Shinigami-cat: Well I hope you all like this. My exams are now done and I'm happy! The song used is White Balloons by Sick Puppies… I OWN NOTHING!
I'm On A Boat
Gilbert ran to the side of the boat and hurled. They weren't even out of the harbour yet and he had already vomited twice. Sadly, his stomach was still churning, "Kill me…" He groaned.
Canada sighed and gently rubbed Gilbert's back, "You weren't kidding, were you?"
Gilbert glared at Canada with sunken eyes, "Why would I joke about this?" He felt bile start to bubble up in the back of his throat again. He shoved his face over the side of the boat and puked, even though he had nothing left in his stomach, "I hate my life…" He moaned.
Canada smiled and patted Gilbert's back, "Look at it this way- you can't vomit if you have nothing in you."
"I think I spewed my stomach lining."
Canada looked over the side of the boat and frowned at the transparent, yellow goo floating on the water's surface, "Okay, now you can't throw up anything else."
"I'm pretty sure I could vomit my stomach if I tried." groaned Gilbert. He couldn't stand on his own legs anymore, they were shaking horribly and he was only just supporting himself with his arms. Canada sighed and picked up Gilbert bridal style, "What the hell are you doing?" cried Gilbert.
"I'm taking you to our cabin, so to speak." said Canada, "Well, it's more like a room with a pile of sheets in the corner." Gilbert nodded and leaned into Canada. It felt nice to be held in his arms. It felt nice to be held when you're sick.
He sighed contently and closed his eyes, "I still feel like crap."
Canada chuckled, "You look like crap."
"Shut up or I'll puke on you." grumbled Gilbert half-heartedly.
Canada smiled and walked to their cabin. It was pretty bad accommodation. There was a small pile of sheets in one corner, a bucket in another corner, walls stained with rust, floor covered in dirt and it was really cramped. He carefully placed Gilbert on the sheets and put the bucket next to his head, "Just in case you're sick later." He said.
Gilbert nodded and let himself go limp, "Thanks."
Canada nodded and sat next to him. He sighed and gently hummed to himself. It was a soft gentle tune, different from that creepy lullaby he usually hummed to himself. Gilbert tried to concentrate on the melody to distract himself from his violently churning stomach.
Unfortunately, the waves slowly began to beat harder against the boat. Gilbert's eyes went wide and he jumped up to grab the bucket. He tried to vomit, but he couldn't. He ended up dry heaving for about three minutes before he gave up, "Fucking sea."
Canada gently moved some hair out of Gilbert's eyes as he took the bucket away, "Maybe you should try going to sleep? We'll be there in a few hours."
Gilbert wrapped his arms around his stomach and shivered as he felt his stomach quiver, "I can't sleep."
Canada thought for a second before pulling Gilbert over so his head was on his lap, "Don't move me so quickly." groaned Gilbert, "What the hell are you doing anyway?"
Canada shrugged and gently ran his fingers through Gilbert's hair, "When I was little, France used to do this to make me feel better. I thought it might work. Are you uncomfortable?"
"If I move, I think I'll vomit again." deadpanned Gilbert.
"Sorry." muttered Canada. After that, they were silent. The only sounds were the sea and the creaks of the boat. Gilbert's stomach started quivering again and he felt like he was on the verge of spewing. After a while, Canada started to hum again.
Gilbert looked up at Canada, "What song are you humming? It's not something depressing like that other one, is it?"
Canada chuckled and brushed some hair behind his ear, "It's nothing like that… Do you want to hear it?"
"Anything to distract me." said Gilbert.
Canada smiled and started to softly sing.
"I'm holding on to white balloons
Up against a sky of doom
Tell me you see themCause what's inside of me
Is invisible to most
Even in clear viewI'm sending out a signal to
The possibility of youCause right at this moment
I know you're connected to a part of me
That I don't even know myselfThe changes in me
Are likely to be like the weather
Stormy and clear
Strength interfere bound together..."
As Canada sang, he closed his eyes and gently ran his fingers through Gilbert's hair. It was really soothing. Gilbert liked Canada when he sang like that. It just seemed so natural the way the words fell from his lips. He closed his eyes and let Canada's words lull him away from reality.
