Modern

Colombia was already bored. He had never liked world meetings; they bored him when they were talking about little things, and when they talked about tragic things, it weighed on him all day.

On top of that, depending on the organization, he might sit near Mexico. He was not prepared to sit next to the man who he occasionally had sex with and nothing more. Sitting together would require conversations that he was in no mood to have.

Everyone thought he was a fool for his feelings for Mexico. But, he knew it wasn't so simple. An addict could know how unhealthy their drug of choice was but still find themselves going back to it. He hated that it felt good in the moment to choose Mexico, but that didn't stop him. He did not want to sit next to that temptation. He did not like world meetings at all.

As he stared at the other seats, he was already hoping that this would be over soon. He was so busy thinking about how he would rather be anywhere but here that he did not notice when Peru sat next to him until the other man started speaking, "Good morning. You know, I ran into this little fruit stand and it smelled so nice that I couldn't help but buy some."

Colombia turned to look at him. Now that it was brought to his attention, he could smell the aroma of freshly cut mango. He had already had his usual breakfast, but the idea of fresh fruit was so tempting. It was a little pleasure of his when he was home to find the best fruit.

Peru continued, "And I thought that if I enjoy this, then I have to buy some for you."

With that, he placed a container of fruit on the table in front of Colombia. He slowly realized that this was for him. He had thought that this had just been small talk, not a serious offer. He had to question it, because he had expected nothing kind from anyone today. He said, "You mean this is for me?"

Peru pushed the fruit closer to him and said, "Yes, it is." Colombia looked down at it and paused for only a moment before deciding to pick up a piece of pink fruit with his fingers. He put it in his mouth and the taste made him smile. He so enjoyed the light, sweet, refreshing taste of something so fresh.

He said, "Mmmm….Guava is my favorite." He caught Peru's eye and hoped he understood how grateful he was.
Peru said, "Oh? It's your favorite food? I have no idea. What a coincidence that I would find some on the way here."

In case his tone was not enough to solidify his intention, he added a wink that looked like it did not come easily to him. He was so cute when he was trying to act smooth, but somehow failed and just came across as genuine. It was like he read a book about how to be charming, but always came back to his own compassion.

Colombia picked up a piece of mango and before he put it into his mouth, he said, "Thank you. You didn't have to."
Peru's eyes were so soft and sweet as he said, "I didn't have to, but you don't like being here. So, I thought you could use something nice."

Colombia sucked the juice from the piece of mango from his fingers. He could not imagine what he had done to deserve the kind of friend who would get him one of his favorite things on a whim. It was so sweet and he couldn't help but smile at how wonderfully supportive Peru was. He said, "You've made my day better already."

Peru inched his hand towards his, and Colombia's heart skipped a beat when he thought that they might hold hands. It could be so nice.

As Peru met his eyes, Panama pulled out the chair on his other side loudly. Panama said, "Good morning. You're early. Oh, fruit!"

Panama leaned over and took one of the pieces of mango. Colombia turned to him sharply and reproached, "Hey! That's mine!"

Panama's eyes flitted from his brother's offended face to Peru. He said, his mouth still full of mango, "What? Was I interrupting something?"