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((TW: Death. Summoned!AU. The words she mutters at the end are what summons your character. Your character can be a demon or a guardian angel. Nyo!Canada x Anyone. Britain or 2p!America would be awesome, but anyone's okay.))

Autumn had been a happy child, fooling around with her twin sister who went by the name of Amelia. Like any childhood, it wasn't perfect--they got in trouble, resulting in being grounded, among other things. But that didn't matter to them. They were happy and practically sewn together at the hip, that closeness remaining for the next several years.

In middle school, they'd study together and gush over the cute people that attended their school. In high school they'd do the same, and when a pursuit for a crush didn't go well they'd hole up in one of their bedrooms and feast on mint chocolate chip ice cream while cheesy movies played in an attempt to aid those heartaches.

When college came, they weren't as close in physical terms. It was an hour drive between them, but they made up for that with phone calls and weekly visits to each other. They took turns each time, but one time Autumn wasn't feeling up to driving. She had called Amelia, asking if she could make the drive that weekend instead and taking relief once she had. That was when the storm began, and two hours came by and Amelia hadn't arrived. Only a phone call. The hospital. Autumn had rushed there, tears streaming down her cheeks. Amelia had been hit by a drunk driver during the storm and wasn't going to make it. When the heart monitor went flat, Autumn could feel her sister's presence leave her heart.

Autumn blamed herself for her twin's death and she could see the strain it had on her parents. Her father, once talkative, was almost completely silent. And her mother constantly mixed up their names, sometimes seeming to forget which twin had passed. A month had passed since then and the blonde was a wreck. Thankfully it was summer holiday, so she just had to drag herself to work. But save for that, she never left her home save to buy enough food to feed herself. Her home was a mess, papers strewn everywhere and dust seemed to be a living thing. She was online, dressed in an over-sized sweatshirt and a pair of jeans as she sat at her computer, typing in the search box. 'Advice to get over a lost loved one.' She had searched--three hours prior. She was past what the search had really pulled up and found herself on some website with religious chants, Latin words. Mumbling one of them under her breath, she rolled her eyes before clicking away from the page. Yeah, right. Unless there was a chant that could bring her sister back, she didn't care.