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"Please...believe me...I didn't do it..." the blonde pleaded with tear-filled violet eyes. "I'd never harm my best friend...She's all I had...."
"Then who did?!" emerald orbs bore holes into the hurt violet ones as a thick British accent rang out. "She was last seen with you!"
"I'm telling you it wasn't me!" the Canadian sobbed as loud as he could.
"Dude...we all saw you with her..." a gloved hand was placed on his forehead. "Five minutes before her body was discovered..."
Matthew could do nothing but sob as everyone blamed him for ______'s death. But she was his best friend, why would he ever hurt her?
"Look, we know that you did it..." Arthur mumbled in frustration. "So give it up already..."
"I wouldn't murder my best friend!" Canada stated in a hushed scream. "I'd never do anything to hurt her."
Both the other nations shook their heads and walked away, leaving the crestfallen nation to mourn.
His feet stumbled weakly as he made his way to the closed casket, being followed by glaring eyes. "Please, ______....I didn't do this...I wouldn't do this....I-...I just want you to know that."
Soon enough the cluster of nations surrounded the hole and watched as the casket slowly made it's way down. Some couldn't watch as the dirt covered her, so they settled with staring at the ground.
When that was through with they all looked to the tombstone, stomachs churning at what it read. But none of them dared to read it out loud, for fear of vomiting out of disgust.
One by one they each placed a white rose on her grave and left to go mourn elsewhere, until it came to Canada. He had always held a strong love for the girl who was now laid to rest, so he placed a red rose against the bottom of her tombstone.
"I'll never forget you.." he whispered to her.
It was now hours later and was snowing harshly in the graveyard. The crunch of fresh snow sliced through the silence and sorrow. The wind blew harsh against the man who now stood at her grave.
He scanned the scene in front of him, the white roses were hidden in the snow while a red one stood out.
Slowly the man knelt down and placed a blue rose opposite to the red one. "Thank you for sharing so much about yourself..." he chuckled with a thick Canadian accent. "I guess I've always wanted you for myself though...but you only saw him..."
A hand reached out and brushed off snow from the grave so he could read it. A small laugh passed through his pale lips at the last line.
"Look what my best friend has done to me."
"Then who did?!" emerald orbs bore holes into the hurt violet ones as a thick British accent rang out. "She was last seen with you!"
"I'm telling you it wasn't me!" the Canadian sobbed as loud as he could.
"Dude...we all saw you with her..." a gloved hand was placed on his forehead. "Five minutes before her body was discovered..."
Matthew could do nothing but sob as everyone blamed him for ______'s death. But she was his best friend, why would he ever hurt her?
"Look, we know that you did it..." Arthur mumbled in frustration. "So give it up already..."
"I wouldn't murder my best friend!" Canada stated in a hushed scream. "I'd never do anything to hurt her."
Both the other nations shook their heads and walked away, leaving the crestfallen nation to mourn.
His feet stumbled weakly as he made his way to the closed casket, being followed by glaring eyes. "Please, ______....I didn't do this...I wouldn't do this....I-...I just want you to know that."
Soon enough the cluster of nations surrounded the hole and watched as the casket slowly made it's way down. Some couldn't watch as the dirt covered her, so they settled with staring at the ground.
When that was through with they all looked to the tombstone, stomachs churning at what it read. But none of them dared to read it out loud, for fear of vomiting out of disgust.
One by one they each placed a white rose on her grave and left to go mourn elsewhere, until it came to Canada. He had always held a strong love for the girl who was now laid to rest, so he placed a red rose against the bottom of her tombstone.
"I'll never forget you.." he whispered to her.
It was now hours later and was snowing harshly in the graveyard. The crunch of fresh snow sliced through the silence and sorrow. The wind blew harsh against the man who now stood at her grave.
He scanned the scene in front of him, the white roses were hidden in the snow while a red one stood out.
Slowly the man knelt down and placed a blue rose opposite to the red one. "Thank you for sharing so much about yourself..." he chuckled with a thick Canadian accent. "I guess I've always wanted you for myself though...but you only saw him..."
A hand reached out and brushed off snow from the grave so he could read it. A small laugh passed through his pale lips at the last line.
"Look what my best friend has done to me."
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Okay, I know this is short and all but I had to write it. I was listening to "I used t0 l0ve y0u" by Broadway Aradia and the first few lines made me go "HOLY CRAPOLA! Story idea~"....So yea...that's how that went down...This is a CanadaXreaderX2P!Canada story...
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Hope you enjoy this little thing~
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Story (c)
Hetalia (c)
Hope you enjoy this little thing~
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Im gonna beat up who ever made that damn tombstone!!! As for you Matt...*raises fists* put'em up! Put'em up!!!