If you're reading this right now, obviously you've been reading through all those little stories preceding this. And because of that, I thank you so much for giving time to this. *hugs*
Here's chapter four. I have to admit, though, that it may not be the best. Sorry about that.
Still, I hope you like it. :)
"Adore" - Paramore
If I let you love me, be the one adored, would you go all the way?
To have people pass you by without even acknowledging your presence… Canada understood perfectly well how that felt.
Was it that hard to see him? Was it that difficult to distinguish him from his brother America? Was it troublesome to have his opinions stated during the meetings?
Canada felt hopeless.
Until he came along.
Netherlands approached the western nation very casually, greeting him when they were at a conference.
It took the Canadian by surprise, as very few countries ever got to know it was he himself and not America.
The friendship grew and it wasn't long before Netherlands confessed.
"You know, I really like you a lot, Canada."
Canada knew that the Dutchman was sincere, but he just had to make sure. "You might get tired of me and leave."
"I never planned on doing that."
And I don't want to let this go…
There's Cantherlands! One of my favorite pairings. LOL. :)
Thanks again for reading. I hope you don't get tired of me saying that at the end of every chapter!
Please R&R. Take care. :)