Who are you? Snapped!Canada x Reader

WARNING: This has some gore, and a seriously unbalanced Canada...

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Canada sank to his knees, smiling a horrific manic smile as your blood splatter ran down his cheeks, now flushed with exhilaration.

He had loved you. Canada had loved you more than anything else in the entire world, more than pancakes, maple syrup, snow, even the little bear, Kumajiro. Constantly Kumajiro asked him who he was, and each time the words reached his ears he wanted to scream. But he held it all back. Canada could withstand it all, driven on in the world by the prospect of someday having you love him back.

Those three little words he had never wanted to hear, the three words always made him feel hollow and unwanted. When they slipped from your perfectly sculpted lips, when _____ ______ had asked, “Who are you?”, something deep within the docile Canadian had snapped.

Did you want to hurt him? Had you tried? Did you want to cause the gentle man pain? Because you had done so. You might as well have run him through with his own hockey stick; it would have hurt much less than all this.

He had taken pleasure in hitting you over the head, in watching the blood spray from the sudden contact. The hockey stick had made you crumple like a ton of bricks, and Canada had watched the blood leaving your body and collecting around you in a large puddle.

The pretty red blood framed your face, making you look even more beautiful to the unhinged man. Your silky (h/c) locks were held back just right and only slightly clotted with the red substance. Your (e/c) eyes were lifeless and hollow, but somehow still eerily gorgeous as you stared up at the the moon. Canada leaned down to place a light kiss on top of your lips. He felt a chill run through him as he savored the metallic taste of blood on your mouth.

Canada would be seen now, he knew it as he stared up at the starry night that painted the sky in crazy colors. It was like the world was dancing with your spirit up there, elated to be freed from its mortal cage. The deranged grin only grew on his once loving and innocent face.

He would be seen as the one that murdered _____.