Matt's P.O.V
I walk the same road that I take everyday, to (y/n)'s grave. It has been a few months since her death, and I walk to the stone, simple, but still beautiful. I guess when you've lost someone you love, you realize how much you need them. The bundle of (fav flowers) in my hand, is starting to wilt, ever so slightly. They remind me of (y/n), of how something so good, was quickly lost to the darkness of the world. Placing the bouquet down on the stone, I sit down.
"(Y/n), I know I have told you this before, but I'm telling you again. You have made my life so much better. Why did you have to leave?" I cry, burying my face in my hands.
"Remember when we were at the toy store, and I got that giant turtle, and you got the moustaches? Yeah, that was the first time I realized how much I loved you. Joseph got cured of his cancer. I wish you would've been there." I tell her. "He misses you. We all do." I say. A few tears leave my eyes without me wiping them away. A drop lands on the stone, and I smile. She is in a better place now.
"I have to go. But, I'll be back tomorrow." I tell her, and leave. As I was walking across the street, the stinging tears blur my vision. As I wipe them away, I barely have any time to react, as a car hurtles toward me, hitting me dead on.
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Your P.O.V
Ugh. The world meeting was so boring. It was exactly the same as last time, which consisted of fighting, arguing, and yelling. Especially the yelling. I sit back in the chair, and watch as England and France duke it out across from me. There were supposed to be two new countries coming soon. I roll my eyes, and stand up, about to leave. But, before I do, the door opens, revealing two men, almost looking exactly alike. Except, one had blue eyes, and the other had violet. They both had dirty blonde hair, glasses, and had odd curls and cowlicks defying gravity.
"The hero is here!" The blue eyed one announced. I watch both of the boys move to chairs. They both look oddly familiar.
"I'm America." The loud one yells out. The one who hasn't spoken stares at me. I sit in the adjacent chair, curious about this quiet character.
"I'm (c/n). Who are you?" I ask. He looks up at me with beautiful round violet eyes.
"You can see me?" He asks timidly. That statement sparks something in my mind. Him, about to jump off a bridge.
Discarding the random thought, I nod.
"Yeah, so what's your name?" I ask. He pets his little polar bear, who echoed my question.
"I'm Canada."
Images flash past me. Memories, maybe. Images of hospitals, brown haired boys, with lovely grey eyes, sweet kisses, this strange boy that I am talking too, and death.
Wide eyed, I sit back in my chair.
I shouldn't remember Matthew Williams, but I can't forget him.
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Sorry this was short! I just wanted to give you guys a semi-happy ending. Yeah, so you were reborn as a country, and Matt came along! Whoo Hoo! Except, he had to die in a car crash. Yeah, I suck don't I? Well, I'm open to more story ideas! So comment what I should do! Bye!
-PandaTalia
