Mon Amour {PruCan}

Mon Amour {PruCan}

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Hetalia: Axis Powers
Book Two Years after the tragic accident, Gilbert had gained a position in the FBI, solving murders and preventing the death of loved ones for others. Matthew, who had finally died for real this time, came back to the realm of the living as a ghost. He remembers nothing, not even the precious memories he shared with his mate. Join the adventure as Matthew gains his memories, and most importantly, a way to tell Gilbert the most important words he never got to say. =-=-= Alright guys, it's gonna be like this. Gilbert is an FBI agent and Matthew helps solve these murders by talking to the murder victims, please don't steal my idea =( +_+_+
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