Gamzee (2013-11-02 17:30:43)

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This isn't perfect, I know. And tell me if I have ant grammar errors so I may fix them.

The young Canadian man crept down the hallway, gun in hand. He ran his fingers, which were stained in a warm, crimson colored liquid, down the wall as he crept closer to the room at the end of what seemed like a long corridor.
"Someone! Anyone! Help us!" America's desperate wails and cries could not be heard by anyone other than the people inside Canada's house. Canada slowly opened the door, it made an eerie creeping noise, Canada's wide stretched smile only made it worse.
The Canadian man stepped closer to the 3 men, chained to the ground with no way to escape.
The room was quiet for what seemed like forever, the air grew thicker by the minute. The silence had been broken by the eerie chuckles rolling from Canada's mouth. "Canada! Bro! Please, let us go!" America shouted with fear as Canada co.cked the gun in his hand "Why? What have you ever done for me?" Canada asked. France and England remained silent, America continued to plead for their freedom. "Canada, this isn't you! Where's the sweet, gentle brother I once had? Where has he gone? Will he ever come back? Please, oh please give me answers!" He yelled, tears rolled from his eyes, he tried to stand up but of course, fell over onto his face, shattering his glasses. "Tell me, Who am I?" Canada knelt down on the cold floor "Who am I, America? What's my name? WHO AM I?" Canada pointed his gun at America. America sat up and hung his head low "you're... Canada... CANADA DAMMIT!" he shouted, he grabbed Canada's wrists and cried onto the young man's shoulder "Who am I?" he asked again, his finger on the trigger of the gun "I SAID CANADA!" America threw himself on the ground, Canada looked towards France and England. "Canada, please! This isn't you at all! This isn't the Canada I know!" England cried out, before lowering himself to the ground slowly, sobbing. "Who.Am.I?" Canada asked yet again, more demanding. "Canada. You.are.Canada!" England cried, his cries did not reach Canada, nor did America's. Canada then pointed his gun at France "Who, Am I?" Canada asked another time "Canada! You're the once, sweet Canada!" France called out.
The room fell silent, the only sound heard was Canada's psychotic chuckles. "Canada, please.. please oh please! Come back to us!" England's cries became faint, "What do you mean 'come back'? You never wanted me in the first place.." "That's not true!" America shot back up to meet his brother's gaze. "Canada, where have you gone? Where's my brother? GIVE ME AN ANSWER DAMMIT!" America demanded as he cried tears of loss and sorrow. "No. you should answer me." Canada looked angered "What do you mean?" France asked from the farther corner of the room, cowering like a lost puppy. "Am I invisible now? Can you see me? Can you hear me? Am I invisible now?" Canada's voice sound angered and Shaky. "Yes! We see you! We hear you! You're not invisible! You never were!" England had answered his questions, but Canada's expression remained unchanged. "Then answer this, Why am I invisible to you when I'm around? Why am I visible to you now? All these years, you had no idea how I felt.. I was so alone... doubtfully wondering why I exist.. Constantly asking... WHO AM I?" "You're!-" "SILENCE" Canada hissed harshly at France, as soon as he said that, America and England were shaken by the sound of a high scream emerging from France, then the faint sound of splattering. France, was shot and killed by Canada. England, along with America screamed with horror. He pointed the gun to England "CANADA NO-" It was too late, England's cries were ceased by Canada's gun. He turned to look at his brother "It's your turn to feel alone.." Canada shoved the end of the gun in his mouth, then pulled the trigger. "NO!" America let out a loud wail as Canada's now lifeless body had fallen into his arms "No.. No bro no... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry!" He clutched his body tightly. The only sounds heard in the still darkness, was America's weeping.




-- PART 2 REQUESTED: America's insanity --

America, still shaken from the loss of France, England, and his Brother Canada, decided to become social again.
He was offered to hang out with Italy and Germany for a change. "So he finally snapped?" Germany asked. Germany was stunned by the fact that someone like Canada could do something so violent. "Yeah... it's all my fault..." America looked down at his feet and clenched his fists "No, it was not your fault, it was everyone's!" Italy interrupted America's thoughts "Done blame this on yourself, America." Germany reassured him. "Yeah... guess you're right.." America looked back up at the two, not saying a word.
America went home later that evening and settled into bed after dinner. As soon as his head hit his soft pillow, he was out like a light. In his dream, he found himself in Canada's house again. Staring his brother in the face "Ameeeericaaaaa...." Canada chuckled and lifted a hockey stick high in the air "Goodbye" there was a swift sound of the hockey stick swinging through the air, then a loud cracking noise followed by a snap. "GASP" America shot up from his pillow with shock than looked around him was that all a dream? he thought before laying back down, staring blankly at the ceiling.
The next morning, America made himself pancakes. When he sat down to eat them, then realized the recipe he used to make them, was Canada's home recipe. He quickly gulped down the pancakes then headed to his room to get his jacket. America got the first sleeve on, then saw Canada standing behind him in the mirror. He screamed and threw the nearest object he could grab at it, Canada's picture. The glass shattered from the mirror, and the picture frame. "I.. I must be going crazy.." "No, you aren't" America recognized the voice.. It was Canada's. He whipped around to see him, standing there staring at him, blood stained his clothes. America let out a loud scream and he disappeared.
"Impossible! Canada's dead!" Germany replied to America after he told him and Italy what he saw that morning. "Maybe it was a ghost!" Italy said to Germany. "I.. I was certain.. he was there... as real as you and me.." America's voice was shaky as he shivered from fear "You're crazy. Canada is dead, you said it yourself he shot himself! No one could live through that!" Germany obviously didn't believe a word America was saying, and he didn't blame him. Seeing your dead brother in front of you after he committed suicide right before your eyes? Not likely.
After this went on for weeks, America began to go crazy. Constantly muttering to himself "he's not there... he's not there... he's not there.." But, his fear and insanity would end soon. He fell asleep that night and found himself in the first dream he had about seeing Canada. But this time, he never woke up.

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2013-11-10 20:17:28

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Gamzee (2013-11-03 00:55:34)

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Hm.

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Super_~_Junior. (2013-11-03 06:50:39)

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bump

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Gamzee (2013-11-04 03:05:07)

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?

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Gamzee (2013-11-04 04:34:49)

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Thnx ^

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Gamzee (2013-11-04 23:44:04)

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Ok .u.^

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Gamzee (2013-11-05 21:56:18)

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K.^

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Gamzee (2013-11-06 22:43:46)

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No promises.

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Mai (2013-11-07 17:47:41)

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Part 3! Nooooow!!!! I love Hetalia<3

Pastaaaaaaa!

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Gamzee (2013-11-09 04:12:30)

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I'll try.

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Gamzee (2013-11-20 21:34:38)

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.u. Why thank you.

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Gamzee (2014-02-09 06:11:00)

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Daaaaaaaaamn I wrote this so long ago.

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KasaneTeto (2014-09-05 01:08:05)

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I see we have some hetalians...


RUN!
Seriously though I like this show but the fandom is scary...

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