Guess who decided to de-anon for this one~
I did~XD
Hope you guys enjoy~
And the titles belong to Webber. the Characters belong to Hidekayaz. And the plot theme belongs to the OP~
"Go away," the words are empty, void of emotion, but he does not shudder. He ignores the command and enters. The blank blue bedsheets are lumpy. The American is curled up underneath them. He sits down on the bed and puts his hand on the lump.
"I never thanked you for coming to my games," The lump makes a choked sound, "I am sorry for not seeing you. Can you forgive me?"
""s'not like you care…" He stills. How can America say that? Of course he cares. He cares every time America makes a mistake. It costs so much for all those stupid plots and pranks and… Oh. He wonders when he lost sight of the real America, "Now you see… Go away Canada. Be happy. You're the Good Child of the Americas."
"That's not-" a sharp bark of laughter interrupts.
"I have to pretend to be you to even be treated with a modicum of respect," the tone is soft, but there is a seething anger beneath it. The passive-aggressive side of him is impressed, "I can't drink tea because America doesn't drink tea. I can't be calm because America is the hyper one. I have to hide behind a mask to be allowed to take pleasure in other countries. You get to walk around freely and be treated like a fucking prince because Canada's the fucking Good boy. GO away little Prince. Let me wallow in peace."
He stands and leaves. Because he's the obedient one. But he wonders. How long until he can see both sides and recognize them? He had never known his brother watched his games. But he had never questioned the man in the red hooded sweater that had come to every one of his games since the sport had been invented…