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Still making the Russia x Mute!Reader and Tokyo Ghoul AU with the Allies. Sorry for the slow update. I'm having a major case of writer's block.
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~•~A Very Long Time Ago

"H-Hello? A-Anyone?" A young girl's small, fragile voice from the top of the tree. "Papa... Where are you Papa?" The girl cried. Suddenly, the branch she was standing on just gave up on her. She barely had any energy left to move an inch. Blood dripped from her stomach.

It's been a week since the girl's father brought her on a hiking trip. It was only when they got to the densest part of the woods, that they got separated. She was starved, thirsty, and had nasty cuts from a wolf encounter she was lucky to survive (and it was probably infected). If that wasn't enough to kill her, it was only an hour ago, that she fell out of a tree looking for food. It opened up old wounds and broke her left arm.

In search for food and water, she came by a creek. Once she was a foot away from the water, she collapsed. Tired to the bone, she crawled into the water. It was deeper than she expected. She didn't care. Closing her eyes and letting her clothes weigh her body down in the cold water, she thought that it would finally mean rest for her.

But she was wrong.

~•~Present Day~•~
•~•(Y/N)'s P.O.V.~•~

I pace around, from the creek where I died, to the tree I last fell from and back. I was bored, and I had given up on the search for my body. Why?

You see, I can't go to the afterlife if I didn't have a proper burial. It's usual for souls who died away from civilization. To pass on, I have to a) have someone alive who remembers me and loves me, which won't happen since I didn't have friends, I was an only child, my mom left me, and my dad has passed on, b) to make someone smile while you're dead, (again, IMPOSSIBLE since I died in the middle of the woods, and I don't know how to) and c) to find your body. The third option was the easiest. BUT.

It's been years since I've seen my body. For some odd reason, before we die, our ghosts just hang over our bodies for a while, then if you were in my situation, you'd be dropped back down, and by the time I dropped back to earth, the water level of the creek rised, and my body was gone.

So, I'm stuck. Would you call it cabin fever if you were stuck in a five block radius of where you died in the woods?

I was re-dying of boredom. Then, I heard twigs cracking. Not that I cared, I'm already dead, so what could happen to me?

Out stumbled a blonde boy with shoulder-length hair and glasses. He fell on his face. I stared at him for a bit.

"...."
"...."

I waited for him to get up and leave. I poked his head, not knowing that I'd get an actual reaction. He got up and stared right at me. In shock, I jumped away.

"C-can you see me?" I stammered. He nodded.
"You can see me?"
"Of course!"

We stood in an awkward silence.

"What are you doing here?" I questioned him.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm stuck here."

I looked at him again.
"Did you die here too?"
"WHAT?! What do you mean by that?" He...shouted? Looked like he shouted. Sounded like he was talking regularly. Damn, does this guy have a soft voice.

"I mean, did you die here? Or are you rejecting the fact that you died?"
"N-No! I'm alive!" Doesn't sound like it. I think to myself. I get up to drift away.

"Wait, does that mean you're dead?" I freeze and turn around slowly.
"Y-Yeah..."

Another awkward silence was created us, until a loud voice with an American accent rang through the area.

"MATTIE!!" The boy sighed.
"Um... It was nice meeting, eh?" (Nailed the Canadian accent
And now I sound racist.) I nodded looking away.

"You should probably go now." I say, waving goodbye.

~•~A Week Later ~•~

It's been a week since the encounter with the quiet guy, and I've been wishing that he'd come by the woods again.

'IDIOT (Y/N)! He just saw a ghost in the woods! What makes you think he'll come here again?!' I scold myself mentally.

And at that moment, just like last week, he stumbled back from the bushed.

Que awkward silence. Que intense stares.

"You...."
"I know! You must be shocked that I came back, eh?" (Oh, how many people am I offending with this?!)
"......are really clumsy aren't you?"
"Um..."

I laughed a bit.
"So...you didn't really tell me your name when we met. It's something that starts with an 'M' right?" I says tilting my head a little.
"Yeah... It's Canada." I look at him questioningly.
"So you're named after a country?"
"Something like that."
"But that doesn't start with an M-"
"I also haven't gotten your name." Canada interrupted, probably to change the the subject.
"It won't matter." He looks at me weirdly.

"Remember? I'm dead. You won't need to know." I say. "That, and I forgot my name." I hang my head down in embarrassment.

And -guess what?- another damn silence.
"Seriously man?"
"Huh?"
"Half the time you're here, we don't even talk! Awkward silences are awkward! Hence the name!" I exclaim. He looked shocked for a bit.

I clear my throat.
"Anyway, why did you come back anyway? Most people wouldn't come back to a haunted spot in the woods. An how did you get here?" I asked to change atmosphere. He sighed sadly.
"Nevermind." I said before he starts talking.
"But-"
"I don't do well with depressed people. And warning, if your thinking of doing what I think you are, then make sure you do it at your house." I then regret the words that came out of my mouth.

