Dead!Brother!Canada X Depressed?Sister!Reader
You'll be in my Heart

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It was raining today.

A lonely girl stood in front of a gravestone.

Here lies Matthew Williams; The personification of Canada
XXX – (year before this year)*

That was what stood on the gravestone.

Matthew Williams. The personification of Canada. The one that raised me.

The one I called 'big brother'.

It's been exactly one year since he's died. And I still can't comprehend what happened on that dreadful day.

~*Flashback*~

It was a beautiful day.

The sun shone in the country of Canada, it being summer, and a girl of (age, one year younger)* excitedly ran up to her big brother.

"Grand frère! Grand frère!"
"What is it, maple?"
"Could we go to the park today? You know, as in, to spend some brother-sister time? It's been so long since we've last done that!"
"Of course we can, maple! Get your things, we're going to the park,"

After this conversation between the personification of Canada and the personification of (country name) ended, they went into the park, to spend some quality time together as brother and sister.

~*Time skip*~

It was evening, and the sun was already going down, making a beautiful sunset appear. The Canadian-(nationality of (country name)) siblings were walking down the road, hand in hand, laughing together.

"And did you have fun today, petite sœur?"

Those were one of the rare moments where he wouldn't call her 'maple' or 'princess'.

"Of course I had fun today, grand frère! How could I not have fun with you?"

The Canadian chuckled.

That was when both of them saw the building on the other side of the street.

Disintegrating down.

Right upon them.

People were screaming, kids were crying. Other people were trying to escape, others were frozen in fear.

And one of the frozen ones was the (nationality of (country name)) sibling Canada's.

Her eyes wide in fear, she couldn't move; Too scared to not know what'd happen, but too scared to move.

The Canadian - who was trying to get his beloved little sister to move, saw that the building was almost falling down on them. In the last moment, he decided to take an important risk.

And he pushed his (nationally of (country name)) sister out of the way; Taking the blow of the building all upon himself.

No scream or any sign of pain was heard from the Canadian man that took the blow in place of his sister.

After it happened, the streets were silent. Deadly silent. No one dared to say a word. Until the (nationality of (c.n.)) broke it, finding her voice and ability to move back.

"M-MATTHEW!"

~*Flashback end*~

I was unconsciously crying, remembering the day my big brother saved me. I still can't comprehend.

Why? Why did he push me out of the way?
Why did he take my place?
Why? WHY?!

My knees get wobbly the longer I stand and cry here. This graveyard - a graveyard for passed countries - contains the grave of my brother. My big brother.

My world.

But my breath hitched when I remembered something else. It was a faint memory, but I could see my brother. And... a younger me? I seemed to be around 5 years old.

...Wasn't that the age he found me?

Yes, Canada actually found me in a field of (favourite/national flower)s. I seemed to be playing with a little polar bear cub. And that faint memory...

...It was the time I first called him my big brother.

I remember, he was holding me, telling me that I can trust him and that he'll take care of me. He told me that I could see him as a big brother. The next thing I remember was that he was singing the younger me a lullaby.

And that lullaby was the lullaby he sang to me until this day.

Yes, since that day it has been haunting me; Laughing at me for holding it so close, knowing that I won't ever hear the original voice I know sing it.

As more tears fell, I began to sing him that song he sang me as lullaby.

I slowly opened my mouth, holding the bouquet of his favourite flowers tighter than before. My voice was strong, but it had that touch of loneliness and longing in it.

"Come, stop your crying,
It will be alright
Just take my hand,
Hold it tight,"

I sang, remembering all the times he had sung those lines to me.

"I will protect you from
All around you
I will be here, don't you cry,"

'Those lines were true. You were actually kept a secret from all the other countries. When you asked why, he said the reason was that he wanted no one to take you away. You were so happy, knowing that your brother wanted to have you with him forever,'

"For one so small,
You seem so strong
My arms will hold you,
Keep you safe and warm
This bond between us
Can't be broken
I will be here, don't you cry

'Cause you'll be in my heart
Yes, you'll be in my heart
From this day on,
Now and forever more
You'll be in my heart
No matter what they say
You'll be here in my heart
Always,"

I sang to him, putting my heart into those lines.

"Why can't they understand the way we feel?
They just don't trust
What they can't explain
I know we're different, but
Deep inside us
We're not that different at all

And you'll be in my heart
Yes, you'll be in my heart
From this day on,
Now and forever more,"

I kept on singing, when I heard a familiar Canadian-accented voice chime in.

"Don't listen to them,
'Cause what do they know?
(What do they know?)
We need each other
To have, to hold
They'll see in time
I know
When destiny calls you,
You must be strong
(You gotta be strong)
I may not be with you,
But you've got to hold on
They'll see in time
I know
We'll show them together, 'cause,"

I fell to my knees.

"You'll be in my heart
Believe me, you'll be in my heart
(I'll be there)
From this day on,
Now and forever more!
Ohh, you'll be in my heart
(You'll be here, in my heart!)
No matter what they say
(I'll be with you)
You'll be in here in my heart
(I'll be there)
Always,"

I set the bouquet down onto the grave, the flowers containing a single maple leaf.

"Always,
I'll be with you
I'll be there for you, always
Always and always,"

I got up and turned to leave, singing the last lines of that song.

"Just look over your shoulder,
Just look over your shoulder,
Just look over your shoulder,"

I left the grave yard.

"I'll be there,
Always..."

~*Normal POV*~

As the (age) year old girl left, a ghostly figure looked over his shoulder. He said a simple sentence to himself, smiling.

"Thanks for being there, my maple..."