Sorry, requester! I couldn't turn Tamaki into a Yandere!!! I tried but it was just....nevermind. I hope you don't mind having to deal with Canada instead~

Gakuen Hetalia scenario

Requested by: Ilovemyapplepie

"I-I-I like y-you, no, I-I love you," confessed the usually silent Canadian, "please go out with me!"

You blushed, resisting the urge to glomp him hard.

"I'm sorry," you apologized, "I really am, but...I like someone else."

"I-I know! Even though you hide it, I know you like my brother."

Your eyes widened, were you really that obvious?

"My brother is a really jealous person! If he sees someone like his best friend ignoring him for her boyfriend he would have a fit. Besides, he likes you too, (Name)! He's just too dense to see it."

You stood rooted to the spot as he took your hands in his.

"Even if it's fake please grant me even just a little of your love," he pleaded.

"Canada..."

"Please, tell me when I am no longer needed and I promise that I will go."

|| 愛 ||

You had just gone out for a moment when you heard a scream. Immediately, you remembered Canada and America in the living room having a friendly race on Mario Kart. What the hell could have happened?

"Al! Matt! Are you guys, alri-"

Your eyes widened as you entered the room. Canada was choking the life out of his brother.

"Stop it!!!"

You tried to push him away from Alfred only to meet with little success. He may have been fragile looking but he was still a man. Alfred shuddered, his face was beginning to turn purple, a clear sign of asphyxiation.

"(Name)..."

With teary eyes, you looked at your dying friend, who gave you a small smile.

"I've always loved you," he mouthed.

You sobbed, "me too, Alfred."

He looked at his brother, "I...forgive you...and...I'm sorry..."

Canada glared at his brother, "you can rot in hell for all I care, you piece of shit."

You paled at the hate practically oozing from his words. Then after a minute, he finally let go. America dropped to the ground like a broken marionette.

"How could you," you sobbed, "he was your brother!"

"He was an eyesore," corrected the Canadian. He reached out to touch you.

"Don't touch me!" You shrieked practically, recoiling at his touch.

Canada paused, his eyes roamed around. His gaze landed at a pair of scissors in a knitting basket you kept. He walked toward it and grabbed the blade. You flinched.

Was he going to kill you?

Snip

Snip

Snip

The sound of the scissors, slicing through his hair sounded throughout the silent room. You watched as his honey locks fell to the ground. He combed the curl that stuck out and fashioned a cowlick as a replacement. You grimaced as he plucked Alfred's glasses and put them on.

"Now, will you love me?"

Your eyes widened, save for his purple orbs, Canada looked like an exact replica of his brother, even their fucking voices sounded alike. You couldn't suppress the tears that had escaped your eyes.

"Alfred."

"I'm Canada," he smiled sweetly as he grabbed a fistful of your hair and dragged you upwards.

You screamed.

"Remember that, ma cherie."

"How could I remember that if you look exactly like him?"

"That's the thing, (Name)," he grinned sadistically, "I want you to remember, the pain you felt today, the pain of being the only one, who knows the truth."

"You're insane!"

"Insult me all you want, but you'll still want me."

|| 愛 ||

"Were America's eyes always that color," questioned England.

"No," France answered, looking worried.

"What's got your knickers in a twist, frog?"

"I haven't seen Canada since last month..."

"Who's Canada?"

|| 完 ||