Lately, my friend got me into writing fan fictions. Thanks Kira personally I find inner joy from this stuff haha. I totally stole the title from Nicholas Sparks, but I could not find any other decent name for this story. Anyways, I hope there will be at least some people who actually like my stories. Enjoy 3

Russia and I have been friends for a really long time. We go back really far; I'd consider him my brother. Although, the only reason I didn't consider him my brother was because I actually had feelings for him. He was too heartless to have feelings for me back though, so I gave up hope on him liking me back. Regularly, we met up on the Great Wall and just walked as far as we could before the night took over. We'd have a wonderful conversation to pass the time, and beautiful scenery for our eyes to gaze at. For me though, I'd be too busy concentrating on Russia. Even if his style was bland; I couldn't help but think how much it complimented him. The grey just sited him so well. I dreamed of being with him, but we always want what we can't have, right? One morning, I woke up to get ready for my plans with Russia. For some reason, I felt like something really great was going to happen today. "What if he says he shares the same feeings?" I thought. No, I shouldn't be thinking things like that. He doesn't like me that way, I'll only be disappointed. Later that morning, we met up on the structure.

"Shall we start walking?" Russia said blissfully.

"Alright." I said smiling.

He looked so lovely in the glow of the sunrise. I'm doing it again. I should just get over him and find someone new. But I just couldn't rid my feelings. I've fallen too hard to forget. Today was especially worse, probably because I woke up with so much hope that maybe he'd confess his love. The love I've been dreaming of. Suddenly, we stopped.

"The skies are especially gorgeous today, aren't they, China?"

"Yes, the skies are always eye catching this early in the morning." I said trying to keep a cheerful tone.

"No, today they seem more alluring than any other day."

"I guess." I sighed

"Is something wrong?" He asked worryingly.

"No, everything's fi-"

"China, I know when something's up; I know you too well."

"I couldn't tell you." I was trying to hold back my tears.

"Please do."

"Russia, I-I really like you, more than a friend."

"Oh, I see."

"See why I couldn't tell you?"

"China, you're a great person, but I can't be with you. It's not that I haven't thought about it. I'd like to be lovers, but I don't think I can ever be that close with anyone. I'm too afraid of the pain that comes with it."

"Russia, I would do everything in my power to surround you in nothing but happiness."

"I understand, but I hope you get that I just can't take that risk, but I'd still like to be friends…"

"Alright, I'd much rather be your friend than nothing if we can't be together."

That was the truth, I couldn't stand losing him whether he was my lover or not. Russia meant way too much to me. I couldn't imagine life without him. Although, the fact he didn't share feelings back disappointed me. After our walk, I went home and all I could do was cry. Why was I falling apart like this? I've never cried over him before. Was it because I now knew for sure how he felt? I didn't know. He was still the same friend he had always been. Even still, everything seemed so different. I wanted him, I wanted him beyond words could describe. The assurance of his feelings made everything so much worse. How could I ever face him again? Either I'd break down into tears, or it'd be really awkward. It was morning before I knew it, and the phone was ringing. It was Russia.

"Hey, you up for a walk today?"

"Uhm, no sorry. I'm not feeling too great."

"Okay, maybe next time then."

I just lied to him, I can't believe I did that! Friends don't do that. But what was I supposed to say? "Sorry, everything's so awkward and painful, leave me alone."? That would be pushing him away. Actions like that would literally kill me. I just couldn't help but feel pain. In the evening, Russia came by. I didn't want him here, I didn't want him to see me in such a mess.

"I brought some soup to make you feel better; there's bread and butter in there as well." He seemed too joyful.

"Thank you. Please, come in."

"Such a shame you couldn't make it today, I was really hoping you'd come out."

"Yeah, well, maybe tomorrow I'll come." I said while slurping my soup.

"Hopefully, I really missed looking at the sunrise with you."

He was way too happy. I didn't understand what was happening. Russia was acting as if nothing happened. It angered me, first there was me having a complete meltdown; then there's him all ecstatic. I finished the soup.

"Did you enjoy it?" Russia questioned.

"Yes, it made me feel better."

"Well, if you're healthy enough now, I hope you don't mind me doing this.

He leaned in and kissed me passionately. I kissed him back. It felt like a dream, it was a fantasy I thought would never become real.

"I thought you were against this." I asked.

"Yeah, I was, but after knowing your feelings; I couldn't help but think about us. When I said I didn't want to get close to anyone, I was serious. Then I realized that you're the exception. I didn't care if you hurt me; I just didn't know how long I could last only being your friend."

"Russia, I love you too much to ever do anything that might hurt you. Losing you would be too much for me. If you give me the chance, I'll make sure you won't regret it."

He kissed me again. I took that as a yes. I couldn't help but feel this was meant to be. Being with anyone else wouldn't feel right. I would make it my obligation to keep Russia smiling; his sorrow would hurt me as much as him.