Summary: China finally accepts that she will never be able to get Japan back, so she decides to go and find someone else. But it turns out that that "someone else" is an old flame. When maple meets wok, she learns that maybe she needs him more than her may need her...? And yes, I said "she". Rated T for blood, violence, possible rape, and angst. Oh yeah, and true love.
The world meeting had just ended. When I went to this meeting, I had been hoping we could have been able to get something accomplished, but I knew that idea was beyond reach. Those damned western countries couldn't even put their differences aside and work together for a mere five hours to fix the problems of the world! What a shame, really.
Although, I couldn't help but notice the most quietest western country I've ever laid eyes on in all my years as a nation. His name was Canada, and he... intrigued me. The brother of America, that loud-mouthed bafoon, and he was rarely ever noticed. I felt sorry for him when I first ever heard his name. I knew who he was, but I was too busy trying to get Japan's attention I never really noticed him.
Well, now I finally realized that Japan doesn't need me anymore, and he will never need me again, so I must move on. And the perfect way to do that is to find someone else. Say... Canada. He seems lonely enough. I mean, never being noticed and always being mistaken for America, that dumbass douche, must really leave him feeling upset and beaten at the end of the day. Especially with Cuba always out to get America...
I spotted America leaving the meeting room, Canada close by his side. I could barely hear his voice, but I knew he was talking. Hopefully he was standing up for himself and telling America that what he does to him is wrong? And that he's not a hero, no matter how much he believes it?
I stepped closer to the group, wanting to hear what the nealy-forgotten country has to say. Unfortunately, when I got within hearing distance of the pair, I noticed that Canada wasn't standing up for himself and telling America to his face that he didn't appreciate what he does to him, but instead Canada was asking America to "please stop being mean to the other countries because they were confusing him for America."
At that point I noticed, along with Canada, that America wasn't listening, but paying close attention to what England was saying to France. At least those idiots could control themselves. Canada became frustrated and grabbed America by his arm, surprising both the stronger nation and I myself. I followed them out of the room, and when I passed England and France, I heard what they were talking about... Ways to take down Italy, Germany, and Japan. I wanted to turn back around and warn Germany to be careful, that he should watch out for Italy because France and England were planning on attacking. Those idiots. Every time they go to attack, they either get caught or their plan backfires.
Shaking my head, I continued out of the room. I walked down the hall a little ways, hoping I could find America and Canada without them seeing me first. Luck was on my side, because I saw them at the end of the corridor, Canada yelling (at least I think that's what he was doing) at America. Finally, that boy stood up for himself. I smiled a small smile and started to take a step forward, you know, to put my two-cents in, but before I could go anywhere, America laughed.
"They're not confusing us, dude," America laughed loudly, embarrassing his brother further. I bet it had taken a lot of courage for poor Canada to stand up for himself like that, and here is his older brother, laughing at him! That really pissed me off, so I decided to stick up for Canada. Maybe that's what I needed to do in order to recieve Canada's attention. I mean, he definitely doesn't seem like he notices anyone but his family very often...
"They do confuse you two, and you're being unnecessarily rude," I called down the hall to America. Both countries turned their heads toward me, and Canada blushed. His face turned bright red, and he hung his head, but America had eyes only for the intruder, lifting his head higher.
"Who confuses us?" America asked in a clueless yet cocky tone. I walked up to the two stunned countries, my head held high.
"Whoever doesn't remember him," I snapped, frustrated at the stupid American. Why couldn't he ever pay enough attention to his younger brother and stand up for him? I remembered him, though. I'd stick up for him...
America and Canada were sitting on a cliff, kicking their legs over the edge. England was there, and so was France. But they weren't paying any attention to the two smaller countries in danger of falling off the cliff. The two older countries were too busy arguing about something that was probably from so long ago that neither of them remembered what they were fighting about.
I walked up to the two young countries timdily. Sure, they both looked strong enough to help one another if one of them fell off the cliif, but I couldn't help this growing feeling of... I guess most would call it protectiveness over these two countries. I felt as if I needed to help them if they ever got into some sort of trouble.
