He didn't show - of course he didn't.
He insists that he hates me, that I'm a burden, or that I'm lazy.
I gently reach my fingers down to lift up the adorable kitty at my feet; she meows and curls closer against my hand and the body that it's connected to.
I bet he's pestering Japan or has thought of this as a joke, that I wasn't wasting my time waiting on him.
I ignore my food as I focus on my feline friend that doesn't have to worry about being stood up as cats don't go on dates.
It would be much easier to be a cat than to have to love such a bastard, or to have to manage your country.
Cats only have to live, and do what they want.
Food and sleep are their main concerns.
Is it really so strange to want to forget about the man that I love?
I sigh, and feel it's gentle passing through my body while I wait.
He doesn't show, so I leave the little cafe that has the grey cat.
I call Japan in hopes that he'll want to talk to me.
Spending the day with him makes me wish that I could love him instead of Turkey.
Loving Japan would be easier on my heart.
He's kind to me, and very polite.
He still takes naps with me while Turkey refuses to.
My heart despite all of that had fallen for Turkey even though I'd rather see him in a coffin half the time than with me.
I have my cats and Japan though that will probably be by my side forever.
"Will you go out with me this Saturday?" A deep voice spoke through my phone.
"Why would I want to go out with you?" Bitter words fell from my lips with ease as I spoke to Turkey.
He hung up not too long later after he managed to make the arrangements.
I decided to give him a chance when Saturday came around.
The truth was that my body lightens up around him while at the same time, it coils up in defense with little sparks passing through my suddenly tense muscles when I was near him.
I would rather be with him even if we're fighting than be with one of my cats.
I loved and hated him despite my mind's warnings while it seemed much too hard to tell how he felt about me.