Slipped Away
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Norway shook as she whispered "How could you? You knew all along yet you didn't tell me because you were scared of how I would react?" She looked up with angry tears running down her smooth cheeks. "I trusted you and now, I don't even know who I'm looking at." (I do not own Hetalia)
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