I'm running out of poetic metaphors! Oh no! xD

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Atracurium

n. a paralytic drug used in surgery (put simply.)

Canada was drawn, inexorably, to Prussia. He was paralyzed half-way, able only to move closer, never to pull away. He could stop – but he could never escape. One day, he would cease to struggle and be pulled down into the numbing, soothing red that threatened to overtake his dreams, his thoughts – his heart. Canada didn't want this – that was what he told himself, every single day of his life – he didn't want love, because he'd just be forgotten in the end, anyways. Prussia never forgot him. The scarlet pull strengthened every time Canada saw it, tightening its hold on him like a boa constrictor, choking Canada and yet filling him with breath – none of it made sense. It flowed like a river, burned like fire, and yet felt so comforting, and tempting. It was the one escape that Canada never dared to take – the one leap of faith that could make or break him. If he ever let go of the scraps of control he had left, he would give the pull the strength to utterly break him – to destroy him from the inside out until he was utterly, completely broken – and Canada feared that would be just the thing that would happen. It was so, so tempting. Canada only had to move just slightly closer, tilt his head ever so slightly upwards, to press his lips against his – and Canada could be free, the draw of the magnet gone – but for what cost? Was it worth it? Was fighting worth it? Canada had never been the fighting type, and yet he tried, unsuccessfully, to pull away. Prussia had always been the fighting type – so why had he given up so quickly, allowed himself to be sucked in, luring Canada closer and closer to the forbidden? The thought was numbing, paralyzing. It was forbidden. And maybe, that was why Canada finally gave up and let the red overtake him, waves slowly rising until they were over Canada's head – and when Canada couldn't hold his breath for any longer, the scarlet let up, and Canada surfaced, gasping and blushing and smiling and staring into Prussia's eyes – and completely, irrevocably in love.

And suddenly, Canada was not only free of the forbidden pull – he was part of it.