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Blank Spaces
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"Who are you?" The blonde sitting against white pillows asked blandly.
"Austria." At Switzerland's confused frown, his visitor raised a brow. "Roderich Edelstein."
"I don't know you."
Until then, Austria had somewhat forgotten the feeling of a stabbed heart. "We're... We've known each other for years."
"I don't remember."
So, that's how it feels.
"Who are you to me?"
"I don't know." Austria smiled tightly, patiently, desperately. I wonder if you ever did, either.
"Well, I guess we'll find out."
"Yes." He blinked, hope settling like an eagle roosting. "We'll fill in the blanks."
Perhaps read between the lines, too.
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Ende
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AN: Just a product of swirling thoughts and procrastination at 4 a.m.