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Maple someday
by Xielle
"A Life of Nothing is no better than Death. But then again, maybe they aren't so different, eh? Maybe, Baby, Curvy, Turvy. Maple."
– – –
With a flip and a whirl of his favorite pen, Canada signed the mark of his independence.
But not, he thought, of his existence.
Otherwise, today was a day well spent – "Tres bien!" As papa would always say –, and tomorrow...
He sighed.
Maybe someday, eh?
With a click and the hum of light – so bright – Canada entered his office. His.
And with the office, came all the work – burden – and responsibilities with it.
Monday, again.
But at least, he smiled, I remember simpler times. Shorter days, and longer fun.
Yesterdays and yesteryears, yes, he nodded to himself. And tomorrow, maybe...
He sighed.
Maybe someday, eh?
With – ah..! – a thump and a groan – so deep and so ragged – full of..- of..- of promises, and- and things, Canada succumbed to sin for a night.
Not, however, to rest, he thought rather glumly next morning.
He sighed.
Maybe someday, eh?
With a whirl and a click, Canada groaned.
And he wondered. He wondered about his childhood and his adulthood, and again, if this was what he used to dream about.
But I suppose, he reasoned, no one can even hope to imagine this nightmare.
No one. Nothing.
No, no. This would've driven people mad, long ago.
Heh.
Oui, Maple someday, eh?
Ahahahaha!
– – –
END.
11.06.10