"But I'll break my silence
If I believe that you and me
Could ever be more than just
What's been behind usI tried and left
I came and went
I got rejected out again
But no one believes me
I've worn a hundred faces of
The character of placements
And now nobody sees meThe changes in me
Are likely to be
Like the weather
Cloudy at bestAngels lift me
Are you with me?
I'm holding onto you
Like I'm holding on to white balloonsCarry me away
I hope that you don't break..."
Gilbert couldn't help but feel a little drowsy. He could feel him losing his grip on reality and start to drift into his subconscious. The quivering in his stomach had eased.
"Angels lift me
Are you with me?
I'm holding onto you
Like I'm holding on to white balloonsCarry me away
I hope that don't break
I hope that don't breakDon't break.Cause what's inside of me
Is invisible to most
Even in clear view"
Once he had finished singing, Canada stopped running his fingers through Gilbert's hair. Again, the room was filled with the sound of the creaking boat and the growl of the sea.
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The lack of rocking was the first thing that brought Gilbert out of his sleep, the second thing that woke him up was the fact that there was something warm under and around his torso. He slowly opened one eye cautiously and looked around. He was relieved that he was still in the same cabin as he was when he fell asleep, but when he looked down at what he was on both of his eyes snapped open in shock.
Somehow during the night, he had ended up lying entirely on top of Canada and Canada's arms were wrapped protectively around him. Gilbert's face went bright red with embarrassment. 'How the hell am I going to get out of here without waking him up?'
Slowly, Gilbert tried to pull himself out from under Canada's arms, but as soon as he moved, Canada's grip tightened. Gilbert frowned. If the subtle approach wasn't going to work he would have to try something a little more direct...
"WAKE UP!"
Immediately, Canada's eyes shot open and he jumped up, dropping Gilbert back into his lap in the process. He looked down at Gilbert and chuckled nervously, "Um… Feeling better, Gilbert?"
Gilbert growled and got out of Canada's lap, "Why the hell were you hugging me in your sleep?"
Canada scratched the back of his head and shrugged, "Um… I didn't mean to? Oh, the boat's stopped moving. We must have arrived." He quickly got up and walked outside. Gilbert face palmed and followed Canada outside.
Gilbert couldn't tell what time it was, but he could assume it was midnight from the positioning of the moon. He walked over to the side of the ship where Canada was talking to the captain, "Good luck out there, boy." Said the man, "You and that kid brother of yours aren't going to survive long out there."
Canada chuckled, "He's not my brother. He's not even related to me."
The man raised an eyebrow, "Really? It's just odd to see someone look after someone who isn't related to them at all. Is he a family friend?"
"You could say that." said Canada, "Good luck with whatever it is you do." He swung his legs over the side of the boat and jumped off. His shoes crunched against the rocky beach below his feet.
Gilbert quickly walked over to the side of the boat and jumped down to where Canada was. He felt so much better now that his feet were on dry land, "I'm never getting on a boat again."
"Hopefully you won't have to." said Canada. He waved goodbye one last time to the captain before they started walking again.
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After an hour, they stopped in the ruins of a coastal town. They shared a loaf of instant bread as they thought about where to go next. Gilbert had suggested London, but Canada had shot down that idea. When Hunter started to attack, he destroyed all major cities, reducing them to rubble, "The best place to go to would be Kirkland manor."
Gilbert raised an eyebrow, "Kirkland? I used to know a guy back in my world called Arthur Kirkland. He had the biggest eyebrows in the world."
Canada chuckled, "Yeah, well, like all countries, we have human names. Mainly because it's unusual to be called England or Russia or New Zealand. Kirkland's just England's human last name. But with the world the way it is now, no one cares what your name is anymore."
Gilbert nodded, "I see… So, what's your human name?"
Canada shrugged, "It's not important." He started walking again, "No one calls me by my human name, anyway." Gilbert frowned, but decided not to press the matter any further. They still had a long way to go, but at least it wasn't that far anymore.
TBC
Shinigami-cat: Well I hope you all liked it. Please review!