Canada x Hungary
The crisp slap of the hand across a face. The slam of the door. A tear falling solemnly down a grief stricken face. The music began again, the sounds that once conveyed now held a profound sadness to her. That face that she had once loved, that strict yet beautiful face was no longer hers. Yes, she would have to leave Austria's house. She hitched her frying pan up higher on her shoulder. She would miss him with all her heart; where would she take sanctuary now since she was no longer under Austria's wing. Who would protect him from the conniving Prussia? The street was crowed, and not one person cared that tears were falling down her face. No one except a young man holding a polar bear. He came over and offered her a clean but worn white handkerchief embroidered with red maple leaves.
"Miss, why are you crying?"
Hungary, for that was her name, quickly wiped her tears away.
"How did you notice my tears among all this confusion?"
The young man sighed sadly, with practice, it seemed.
"I'm used to being ignored, so I notice things that others don't." He scratched the polar behind it's ears and it closed its eyes in pleasure.
"Who are you, you're a country aren't you?"
He smiled his sad little smile.
"I'm Canada."
She blushed, and turned her head in embarrassment.
"I'm sorry, I've never heard of you, are you an American state?"
He shook his head violently and Hungary saw a glimpse of anger that seemed out of place on his handsome face, a face that, maybe, seemed more attractive than him.
"Canada is the country over America; it's about two times bigger."
"I'm sorry, how can I make it up to you?"
She eyed a quaint little coffee shop and grabbed his hand. He seemed a little shock at her vigorous action.
"W-W-What are you doing?"
"Taking you to that coffee shop."
He tentivly followed her ,and sat gingerly down into the chair.
"You're the first person to ever….. sit with me…. And talk."
She took his hand which enveloped her own. He hesitantly stroked her own, smooth hand.
She leaned forward, and he did also. His antenna brushed her face.
"I can't believe I missed your existence."
He answered her with a gentle kiss on her lips; just like a fairy tale it was, perfect.