Just a short FrUk story I felt like writing.
I do not own hetalia... yet :D
It's amazing how easily people can change. Especially with such minor events like this. We were at the park, my boyfriend and I, when he pushed me on the swing. He pushed a little too hard, and I wasn't paying attention, so I fell, and landed myself a broken arm.
He treats me like glass now, asking permission to do as little an act as to kiss me on the cheek. You wouldn't think it strange if you didn't know him, but he's usually all over me, kissing me – without asking – and asking me to do… other things… I'm starting to miss the perverted way he showed affection before, and I never thought I'd say that in my life.
It's like he's the broken one now, not me. He always seems so… empty. Like some of the nurses at my hospital. The ones that, deep down, don't care, and aren't afraid to show it. He regards me without emotion, and I'm worried. What If he's… got someone else?
He's done it with all his other partners, but not me yet, so it makes sense. I don't think I'll be able to bear it when he tells me – if he tells me. But he comes home every night on time, and we work near each other, I see him a lot. I don't think he's cheating.
Maybe it's time for me to step up. I never confront these problems; he's always done it for me. So I asked him why he wasn't acting the same as he did before.
"Mon cher… You always get so annoyed when I touch you, or kiss you… I was just doing what I thought you wanted, giving you more space. I didn't realise it would make you feel sad…"
He said it with such sadness and sincerity that I thought I was goig to cry. From relief, and other feelings… I was just so bloody happy! I gave him a kiss right then and there, just to show how much I loved him. The real him, not the him he thought I wanted him to be.
