No One Can Tell

by LinedWithCharcoal

It was a time to mourn the loss of what would never be. The tangle of limbs beneath the sheets was nothing more than a way to forget, a way to cope with the feeling of rejection and loss. A loss that would never again be within their reach.

DISCLAIMER- Yeah. I don't own it.

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It was a meeting like no other. Neither looked the other in the eye. It was a time to mourn the loss of what would never be. The bittersweet smell of the other and the passion in their voice was the only thing they could hold onto. The tangle of limbs beneath the sheets was nothing more than a way to forget, a way to cope with the feeling of rejection and loss. A loss that would never again be within their reach.

Neither remember how it began. Perhaps it was a drunk exchange in the beginning, a bit of wine here or there. Was it the company the other enjoyed? No one can tell. But time went on, and the days for them became longer, until nothing made sense anymore.

The sweat that dripped from their foreheads represented the pine and struggle that would never pay off. So they kept on meeting, each time more painful than the one before it, more anger rising to the top. Their bodies became battered, bruised, and overworked as the blows and bites from the other became more frequent, more needy.

She just wanted him to give her a sign that he enjoyed her existence. She was a little sister, and nothing more. She vowed to herself that one day, perhaps, he would realize what he was missing. Until then, more cuts would appear on her skin, the seams on her heart would rip just a little bit more, and she'll sleep less and less at night while drowning herself in tears of blood.

He would never forgive himself. He let himself fall, he let himself fall hard. Only to be rejected. They were friends, but nothing more. "I'm waiting." was all he got. For what? For who? No one can tell. He loved with all his heart, and the shattered pieces are too small and too plentiful to ever be repaired again.

Another meeting, another day. As long as they make it through, nothing else mattered. As they whispered into each other's ears and clawed at the other's back, the tears still fell, because they both knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

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A very short fic~ GermanyBelarus is one of my favorite pairings. I am a crack addict, yes, it's true. I have a problem. I blame it on my friend. She did this Hetalia writing meme, and one of the questions had GermanyBelarus, and I was like OHMYGOD. I LOVE THAT. And thus.

Yeah. So. I wrote this the other day during sixth period Geometry. It was after a quiz, and I had finished in five minutes. I had the rest of the period to myself. What to do, what to do... ah! Let's write fanfiction!

Yeah.

I love new crack!pairings, so if you all have any, I BEG OF YOU. Tell me what they are, and I will be MORE THAN HAPPY to write you a fic. :DDDD

~LinedWithCharcoal~