His eyes
30 Nov 18
Here's a super short little fic for you all. Well, I made it with Franada in mind. However, it could really be Canada x anyone as I literally never identified the other character in this story. Lol. Annnnd I'm really stuck with trying to think up a Cuba x Canada for the poll pairing requestssssss soooooo here~
If you haven't noticed, none of my stories are set in the same universe.
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*Carlos/Cuba's POV*
And his breath caught again for the same reason that it had the last time and the time before that.
His eyes …he was in love with them.
Nothing could amount to the wonder and pure joy he felt to be able to hold his lover close and stare into their eyes.
Nothing could amount to the happiness he felt, without fail, when his lover, the love of his life, opened his eyes in the morning and smiled at him softly.
Or the times when he caught his gaze at work, in their political meetings, and they could communicate a joke about what was happening with barely any hint to anyone else about what may have happened…beyond suspicions that their quiet and suppressed chuckles or grins they try to hide as they turn away must be linked to some inner joke of theirs.
Never tiring of seeing each other. Never wanting to look away.
Wanting to stare forever into violet-hued depths.
That was love.
This was happiness.
This was love, to him, at least.