In a world where Canada has died/is dying, America is devastated and becomes depressed because he couldn't tell Canada he loved him. I don't really mind if it's AU or not, or what the ending is, but... make me cry, please anons? I'd love something heartfelt and sad.
I just posted this yesterday inboth the main Hetalia communit and the USAxCanada community.:]
Though it may not be EXACTLY what you wanted. > 3>; and since I absolutely SUCK at writing any sort of emotion [other than anger] xD; *hides her face in shame*
Oh my God, this was so hard to write. I hate hate HATE character death, especially when it's my favorite character! I hope anon enjoys. *goes off to read some fluffy America/Canada now*
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The call had come at 3:00 in the morning, waking Alfred out of a much-needed slumber. Too groggy to properly function, he had answered without checking the caller ID, muttering a “Hello” that seethed irritation and malice.
“I-I'm sorry,” a soft, unmistakable voice responded. Alfred shot up, sitting bolt upright on the mattress. “I didn't mean to bother you, but-”
“What's wrong?” he asked abruptly.
There was a pause on the other end and then the voice continued hesitantly, “I..I don't feel so good. I was hoping you could...well...”
Even with sparse early morning traffic and Alfred's lead foot, it was at least a 7 hour drive from Washington DC to Ottawa. For Alfred that meant 7 hours alone with thoughts that refused to be quelled with Bon Jovi or Bruce Springsteen, played at the highest level his speakers would allow. He considered pulling off I-81 to run through a McDonald's drive through for coffee or a few dozen hamburgers, anything that would soothe the growing discomfort that gnawed at his stomach, but something told him the burning knot of unease was not food-related
( ... )
It became apparent over the next few days what had happened. Illness had broken out simultaneously in 12 population-dense cities across Canada. The disease started with a fever and coughing, a cough that would eventually produce blood within 24 hours. The bug worked quickly, breaking down the lungs, leaving the victim gasping for breath. Death was inevitable. So far, no one infected had survived. There was no cure
( ... )
Alfred flipped the batter angrily. Why had he allowed this to happen? Sure, they hadn't gotten off to the best start. Alfred had been loyal to Arthur, Matthew had always belonged to Francis, even after Francis had dumped him off with England. But then there had been the revolution, and they could have become closer then...if Alfred hadn't had the great idea of trying to get Matthew to himself
( ... )
Time 6, final
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January 10 2010, 17:07:30 UTC
Matthew was asleep again, curled up now instead of stretched out like Alfred had left him. The poor boy hadn't even bothered to remove his glasses before passing out under the layers of red and white comforters, and the frames lay askew on his face. Alfred stooped and knelt beside his brother. For a moment, his fingers cupped the air around Matthew's head, unsure and shaking, and then finally they swept through the fine blond tresses. With a single gesture, Alfred straightened the glasses and caressed the other nation's soft, unbearded skin
( ... )
In a world where Canada has died/is dying, America is devastated and becomes depressed because he couldn't tell Canada he loved him.
I don't really mind if it's AU or not, or what the ending is, but... make me cry, please anons? I'd love something heartfelt and sad.
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I just posted this yesterday inboth the main Hetalia communit and the USAxCanada community.:]
Though it may not be EXACTLY what you wanted. > 3>; and since I absolutely SUCK at writing any sort of emotion [other than anger] xD; *hides her face in shame*
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That was really sweet and sad at the same time~
Anon must have been half asleep when she posted this. Thank you for linking me~
And I thought it was good! ^ ^
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xD; I'm glad you think so~ <33
its okay I do that sometimes as well. xD You're are welcome for the link. :3
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The call had come at 3:00 in the morning, waking Alfred out of a much-needed slumber. Too groggy to properly function, he had answered without checking the caller ID, muttering a “Hello” that seethed irritation and malice.
“I-I'm sorry,” a soft, unmistakable voice responded. Alfred shot up, sitting bolt upright on the mattress. “I didn't mean to bother you, but-”
“What's wrong?” he asked abruptly.
There was a pause on the other end and then the voice continued hesitantly, “I..I don't feel so good. I was hoping you could...well...”
“I'll be right there.”
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It was exactly what I wanted, sad and bittersweet in a way... Thank you! ^ ^
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