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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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CanadaXReader: That's More Than Enough
CanadaXReader
That's More Than Enough
You closed the door to your small, one-floored house. It was evening, and you were walking down the walkway to buy some groceries. You walked down the street in your basketball shorts, t-shirt, and jacket. Okay, we need some bread, milk, and cereal
I'll buy some chocolate chips too, just because. You walked down, and put on some earphones, and listened to music.
While you're getting groceries, let's get to know yourself! You weren't the girliest person in the world. You've been in quite the bind before, and we won't get into that right now. You were good at sports, and got good grades. You were
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Canada x Reader - Invisible
It was another day, like any other when you went to the world meeting. The usual happened. Both England and France were arguing, America was talking about nonsense, Germany was easily irritated by the stupidity that filled the room, Italy rambled on about pasta, Greece was sleeping, Japan was quiet as always and so forth on.
As each and almost every one of the countries went on about something, you noticed the shy Nation, Canada. Matthew Williams, as some called him. This brought a smile to your face. You arose from the chair you were sitting in to walk over and stand by him as he watched everybody within the room blankly.
"Hi," you said be
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AmericaxReader - A New Friend (Part 6)
AmericaxReader (Part 6)
After you had left, America sat there, continuing to stare at the spot you once stood. His heart wouldn't stop beating; its pace was audible within his ears. At first, he thought it had been because he had woken up so suddenly to..that dream, no, nightmare. The thought of it sent terrifying chills up his spine. England's face, his eyes, the way he held no remorse, no regret as he stabbed him, tortured him; and he was unable to do anything about it.
The one thing he couldn't get off his mind was the fact that he actually hugged you! A complete stranger who he only just met a day ago! Yet, when he hugged you, his heart
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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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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!!!