"I HATE YOU ENGLAND NEVER TALK TO ME AGAIN!"
These words kept replaying in England's mind like a broken record player,there's always a lot more to the song but the disc is stuck playing only these specific words.
Not long ago did he see his little brother's Cold...Limp...Body.
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"It's not your fault.."A Soft,warm,and inviting voice cooed at the distressed Brit.
Pulling away leaving the Brit in the coldness of reality.The Canadian Gives The Blond a Warm apologetic smile Filling it with love and a warm lacy message of It's not your fault.
England Smiles back with a Broken and helpless Exterior Protecting A Plastic interior.
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Even the Room it's self was less lively.
The Gold On trimming the walls with its beatiful glory Dulled to a bronze.
The once lovely Cherry red wood now a Cold and somber red.
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"He's Dead...He's Dead All because of me Canada.".
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He can't get the fact that he was the reason he is dead.
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