So...yeah. The poem and Hetalia characters do not belong to me.
Happenstance by Rita Dove
When you appeared it was as if
magnets cleared the air.
I had never seen that smile before
or your hair, flying silver. Someone
waving goodbye, she was silver, too.
Of course you didn't see me.
I called softly so you could choose
not to answer- then called again.
You turned in the light, your eyes
seeking your name.
He had noticed him at the world meeting. Canada had asked America who he was and received a quick "That's Russia, dude," before his brother went back to stuffing his face with fast food and being the hero.
He wondered now as he watched the Russian walk down the street with what Canada had assumed to be his sister(though she was very clingy…) how he'd never noticed such a big nation. Canada was never noticed himself, so he kinda people watched during meetings. But he couldn't understand how he had overlooked that small, ever-present smile.
A strong breeze had kicked during the meeting, Britain's bipolar weather (reflected little in his personality) threatening rain. Canada watched the sky for a moment, then looked back to see Russia saying goodbye to his lovey companion. Canada noted that the two had the same color hair: an impossibly light blonde that looked silver in the overcast afternoon.
Seizing the opportunity, Canada softly called after him. He must not have heard, because he kept walking after persuading his sister into the hotel. Canada hadn't expected him to notice, even though he was maybe a yard or so behind. Gosh, that was infuriating; never being noticed. He balled his fists in frustration, stopping in front of the hotel café. He was determined to be acknowledged, if not by the world, then by this nation.
"Russia."
He turned at the sound of his name, violet eyes confused as they caught the sunlight that broke through the clouds. Canada froze, shocked that he had nearly shouted out this stranger's name, as the Russian's eyes settled on him. The smaller man began to tremble, hoping for the first time in his life that he truly was invisible, that Russia could see right through him. But for the first time in Canada's life, that wasn't the case.
Russia's expression went back to normal, his signature smile returning to his face as he took a step closer to the seemingly paralyzed nation who had said his name.
"Hello, comrade. You want something?" he asked.
Before Canada could form an answer, Russia spoke again. "You're a nation, too, da? You know my name. What is yours?"
"I- I'm Canada," he replied, not as confident(or filled with pent up rage) as before.
No sooner had the words escaped his lips that the rain had started to pour from the sky. The sudden cloudburst had caught the two newly acquainted countries off-guard. Russia grabbed Canada's hand and pulled him under the nearby awning of the café.
"Well, Canada," Russia said, smile becoming brighter, "You'll join me for coffee, da?"
The smaller man nodded, mirroring his new companion's smile.
That concludes my poetry fanfic one shot thing...
So, thanks for reading! Hope you all enjoyed it!