This is just something short and feel-y.
Hetalia AU
RussiaxBelarus
Warning: Contains emotional break-down.
I don't own Hetalia, or any of the characters.
Natalya wondered why her chest hurt so much, until a rush of air deflated her lungs. Oh, when had she started holding her breath? She didn't remember, just as she couldn't recall how long ago the doctor had left the room. She felt a light squeeze, and instinctively tightened her grip on the hand in hers, desperately needing her love's reassurance. Her nails were probably digging into the poor man's flesh, but Ivan said nothing. It had been three years now since she'd married her crush since childhood, Ivan Braginski, the man who'd practically been a brother for her. Natalya had gladly traded her maiden name of Arlovskaya for his, and had been overjoyed to find he wanted children. All her life she'd dreamt of marrying this man and starting a family, cradling her son to sleep at night, doing her daughter's hair, but three years had passed and still their nest was empty. She had begun to worry there was something wrong with her, and eventually even Ivan's assurance it would only take time began to waver. He too was worried something wasn't right, and they had come to their doctor, pleading for help.
The sound of footsteps outside the door made her tense, and again she felt the reassuring squeeze of her husband's hand as her eyes snapped to the door. She held her breath again, hoping, praying. . . but the look on the doctor's face said it all. Her eyes rang and her heart tightened painfully. Something deep inside her broke as her worst fears were confirmed: Never would she bare a child of her womb. She had failed herself and her husband. She wasn't strong enough to bare them the babies they longed for. She wept, the clinic room vanishing as Ivan pulled her close, as if he could shield her from the excruciating pain with his arms. There was nothing now but them and their sorrow in a world of grief. The doctor and nurses tried frantically to calm her, but she didn't even acknowledge their existence, weeping like only a woman with a shattered heart could, until a sharp pinprick made her shudder. She pulled back, staring up at Ivan's pained face through eyes clouded with tears.
As the sedative took over and her world slowly faded away, she could only whisper one thing, over and over, falling limp in his arms, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. . ."