"What does the countdown on his arm look like now?" Alfred asked. He was sitting on (Y/n)'s bed, shoulders slumped.
(Y/n) didn't answer. She was too busy frowning at the tree the car hit. Something was wrong...
"I'm down to forty days." Matthew said. "(Y/n)? (Y/n)!"
"Hmm?" She ripped her eyes away from the window and turned back towards the twins sitting on her bed. "Oh, um, he has forty days left." She frowned at the ground.
"Well how are we supposed to help him pass on?" Alfred seemed nervous.
(Y/n) looked over at Matthew, hopping he'd have an answer. He only shrugged.
"I don't know." (Y/n) mumbled. "Have you scattered his ashes yet?" She asks suddenly, perking up.
Alfred pauses. "No we haven't." He shifts backwards, his hand resting through Matthew's knee. Matthew backs away. "Do you think that would work?"
Matthew shrugs. "It's the best lead we have yet."
"Matthew thinks so." (Y/n) conveys to Alfred.
"All he has to do is convince our parents." Matthew sounds a little bit more worried about this.
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At dinner, (Y/n)'s mother was quiet. They had invited Alfred's to stay but he thought it would be best if he went home.
"Mum," (Y/n) started, pushing a piece of brocoli around on her plate. "The tree outside... the ash-"
"It's dying." Her mother interupted. "I know."
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The Death of the Ash (Hetalia X Reader)
Random(Canada X Reader) A brutal collision between a car and the ash tree in (Y/n)'s front yard resulted in a death of a young man and a few serious injuries on another. Matthew dies and Alfred lives. A few days after the crash, Matthew pays (Y/n) a visit...
