So I woke up last monday and was like I have to write a CanadaXPrussia fanfiction! Well, I was and still am having Major writers block on my other ongoing fanfiction so what the heck, I thought, why not write a short one chapter Fanfic about Prussia and Canada? Well, that was how it started out, but after I began writing it I was like crap theres no way this is going to end up being one chapter...so im just gonna see where this goes.
Canada sighed, he'd been forgotten again. A few weeks ago, Canada decided to stop coming to the meetings just to see if someone would notice and maybe then they would pay more attention to him. His plan obviously wasn't going as planned; he seemed to have become more forgotten if that was even possible. France had noticed he was gone, but then the reason France had noticed at all was because he had raised Canada and that was only part of the reason. France had been recently dumped by England, which left him with more time to spend with Canada. So about a week and half after Canada stopped coming France came to visit him.
"Canada, do you think that you'll come back to the meetings soon?" France asked him. He thought Canada had been sick and wasn't feeling well enough to go to the meetings. He was totally oblivious to the real reason of Canada's seclusion.
"Really, Papa, would anyone care if I just didn't come anymore?"
"Of course they would!" France stared at Canada and was about to say more, but Canada's small voice beat him to it.
"Do they even know that I haven't been there? Does anyone even realize I'm there, when I'm at the meetings? Papa, if you were still with England would you have even noticed?" Canada asked his voice was small, but it was clearly angry and sad.
Canada still remembered how much it hurt when France had left leaving those questions unanswered. He noticed everybody and he knew more about them than most of them realized, but no one even noticed Canada. As much as Canada wanted to deny it, his life pretty much sucked; he was just a nonexistent being.
The subway he was on slid to a stop. Canada didn't bother looking up, since there were still two more stations before it was his turn to get off. France didn't visit anymore and he tried not to let it bother him; he didn't want it to bother him. Canada might have been angered that no one noticed him, but he wasn't wallowing in self-pity it was the one thing he wouldn't allow. He had to find a way to either move on or get noticed; he was just biding his time and letting his pent up anger fade. Well, Canada thought, at least it couldn't get worse than this. Of course we all know what happens when someone says or thinks that, it gets worse! People began filing onto the subway and finding places to sit. As it was a totally drunk, annoying, asshole sat down next to Canada, but that wasn't the worst part, he was sitting on Canada's hand. Yes, Canada, it can get worse.
Prussia chugged what seemed to be his 50th beer. He cursed and stared at the bottle. It's all your friggin' fault! It was a thought he directed at the bottle and threw it with all his drunken might. He watched as it shattered against the old graffiti wall, but he was too close and the shards flew back, cutting his face. He liked it though, he deserved it. It was His fault not anyone or anything else's. He screwed up everything, he messed it all up and he knew there was no way to fix it. She'd made her choice and he knew she wasn't going to change her mind. But he wanted her, he needed her, he knew everything about her and she was all he ever wanted, because he loved her! Why hadn't he just told her? Now, he had her, that uptight, self-righteous bastard who was nothing, but a loser! She was everything Prussia had ever truly wanted, but that damned bastard had her now. What did she even see in him? Prussia knew what she saw and that was what was haunting him, when he thought of what had gone down tonight and of her with that guy his eyes clouded in unsustainable anger and pain. Prussia leaned against the wall with his eyes closed and slid to the ground. He opened his eyes as something poked his hand, a large, sharp shard of his beer bottle lay underneath his palm. He picked it up and stared at it. A single tear drop fell on the shard and Prussia closed his fist, letting it cut deep into his flesh. It distracted him from the internal torment for a moment, but as quickly as it came it was gone. He shivered and stood up, letting the glass shard drop breaking it further. He began walking toward the nearest liquor store in hope of finding the bottom of the bottle rather than sitting there wishing to find the bottom of the endless black hole of torment he found himself in now.
Once he had successfully found a good bottle of alcohol, he had wondered aimlessly until he ended up at the subway station. He knew he must be really bad off since he had no idea what he was drinking and he had opened the bottle before he'd even left the store. He was sickened by himself and all that made him want to do was down another bottle of alcohol.
"Immm awsum…not mattrr" He muttered slurring his words more because of the hurt he felt rather than being drunk. As a matter of fact he wasn't as drunk as he wished and managed to think of a way to get to his little brother, Germanys house. He didn't want to go home and face his problems. It wasn't good to run from them, but he knew that they'd be there in the morning along with the worst hangover ever, so he didn't think twice about it. Prussia stumbled onto the subway and sat in the closest open seat he could find. There was a tiny squeak from next to him, but he didn't let himself be bothered by it.
Hehehe im really horrible, i love putting cliffhangers. Poor Canadia! lol ;P Please review!