Migraines
Chapter 3
America walked toward his boyfriend in long legged strides. He was moving so fast his guards had a hard time keeping up. He spotted Canada and waved enthusiastically and smiled his cheeriest smile. Canada sighed in relief. He jogged up to America.
"I'm so happy to see you looking so well!" Canada waved and stopped. America lifted him up in a powerful hug. It was wonderful to feel his strength again.
"You're feeling better? I'm happy of course, But..."
"I received the best cure for my migraines." Said America as he set Canada down.
"What was it?"
"My boss fired me."
Canada laughed. "He can't do that."
"Shhh, I know that and you, heck all countries know that, but I felt so good after, I didn't want to spoil it. Besides..." America laughed, it was a beautiful sound to his boyfriend. "Everyone who gets fired gets to write a book." Laughs. "And writes about how he is an idiot and doesn't even understand, what is common knowledge." Laughs. "Lol I've had 45 bosses and this guy is the most..." America rolls his eyes. Canada puts an arm around his shoulders and invites him inside his house. They settle down on the sofa with some coffee.
"So, you going to write a book?'
"No time. I'm going overseas next."
"Oh."
"Yeah, I tried to talk to my people, but I didn't get very far. I had more success out West. Helping people with the fires and all."
"That's wonderful."
"And yet. I feel like I should do more. So, I decided to do a world tour. I'll go to our ally countries and talk to the bosses there and try to convince them not to give up on the US."
"Good idea."
"Yeah, I'm starting with your boss. But first. I need a long weekend with my boyfriend."
America wiggled his eyebrows at his boyfriend.
"But t-today is Tuesday."
"Ok, a very long weekend."
ceo
America woke up smiling. They made love on the sofa, ate dinner, and made love again in Canada's bed. I was just what he needed. Not since the Civil War had America felt his life threatened. If he was to come to an end, then what he wanted was to spend as much time as possible with his boyfriend. He sighed. He could smell the food Canada was making downstairs. He was hungry but didn't want to move yet. He sighed again. His recent failures played through his mind. Everyone was sticking to their position no matter how illogical. It was insane, he tried everything he could think of, but the people won't budge. Countries aren't supposed to take sides, but some people on one side, the Minority, wanted to make so many changes, re-write the Constitution even, that he could disappear forever. On one hand, America would take death over his existence in a radically new form. On the other hand, there was Canada.
"Argg! No more moping! Go downstairs and enjoy your time with your boyfriend!"
America jumped out bed, threw on his stars and stripes undies, and covered it up with his robe. America ran downstairs, high fived the guard at the door, and jogged to the kitchen. Canada turned and smiled as he bounded in with energy. He loved America's power and energy, even when it left him sore. America ran to him before he could say a word. America bent him backwards and gave him a passionate kiss.
"Well, good morning to you too." Said Canada. Looks like there will be no time to recover. Luckily, his boyfriend liked his food, so there will be breaks in between love making sessions.
"Good morning, baby." America stood up, still with one arm around Canada. "The food smells great!"
"Thanks, pancakes of course."
"Yum."
"On the side, you can have eggs, bacon, or both."
"Both!"
Canada giggled. He knew America would say that. America sat down, and Canada plated up the food. A giant plate of pancakes with eggs and bacon for him and a more modest plate of pancakes and bacon for Canada. He made plenty of pancakes and they were being kept warm in the oven. They had a fight over whose house produced the best syrup. They agreed to disagreed and both syrups graced the table. America admitted his boyfriend was the best at flipping pancakes. There was also a big pot of coffee. America took his black and Canada set the sugar and French vanilla creamer next to him.
"Oh, wow baby! If I didn't already love you, I would totally fall for you now."
"Thanks love."
Canada loved how easy it was to please him. In the morning light, he got a better look at his boyfriend. There were dark shadows under his eyes and the worry lines deepened in his forehead. Canada thought he saw some grey hairs. Canada saw the same thing during the American Civil War. It happened when a country was threatened with death. There was still hope. There never been such an important election in America's history. Canada wished things will end the way they hoped things end and America could live on.
America sensed he was being watched and saw the look of worry in Canada's eyes. He stopped eating long enough to pat Canada's hand and give a reassuring smile.
"Don't worry. Everything will be fine. I feel it. The people will vote on the right side of history and we will be stronger than ever. You'll see."
"Thank you, America. Your ever-present positivity is appreciated at the moment."
"Yeah, but I'm not entirely sure. The folks on the wrong side of history will not give in so easy. They may be the Minority, but they hold all the power...We will talk later. It's best to not talk of negative things when you're eating."
"You're right. We'll talk later, love."
Canada got up to kiss him. They returned to eating and talking of pleasant things. Canada finished first, he sipped his coffee and petted Kumajirou until America had his fill. They cleaned up together and moved to the sofa again to cuddle. There will be time to talk of their worries but later. Right now, they just needed to indulge in their love.
ceo
8/23/18
Darker and more pollical this time. I feel few people on this site will mind the slant to the left. This is a very dark time in US history. I like to ignore the threats of re-writing the Constitution, and I doubt they would change the name, but what about the world of Hetalia? What causes a Hetalia country to lose his or her life? I believe there is many possibilities people thought of. I think it is likely if the country takes on a completely new form, the old country must fade away and is replaced by a new one. Like the new Germany after the HRE died. This is all speculation and fantasy. The vote on November 6 will change everything one way or another. Sometime afterwards, I may be inspired to write chapter 4. A new stronger but concerned America or a mourning Canada.
Btw I too cured my migraines, by quitting my job.
