Once the door was shut, the mask came off. That, spitefully happy smile, those shining dead marble blue eyes, the eerie happy glow that consumed him, gone. Replaced by his true emotion, apathy. That pure, drenching, sucking, consuming, blank, black depth of emotion or lack therefore of. Was it hard to keep up that oh so false and cracked mask? Never. It came naturally really. A flawless act, so flawless that he himself believed it to be his true feelings. He believed himself to be the overly exuberant, happy go lucky foolish young man that he wore as a costume instead of one who was worn down and ready to call "uncle".
No one had seen him in his unmasked and torn state in what seemed like decades, maybe a century even, but that is the way he had to keep it. That is the way it had to stay. Isn't that how heroes are any way? Not a single weakness. Tears and sadness, they were a weakness. And just as that weakness was peeking out, just as the tears began to form and roll, just as the emptiness started to consume, there was a knock and he didn't hear it. No, to deep in the self-loathing and drowning tears he didn't hear the knocks at his door. Nor did he hear the cussing, the rummaging, the ah-haing, the jimmying, the clicking, nor the opening of the pick locked door.
And you can guess that the steps went unheard to deaf ears as the walls continued to break down and the sobs were beginning to peek out of gasps and a clutched chest racked with hyperventilation. But he did hear a gasp that didn't belong to his own fish-like brand and he turned in a panic, extra tears leaking down at the thought of being found in such a drowned blue met a pair of shocked green and then he hid his face, shoving it into his hands and cursing himself once again.
The intruder stood for a moment in a petrified state, not moving or blinking, just watching the crying nation in surprise. Then he acted, walking smoothly over and wrapping his arms around the other for comfort. Silent tears slid from his own toxic green eyes as his blue eyed companion clutched at his shirt, sobs breaking loose in violent shakes. He closed his eyes and the tears continued to fall, for misery breeds and nations are no exemption to the rule.
AN:
My first fic so please be gentle! I don't know if I should add more to this, or leave it as it is. R&R?