The small white bear looked up to him with a question in its eyes, no bigger than a medium sized dog with pure white fur like silk. He looked up to the young Canadian man; thin but strong on the lounge chair beside him, asking the question again. "Who are you?"
The man sighs, running his hand through his moderately long sandy blonde hair. "Your owner." He says tiredly, as he has hundreds of times before. When the bear only responds with a quiet "who?" he continues. "The one you live with? The one who feeds you!" The bear turns away.
A small, pudgy yellow bird flutters in, landing on the bear's head. They greet each other by name.
"Hey Gilbird."
"Hey Kumajiro."
The bird had a question in his eyes. He looked up to the young Canadian man; thin but strong on the lounge chair beside him, asking the question again. "Who are you?"
The man sighed, walking over to stare out his kitchen window. He's known these two animals all their lives, but they can never seem to remember his name. They forget him. Every day. Without fail.
He overheard them talking about Gilbert, The self-centered, egotistical, man-who-lives-across-the-street-and-down-a-few-houses, owner of the yellow bird, who was, quote, "Awesome named" after his "awesome self" Gilbird.
The man he loves.
No, he thought, we're just friends. I'm just lonely, he's just nice, and funny, and he remembers me, even when nobody else does, and he's not bad looking, especially in those tight jeans—
"Sounds like more than friends to me, Mon chéri." He looked up, startled, to see his French neighbor at his window. His face turned a bright red as he realized he must have been thinking aloud. Oops. The French man smiled.
"Embrace who you are. You be you, not who everyone says you should be." The Canadian man stumbled for some sort of response, stammering. The French man just smiled again, before turning on his heel, his hair gracefully swinging around is face. He ran to the base of a rainbow, even though it hasn't rained for weeks, and mounting a unicorn behind another man, blond-haired and impatient looking, with the biggest eyebrows you'd ever want to see. The unicorn galloped up the rainbow and out of sight, leaving behind a dumbfounded Canadian man, his bear, his bird and his thoughts.
A/N: Okay. First chapter of the first Fanfiction I've ever written through to the end. :) I actually turned this into a poem, which is why it's written so badly OTL. There are… 5 more parts? I think that's right. They're all better. Bahahaha, they'll be posted whenever I get the time to sit and type them. Who knows when that'll be.
Reviewers get cookies. Not really though. But I might update faster if I get some? :D