Another quick PruCan drabble. I'm interested actually - should I focus on the forbidden aspect of the relationships (Corruption, Maybe) or just write more psychological (longer) fics like Falling or Subtle? If you've read any of my other fics, you should know what I mean.
In other news, if any of you feel particularly bored, feel free to PM me one word - it could be anything - and I'll base a drabble around that word with one of my favorite pairings - or a pairing of your choice.
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Chiaroscuro:
n. a style in art characterized by a dynamic contrast of light and dark.
They were polar opposites. Prussia was dark, and Canada was light. Prussia was a sinner, and Canada was an angel. Prussia was loud, obnoxious, and Canada was shy and polite. They never really agreed on anything, and yet they loved each other. Their contrast created passionate depth and volume in their relationship, and highlighted the small moments in the midst of darkness. When Prussia's darkness threatened to consume him, Canada's light warded it off. Dark subjects were lit, illuminated by a small sliver of light that Prussia loved so much. Canada's light was so innocent, divine, even. Prussia felt horrible – he was horrible for loving Canada, and if he ever stopped to listen to the jeers and screams of their harassers, he would probably find that many others agreed with him. He was unnatural, they said, demonic. His eyes were red, his skin pale. He had fallen for an angel, and with every kiss, every touch, Prussia could practically see the feathers dropping from his love's disappearing wings. But their contrast could also create scenes of stillness and calm – Canada falling asleep on Prussia's shoulder, holding hands while staring up at the stars. Sometimes, Prussia thought, while he stared up at the sky, were they condemned? Were they really destined for fire and brimstone and eternal torment, like his beliefs had taught him? Prussia had always brushed off the thoughts – as he did now – and decided to focus on happier things – their future, perhaps – and turned his mind away from the dark thoughts, filing them away mentally and locking it, pocketing the key. One day, he thought, he would delve into those thoughts.
Just not today.