Mourn into love? [An hetalia [PruFem!Can] fanfiction]

Isolation

A/N: I'm back!~ Yea, I was on a roll today since I was bored out if my mind in the car. . . ;-; Oh well! Don't forget to comment, rate, and yea! XD

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WARNING: SNAPPED!FEM!CANADA AND SOME SUICIDAL THOUGHTS WITH MENTIONING OF BLOOD! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

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Chapter 3: Isolation

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"If isolation tempers the strong, it is the stumbling-block of the uncertain." - Paul Cezanne.

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Her digital watch read the time 3:17 A.M., making Madeline even gloomier. Her sister's last words still rang in her mind, making it the only thing she can think of at the moment.

'B-Bye sis.'

The two simple words made the Canadian confused and hopeless. What will she do without her sister. . . ? Sure, she didn't really noticed her much, but when she did the two were very close, just like the previous hours, before she. . . Went. . .

Realizing that, Madeline's watery eyes widened and a quick and silent gasp released itself. 'I'm the worst sister ever. . .' The melancholy Canadian thought to herself. At that point, Madeline silently sobbed to herself, holding Kumajirou up to her face to cover her saddened expression from the rest of the world.

Why, why did it have to be her going through this? For sure now, no one will notice her and she'll just be alone in this world with no one's support. Even worse, she'll never be remembered, especially by that polar bear, Kumajoru. . . ? She outwardly shrugged, not remembering nor really caring.

All the way from the scene to the hotel room, she didn't say a word during the car ride, her mind being the loud one. All-in-all, it just happened too quickly for her to process. She just looked ahead of her, not wanting to take in her surroundings.

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The depressed and guilty Canadian woman slammed the door and locked it firmly before grabbing a kitchen knife that was sitting restfully in it's holder. The Canadian then went to her room in the spacious hotel room and sat on the bed cris-crossed, placing the potential weapon in front of her. All of that guilt and sadness steadily built up inside her, making her cry once more.

The poor Canadian woman started to think of dark things, things that could lead to her death.

"I-I should do it. . . ? To. . . Join A-Amelia." Madeline hiccuped in between sobs, desperate to find a way to end her crestfallen self. "Besides. . . I-It was me. . . Right? R-Right!" Her volume was a little louder than her normal one, though it was just above normal speaking.

Reluctantly, Madeline reached for the knife that was waiting to be used, either for its actual purpose or for other things. Halfway through reaching it, her loose blond hair covered her vision from what was in front of her. She lowly grumbled, dissatisfied with what it did and sat on the edge of her bed and stood up to get two scrounges that were on top of the counter.

After Madeline put her hair up in the usual pigtails that she always wore, she started to walk back until she stopped mid-way, hearing the front door being knocked, no wait, /pounded/ furiously. Madeline started to panic a bit, not sure as to open it or not. Her legs, though, lead her to the room she was previously in and her hand instinctively clutched the knife and scraped its blade across her skin, at first light but then she added more pressure to the blade. It wasn't long before deep red blood was coming out of the cuts she just made with the knife. A devious smile/smirk tugged across the Canadian's expression while she saw the blood flowing steadily.

That was, of course, until the knocking threatened to knock the door down. That made the odd enjoyment turn into a bit of aggravation and Madeline set the bloodied knife onto the night-table that was next to her bed and the Canadian didn't even bother cleaning up her injury that she purposefully created.

Madeline got her glasses and put them on, rushing a bit to get to the door. When she opened the door, Madeline soon found out why the door was being pounded. It was her sister's boss, Arthur.

"B-Bonjour. . . ?" Madeline stammered, trying but failing to hide her bleeding hand. It seemed like Arthur noticed it because Madeline saw that his eyes were set on her arm.

"Madeline, why are you bleeding. . . ?" Arthur questioned, trying to somewhat conceal his worry. Madeline's expression went blank, her mind the going into the same condition.

"B-Bleeding? What are you talking about, A-Arthur. . . ?" She tried to stall him so he can just leave her alone. Out of all the time in the world, why now did she have to be a bit noticed? Though, she had to admit, it did make her feel just a /tad/ bit better.

It soon got awkward between the two and beads of blood dropped to the hotel's floor. Madeline gave out a nervous chuckle, beginning to feel a bit dizzy. 'It's probably from hunger, eh?' She thought to herself, but her body begged to differ. Madeline soon fainted and, lucky for her, Arthur was there to catch her.

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A/N: CLIFFHANGER!!!! >:D I'm sorry for this, it's just that I /had/ to do it like this! I ish sowwy. ;-; Anyhow, what will happen to Madeline?