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It all started when you met Canada alone in the rain. Both of you fell in love, but Canada wasn't supposed to. Plans fail, people kill, and people DIE. Will you make the right choice for yourself or for the people you love?

An artist surrounded by wildlife, hated by the community she lives in except for the selected few. She searches for inspiration in the forest know as her back yard. What happens when she stumbles in to a certain Canadian or should I say he stumbles into her... even after she helps him , she's never given a name. causing the question to start to repeat in her mind 'who was that man?' warning there is spelling mistakes in this story unfortunately because of technical reasons with wattpad I can't change them.

.:OLD STORY:. Read at your own risk ☣

(Y/N) found Canada drunk . And what in the world dose je t'aime mean?????¿¿ Fanfiction hetalia

What is Love? A question asked by 2 souls who felt it. At first they here unsure of the feeling, It was very foreign and this feeling just didn't fit in with the others. He loved her, And she loved him. Even though that fact was settled, They still can't somewhat tell each other. 3 simple words. "I Love you." Now what really is Love?