Matthew wrote and erased, having some difficulty writing a poem consisting of two stanzas with five syllables and one stanza with seven syllables. He glanced at the challenge Kiku gave him :
"Write five Haiku. Four poems have to start off with:
• My Hands Are
• All of a Sudden
• Peace Comes Like
• Each Among Us
then, make up your own Haiku."
The quiet Canadian looked at his Haiku collection so far.
My Hands are
Writing Beautiful Stories
And Drawing Meaningful Pictures
All of a Sudden
An Orange Leaf Falls
Autumn has came
Peace Comes Like
Falling Cherry Blossoms
In The Spring
Each Among Us
Is a Powerful Dream
That Only We Can Accomplish
Forget-me-nots and Silverbells
Bloom at Different Times
But both Brings us Serenity
Matthew wasn't to confident with these poems. They didn't even consist of the 5,7,5 pattern. But he did remember calling up Papa France earlier asking him to help. The French nation told him that all Haiku poems did not have to consist of the 5,7,5 pattern. Canada thanked the charming man, giving a quiet giggle after he hung up. He was going to call his brother and ask how he was doing.
Alfred wasn't doing too good. He repeatedly erased and erased, causing a hole to form. He crumpled the paper and threw it into the trash, anger rising. Pushing up Texas, he got a new piece of paper, he quickly wrote the Gakuen Hetalia Heading and read the Haiku start offs that Japan had given to them.
The American skimmed the paper. Slightly confused, Alfred sighed, pushing his dirty blond hair from his face. He tried to think of things that made him happy, besides food. He first thought of his beloved England. He thought of the first time they kissed, tongues entwined, blush spreading like a wildfire. America smiled, the Englishman always acting like he didn't like the American, when in fact he loved him with a passion.
Maybe he could write about England.
"Hm . . . "
Peace Comes Like . . .
A Single Kiss
Happiness following after ?
"No." Alfred erased the Haiku.
Each Among Us . . .
Is a homophobic
Who wants to get punched in the face.
"Heh, no. . ." He giggled to himself, erasing the Haiku. Alfred sighed.
This American had writers block.
"Damn, why is it so hard to write such a short poem?" He said to himself.
The dirty blond was scratching his head with his bitten and worn out pencil. He needed to take a break. ASAP. He looked around for something to do. "Video games? No, if I play, I won't finish at all. Maybe I should try out that finger trap thing China gave to me. . . "
He walked over to his kitchen and dug around in his drawers, finding the Finger Trap deep within the other knick-knacks. He put his two index fingers inside the open holes and stood there, silently waiting for something to happen. After three seemingly long minutes, Alfred said, "This is so boring. Let me just get back to work." He tried to pull his finger out, unfortunately failing.
"Hey now . . ." the American said, some panic in his voice. He pulled and pulled, unsuccessful each time. He cursed to himself every time the Finger Trap would feel as if it were coming off, when it really wasn't.
The phone rang.
"Well, shit." He cursed quietly. He trotted over to the phone, staring at it, eyebrows lowered. He waited until the phone finally stopped ringing. Alfred frantically tried to get at least one finger out of the finger trap. When he felt as if there was no hope, he started to bite at the Finger Trap. The bamboo strings then started to loosen up, causing America to get his right finger out. He smiled. "Victory!"
The phone then rang again.
He answered with a happy, "Hello?"
"Ah, Alfie! You didn't pick up the first time, so I instantly thought you weren't home." the Canadian blushed, "I called to see how you were doing on your Haiku." Matthew said on the other line.
The American sighed, "Mattie help me! I have no inspiration, nothing to write about, and I don't know how to put all the things I'm talking about into a 5,7,5 syllable stanza!" America whined, "Help Matt!"
Canada thought for a moment. "Did you try thinking about something that makes you happy?"
"I thought about England."
A sigh came from the other line, "Something other than that, silly. And no food, please. We all know it makes you happy, but, in the name of Maple, not in a Haiku."
Alfred thought for a moment. "Hm . . . how about you?"
"Me?"
"Yeah, I could write about how you and I are brothers and how we love each other very much!"
"Alfie, you sound like a five year old." Matthew giggled.
The dirty blond sucked his teeth. "Well damn, give me some ideas."
Canada pondered again. "How about some of your favorite things? You know, things like your favorite season or other stuff. I wrote about how Autumn came rolling in and also about Cherry Blossoms in the spring." he giggled, pushing up his round glasses.
"Really? Lemme hear it!" Alfred said with some enthusiasm.
Canada hesitated, a little shy about sharing his personal thoughts with someone else, but he then reached over for his notebook and read his Haiku.
"A-All of a Sudden
An Orange Leaf Falls
Autumn has Came
and
Peace Comes Like
Falling Ch-Cherry Blossoms
In the Spring."
"Aw Mattie, how'd you do that? I thought they were always supposed to have a 5,7,5 stanza thingy." America commented.
Canada smiled. "Not all Haikus have to be like that. I called and asked Papa France for help and he said that they didn't always have to consist of the 5,7,5 stanzas." Matthew explained.
"They don't?" Alfred sighed in relief,"Thank goodness. I was thinking they all had to be in a perfect short, long, short style. Thanks Mattie!~ Now I can get to work on my Haiku!" America said with a smile.
"N-No problem, Alfie." Canada smiled a warm smile.
"I'll stop by later, alright?"
"After you finish your Haiku collection, you can." Canada reassured.
"I will!" America grumbled.
"Alright then. See you."
"See you." Alfred hung up.
The blond went back to his desk, ease filling his mind and heart. "Alright . . . let's get this done."
Ah~
I clearly need work on writing my stories.
America : Well, no shit. I was all OOC and crap.
Canada : Alfred!
Me : ; n ;
While you guys review (please do so! ^^), could you send in some Haikus? I'm not that much of a poet, so I really could use some help. ; w ;