P.S. Cancer sucks 03 July 18

Elizaveta= Hungary

Mathew=Canada (Normally spelt as "Matthew" but I've seen it spelt both ways and the 4 Mathews we had in my grade growing up had three out of the four with their names spelt "Mathew" and just one as "Matthew" so...that's how I spell it.

Warning: While I have an aunt who has had cancer, I have not and this is purely a work of fiction without any research.


When he was in grade two, Mathew was given his slip of paper with the address of his pen pal, a girl in Hungary his age. He had done the assignment, but it had continued on beyond that and, mutually, both had continued to write to the other long after the required 5 letters had been sent and received, and long after that year finished, and the next rolled around, then the next and the next until they were now both about to graduate high school, but despite having cell phones and emails…they continued their old fashioned method of sending letters.

Which also made it very easy to keep secrets, or rather; it made it very easy for Mathew to keep one particular secret. After all, it wasn't like his pen pal knew what he looked like or could comment on anything that happened day by day.

He hadn't wanted to worry his one friend who had never looked at him with pity. She couldn't, and for that she was his best friends even beyond the compassion she showed and the love they felt for each other even without having ever met. It's why he'd refused when she'd asked if he wanted to talk over Skype or any other messaging system. He couldn't. He refused to. He didn't want even more pity and fake sympathy. She was the only person he considered his truest friend until now, after all.

He'd wanted to hold off and live long enough to meet her at the time they'd planned for so long. He'd hoped to make it to graduation and to go on to do his GAP year travelling around Europe with her.

That was not to be.

However, that simple longing did make it hard for him to send his last letter to her. He'd known that his health was on the decline, and that remission didn't seem likely this time around. They'd simply tried everything, and besides, he'd long outlasted the first predicted survival rate he'd been given, and the next, and the next. But, he'd been lucky three times, and somehow, he just did not have a good feeling about this time. Despite how hurt it had made her when he'd replied to That Letter when she'd asked him out, he knew not to hope for that kind of luck, and despite the rage she'd sent in her next letter he'd known it was the right choice. Just like how, even with his hesitation before to tell her about this, he knew it was the right choice as well. So, as his Death Date approached, he took the chance and let her know at the end of his letter, 'P.S. Cancer sucks.'

His family was the next to message Elizaveta and respond to the hordes of letters, and even emails, that had piled up since he'd passed on to tell her the news.


Just a short drabble. Do you guys like Hungary x Canada?

Please review!

Hugs and Wuvs

North of the North