So, I have remembered this account at last, so I have decided to post something that popped into my head the other night.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or its characters in any way.
Enjoy!
It was the first light of dawn
as a shaken breath was drawn in.
Canada laid in the corner of his room
with a gun in hand.
The constant forgetting,
the constant mistaking,
it had become too much.
He looked out the window
at the sun-kissed horizon
and let a faint smile take hold of his face.
"Thank you, Russia..."
He placed the barrel at his head,
"For being the only one to remember me."
He closed his eyes and his smile grew.
A finger slipped down to the trigger
and drew it back.