Sitting down beside the smaller country, I smiled at the two brothers. "I've heard a lot about you," I murmured. The two countries looked at me, confused. "Your... eh... father over there. England. He talks very highly about you two. You should be glad to have a father like him protecting you, caring for you."
I must have said the wrong thing. The taller country, America, looked over his shoulder at the two fighting older countries. "I guess..." he sighed, looking down towards the bottom of the cliff.
"They're always fighting," the smaller country, Canada, murmured, his voice soft. "Every time England decides to spend some time with us, France has to ruin our day by following us and making everything hell for the three of us."
I felt so bad for these two little countries. The person that had promised to take care of them was never around. I knew how they felt. Besides, they had someone now. They had me. I secretly vowed to always watch out for these two young countries, no matter how powerful they got. Even if they would one day become stronger than I, I vowed to always protect them and help them in a time of need.
America and Canada watched me, their eyes filled with worry. Maybe they remembered that day, too?
America's face fell, and he turned toward Canada. He apologized, which I was surprised he did. America hardly ever admitted he was wrong when it came to soemthing he believed in, and he defintely believed no one ever confused him and Canada.
Canada nodded his head in acknowledgement, his mouth a thin line. I didn't have to be a mind reader to know what he was thinking: Go away. I don't need you anymore. But I needed him.
Sighing, America turned and left the building, his head down. Intentions of making up with his brother were heavy in his mind.
"Can I help you...?" Canada asked, uncharacteristically cold. I winced, not bothering to hide my emotions from him. Both the brothers knew how I felt, and it probably made them uneasy. But I wasn't going to give up this time.
"Uhm..." I stammered. Now that I was finally able to talk to him, I was finding it difficult to form words. In my head, I knew what I wanted to say, but the words were stuck in my throat, frozen there by the fear of rejection. "Well... I just wanted to know if... Uh... Hi...?"
Canada shook his head, a small smile on his lips. "You never were really good at forming proper sentences around me, were you?" He laughed a little then, and I doubted that he was laughing to try and help my uneasiness.
I huffed angrily, my patience wearing thin for the first time public. Although I wouldn't call this public... I thought as I looked around us curiously. It appeared no one was with us, but knowing Hungary, she was probably hiding in one of the other rooms or behind a corner or something recording this small interaction between Canada and I.
Canada watched me as I thought of something to say. He stood there patiently, leaning against the wall. I was afraid he might eventually get bored and turn to leave, so I blurted the first thing that came to mind, although it did't seem like a good thing to say.
"I'm sorry," I blurted, my loud voice carrying in the empty hall. I lowered my voice before continuing, "for what happened... before." I bowed my head, trying to hide my blush. The last time we had talked one-on-one, it hadn't gone so well.
Maybe this was the right way to go after all...? I thought, surprised, as Canada nodded his head slowly. "As am I," he apologized, his eyes filled with sadness. "It was my fault, and I can never forgive myself for saying suchh horrible thigs to you. I wasn't myself that day."
I smiled a small smile, looking Canada in the eye, my confidence given atremendous boost by his words. "So..." I began slowly, flirtatiously. I hoped I was doing this right; it was the first time ever that I was making the "first move" as France would call it. "How about you come over to my house tonight for some tea and we can... you know... make up the right way? And catch up."
Canada smiled, the sadness in his eyes being chased completely away by the joy that filled them. So he is just as glad to be with me as I am to be with him, I thought happily as Canada nodded gracefully. "I would like that," he murmured shyly before smiling at me and waving good-bye. Probably off to apologize to Alfred for "yelling" at him earlier. Not that America had heard a word he'd said, but Canada probably still felt like it was necessary, I guess...
Grinning broadly, I turned around to find none other than Hungary, a smile upon her face as well. "Well, well, well," she murmured appreciatively, threading her arm through mine and dragging me out of the building. "Looks like someone's got a date."