Lilium (Canada x Male!Reader x England) Songfic

(what have I done...)

Listen to this please: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q78bn1…

(WARNING: SADSONGFIC. THIS LITTER-ALLY MADE ME CRY SO PLZ, BE CAREFURRL ;n; )

The mouth of the just shall meditate wisdom

Muffled screaming resonated through the fallen country's ears as his blood ran down his forehead. He would have looked around for the source of the yelling, but failed due to his blurred vision, trying to make out the two blonde male's faces as they gripped on tightly to his hands. (Country) gargled up some blood as he tried to form words, practically choking on his liquid life. He blinked away the tears from his (e/c) orbs, finally being able to see who cried over him. Canada and England cried as they peered above him, their faces wet with tears. Blood splattered all over their uniforms and skin, probably caused from the Axis' soldiers.

And his language shall be spoken in judgment

(Y/n) refused to make eye-contact with his lovers and allies, knowing he will burst into tears just by a glance. "Don't close your eyes, we'll get you help, love." England instructed between sobs, making the (h/c)-haired man emit a faint chuckle. (Country) remained silent, still starring up at the dark sky above them. The (nationality) male let out some air through his nose as he watched his life and memories pass through his mind. (Y/n) teared up as he waited for his soul to pass, cringing slightly at the two Allies members lifted his upper body up and engulfed him in a hug. He knows he's going to die, and he knows his fate is now in God's hands.

...Flashback :'c...

Blessed is he who suffers temptation

The three spent most of their time together, cuddling, kissing, or just hanging out. The two blondes never fought over (Country) as they minded his feelings for their was no one such as him. Beautiful, kind, mindful, charitable, and most of all: pure. He was never one to sin. But- as the years approached the age of WWII, he had to take action to protect his people- which meant to end his enemies' life. He didn't want to- of course not- he just had to whether he liked or not. The (nationality) country sat down at the Allies' conference room, starring at the war proposal documents from across the table blankly. 'Only one side will live on now...' He sighed in his head sorrowfully.

Since he, with approval, shall receive the crown of life

Lord, fire divine, have mercy

(Y/n) marched forward staring at his gun with dull (e/c) eyes, thinking about what is to come. He and his men followed behind the two countries he loved the most, stomping over the already flattened grass in a rhythm. America snuck his way out of his forces, making his way over to the saddened smaller nation. The blonde wrapped his open arm over the (blonde, brunette, ect.)'s neck and shoulders, whispering serene words into his ears. "Everything will be fine, dude. We'll win this and then everything will be cool again!" The American chuckled, patting the resentful man on the back before he went back to leading his army. 'We both know that's not true... Lord have mercy...'

Oh how holy


How serene

(Country) stared straight ahead at the 3 opposing countries and their thousands of uniformed men, his hands becoming wet with sweat. He gulped nervously, his eyes darting to each of his allies through the corner of his eyes. America was the first to raise his gun, his men mimicking his action. The blonde pulled the trigger, sparking the battle between the two sides. In a flash, both sides converged together, killing at least two hundred men before it even escalated. (Y/n) waved his hand, sending all his troops in after the others as he stood still as they ran past him, tears spilling down his once smiling face.

How kind

How pleasant

(Y/n) pointed his gun at his perusers, shooting them between the eyes, killing them immediately. The (nationality) male looked around for his lovers, still paying attention to who tried to end him. "England! Canada!" (Country) called out, his voice drowning in the screams of thousands of men. The (blonde, brunette, ect.) looked around frantically, failing to notice a certain Axis country lock his gun onto the smaller nation. He continued to scream out his lovers' names until a group of metal objects tore his skin apart as they flew through it, cutting him off.

O, Lily of purity!

Lord, fire by divine, have mercy

Oh how sacred

(Y/n) fell to the ground backwards as a flurry of bullets penetrated his flesh and bone. He hit the patch of lilies with a loud 'thud' twitching slightly as his liquid life seeped through his uniform. His (e/c) eyes darted in all directions, reaching out to some of the passing soldiers, only to be seen as one of the deceased. "Pl-e-as-e" The (blonde, brunette, ect.) managed to get out in an raspy voice as he pulled his arm back, listening to the sounds of gunshots and the exploding canons. The (nationality) nation stared up at the darkening sky, closing his eyes as he accepted his fate, ignoring the distant shouting of his name. 'Lord have mercy.' He whispered in his head.

Oh how serene

How benevolent

How lovely

(Y/n) looked up at the two, finally giving in to his temptation as the tears started to form in his eyes once again. He gripped the crying English countries' hands as hard as he could manage, his eyes becoming blurry. The lids of the fallen country slowly closed with his eyes becoming dull. He smiled- not like before- this time, full of heart and love. (Y/n) let his hands fall limp in his lovers' hold, shutting his eyes just as pairs of tears came in contact with his pale cheeks. (Y/n) let out his last breathe, shutting his eyes permanently as the blood dripped onto the once-white lilies that resembled the purest of all countries.

O, Lily of purity.