder. Still shaking, you swallowed back the tears, and, moaning slightly, took his hand. He helped you to your feet, where you stumbled.

And suddenly, you realised what this was you were feeling. An emotion you hadn't felt in so long. Happiness. Gratitude. But more than that, you felt saved.

It was only one person, and three little words. It shouldn't have made such a big difference.

But it did.

You squeezed his hand and brought it close to your face as you sobbed harder.

You were saved by those three small words.

"I believe you."