The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe- Hetalia style.
The Canadian
(Told from Matthew's POV)
Once upon a weekend wary, while I thought, mystic and very
Confused to why I was forgotten, "I'll make it no more!"
While I planned, nearly snapping, randomly, there came a rapping,
Of a rare visitor visiting, knocking on my bedroom door
"Just a mistake," I muttered "It's for Alfred, nothing more"
Only this and nothing more.
Ah, how wonderfully I remember, it was warm for September
And each falling leaf sought attention from the whores
Hopeful, I thought, of days when my life will have no sorrow
From unrequited feelings, feelings for my dear Monsieur
A sly and perverted bastard who left me wanting more
But my feelings went ignored
And the swiftly glances certain of a devilish portion
Shook me- took me to the height of unsure
So that now, to calm my nerves, I stood repeating
It was for Alfred, the knock on my door
It was for Alfred, the knock on my door
It it this and nothing more
Suddenly though, my fears were conquered, I was hesitant no longer
"Mr.," spoke me, "or Mrs, I think you're at the wrong door;
You see the fact is that your rapping, on my door, your very tapping
Was loud and sturdy, and truly meant for me no more,
But my brother, he is located on the third floor"-through the crack my eyes bore-
Darkness there and nothing more
I imagined a face, thin and sneering, I jumped back, moving, clearing
Ruminating, fearing things no sane person has ever thought to fear before
But the face was remaining, burning into my face, painting
Pictures of lucid cores that sighed "Monsieur!"
I repeated, an response fleeting from my lips a phantom "Monsieur!"
Merely this and nothing more
This is a teaser, if I get a good response the full version of "The Canadian" will be posted as a one shot sometime in the near future.
Sorry, this isn't so humorous...
harponMOO is out :D