Disclaimer: Seriously, guys? Of course I don't own Kingdom hearts or any characters/places associated with it. If I owned it, this wouldn't be fanfiction. They belong to square enix and Disney, you all know that.

When one creates a false girlfriend/boyfriend, the excuse "(s)he lives in Canada" was dramatically overused in the last generation. But what if you really did have a girlfriend/boyfriend in Canada? What if your friends didn't believe you when you told them?

Name Disclaimer: These last names were created of my own imagination, if you find any name similarities, it's purely coincidence.

These have been sitting on my computer for weeks; I was just too lazy to upload them… Chapter 2 currently in progress!

Roxas's relationship with Marly is defined better in chapter 2, so don't ask me to elaborate on it.

ON TO THE STORY!

Prologue

Chocolate Kisses

Axel smiled as he pulled away slightly. The blonde smiled back at him, but Axel saw sadness in the other's blue eyes.

"Tastes like chocolate," he whispered, mouth not even 5 centimeters from his boyfriend's. Said boyfriend shifted in Axel's lap so they were a normal speaking distance apart.

"You always say that," the blonde laughed.

"That's because you always taste like chocolate," Axel shrugged. He suddenly became sad and stared off, trying not to let his sadness show on his features. He didn't want to leave this place. He didn't want to lose the always-present taste of chocolate in his mouth, and he certainly didn't want to lose the person who gave him that taste.

A feeling of warmth on his cheek ended his thinking abruptly. He turned to his left.

"Are you okay?" Roxas asked. He hoped Axel wasn't sick. He only had a few more days with the redhead before Axel would be leaving the country entirely.

"I don't want to leave," Axel answered, tightening his hold on Roxas's waist slightly. Roxas leaned his head back, resting it on Axel's shoulder.

"Are you sure I can't come with you?" Roxas mumbled into Axel's neck.

"I'm sorry," was all Axel said. Roxas nodded.

"Hey, let's go see Marly!" Roxas chirped.

"Why?" Axel asked, raising an eyebrow. He was confused, but followed the suddenly energetic blonde.

"Because he'll know what to do!" Roxas said as though it was the most obvious thing.

Axel shrugged and followed the blonde down to The Village. They walked through the door of one of the cafés and sat down. A man with feathered pink hair walked over to them.

"Hello, boys!" the man said. Roxas gave the man a small sad smile. Axel's cell phone rang, and he sighed. He kissed the blonde sweetly. He brushed the tears out of Roxas's eyes.

"I'll come back, Rox," Axel whispered in the blonde's ear. "I promise."

Roxas nodded and watched as Axel walked out of the door and out of his life. He would probably never see the redhead again, and it saddened him. Axel wasn't just leaving Toronto. He wasn't just leaving Ontario. He was leaving Canada altogether. Roxas was going to be alone again. He could feel the tears coming again. How many times had he cried today? This was at least the second time. He thought Axel wasn't leaving for a few days. If he'd known Axel was going to leave early, he wouldn't have insisted on going to school. He felt Marly's hand on his shoulder. His "second father" understood him better than his real father had. Roxas wasn't like most kids, he knew that. Everyone that knew Marly knew Roxas wasn't normal.

"He'll be back… right?" Roxas asked, looking up at Marly with tears in his eyes.

"Of course he will, Rox. You just wait, I'm sure he'll be back soon. And I know for a fact he'll call you all the time." Marly smiled, an attempt to stop his "son's" tears. He hated seeing Roxas sad, and there was nothing he could do about it. Nobody could do a thing. Not him, not Roxas, not even Axel. This was out of anyone's hands.

"It'll be okay, Rox, it'll be okay." The blonde nodded, but he still cried. Even with Marly there, he felt alone. His own brother didn't care about him, his parents weren't around, and his boyfriend would soon be in another country. All Roxas had was Marly. He thought back to when he'd first met the redhead.

Roxas walked down the street, bored out of his mind as usual. Marly was working, so he was alone for the day. He'd deciding on taking a walk.

"Excuse me, could ya tell me how to get to the-," The stranger started. Roxas, picking up on the strange accent, turned around.

"Je ne parle pas anglais," Roxas said sarcastically. He loved Canada. You could speak French and all the tourists thought it was so amazing.

"Excuse me?" The tourist asked, confused. Roxas laughed.

"Just kidding, where are you going?" Roxas held out his hand, and the boy handed him the paper.

"Got no idea where I'm goin'," the boy said sheepishly.

"I noticed," Roxas laughed. "I'll take you there. Follow me." Roxas noticed the boy staring at him. This strange kid with searching, catlike jade green eyes and red hair that seemed to have a mind of its own. After they reached the hotel, Roxas went to turn around but was stopped by the redhead.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Roxas," Roxas answered.

"Thanks for helpin' me out, Roxas. I'm Axel."

"Nice to meet you, Axel. Profitez de votre séjour," Roxas smiled, walking away and waving.

Author's Note: Yes, I know it was short. It was a prologue, were you expecting different? And I recommend visiting the Village in Toronto if you never have. Corner of Queen Street and Church Street if that helps.