"Oh...sorry then..." He said. Meanwhile, a little lightbulb went off in my head.

"Wait, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it, okay? I just don't want to think of anyone taking their lives and ending up like me." It was all true, really. He looked up.
"Really?"
"Uh huh!" I say smiling. He probably didn't believe me, since he looked so sceptical. Still, I smile.

"So....will you come back here?" I say, mustering in some honest hopefulness. He nodded.

Good.

"Well, see you soon!" I wave as he leaves. Now, time to make strategies on how to make him smile.

~•~Months Later~•~

I still haven't managed to make him smile yet! It's getting really annoying. What am I doing wrong? I tried everything! Consoling him on his problems, cracking bad puns, even calling him my closest friend! Which was true! I almost did, he was oh so close to cracking a smile. But then, he sneezed. It's getting frustrating, honestly.

Although.....it would be nice if he wouldn't.....just for a while longer. It's also quite diverting having someone to talk to. Despite his muted voice, he was an interesting person. Maybe it's not so bad.

But I still want to pass on with my father.

~•~A Year Later (because why the hell not?)~•~

Canada hasn't been visiting lately. I'm starting to lose hope. Not only in my goal to make him smile, but my chance to give him at least a hint on how much feelings I've grown for him over the years.

Somewhere deep down, I knew that it was expected for him to forget this place. To forget me.

I slap myself. Why do I care anyway? I shouldn't even have developed these feelings for him. It's not like I had a chance. Why would he love someone who can't make him smile? A ghost, much less. I might as well forget him too.

I sob quietly as my hopes shatter.

Then, I feel something odd. Like a vibration coming from my chest, almost like a heartbeat. It grows faster, and faster, and my senses seem to blur.

I see the light. I really did.

But how?! I wondered slightly, but I didn't care the second after.

I laugh in triumph, and reach upwards. Behind me, I heard Canada's footsteps, but at the heat of the moment, I didn't care. Until he called out to me.

"Hey!" He squints his eyes. I turn, and freeze. The wonderful feeling of passing on didn't feel so great anymore. Ghostly tears roll down my face at the sight of his.

"Canada..."
"What's happening?!" More tears leaked from my eyes. Regret and unsatisfaction filled my chest. Regret that I wished for this in the first place. Unsatisfaction from the amount of time I had.

"I'm going." I choke on my voice as I say so.
"I'm gone."

He looks at me with a mixture of shock, confusion, sorrow, and everything in between. I start to hear the voice of my father coaxing me into the afterlife. The smell of childhood scents filling my nostrils, twisting blissfully, but it made me feel anything but at peace.

"N-No..." I shake my head. The voice of my father drowning out the sounds of my own voice and the things around me.
"...I don't want to go yet! Let me stay a little longer! Please!" The heavens did not heed to my pleas. I felt myself slipping further and further away from the world. I open my mouth and scream.

"MY NAME IS (Y/N), CANADA! MY NAME IS (Y/N)-" And I was gone.

~•~Earlier~•~
•~•Matthew's P.O.V.•~•

Another day of being invisible to the world. I think to myself. I stand in the corner of the room, watching everyone else go about the usual routine of the usual meaningless world meeting.

I haven't been visiting my friend recently. She's the only person who never sees me as Alfred or invisible. I smile at the thought of her.

Can't wait to see her again. I smile more. Maybe I can tell her about what's happening with the world like I usually do, eh?

I hear Germany dismissing the meeting, and I rush through the doors and to the woods. Then much deeper into the woods.

Then maybe I'll finally get her name today.

~•~Years Later~•~
•~•No One's P.O.V.•~•

Matthew made it deeper into the woods, a bouquet of (Favorite Flowers) at hand. He sat on a root of a tree next to the creek, like he usually did when he consulted (Y/N) for comfort a long time ago. He laid the flowers on the spot where she would sit.

Then, a (H/C) girl with (H/L) and (favorite accessory) stumbled out of the bushes, and fell flat on her face.

"..."
"..."

Not knowing how to deal with it, he poked her head. She looked up, making him jump back.

"C-Can you see me?"
"Of course! How could I not?"

They stand in awkward silence.

"So what are you doing here?" Matthew said, recalling something (Y/N) said when they met the second time.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm visiting an old friend."

Matthew inspects her.
"Does that means that you are too?"
"What? No, I was dared to cone here. I heard this place was haunted, so I came."
"Oh."

The (H/C) girl giggled.
"So, is it true?"
"What?"
"That this place is haunted?" Matthew hesitates.

"It used to be. In fact, I was a close friend of the ghost before she passed on."
"Seriously? What was she like?" She asked, sitting near the flowers for (Y/N).

The two spent all afternoon talking about (Y/N).
"Hey, what was her name?" This struck a cord in Matthew.
"Eh, sorry if it was personal, you don't need to an-"
"Her name was (Y/N)."

The girl smiled.
"What a weird coincidence, that's my name!"