Tell Me A Story
Chapter 4: Holding On
Couples: PruCan, FrUk, and GerIta

~~~ (Canada's P.O.V.)

I haven't heard from Gilbert in a little over a week. I was still confused. I went about my daily chores as more of a zombie than a ghost. It seemed so simple yet complex. I threw a chair across the room in a blind anger.

"I'm so fed up of being forgotten!" I screamed as it clattered. I dropped to my knees, my hands on my face. I finally made a friend, and they're gone just like that. Why did this happen to me? I didn't do anything to deserve this.

"You've finally broke, huh?" a voice asked beside me. I looked up and saw Kuma in front of me.

"I'm surprised you remember me," I said bitterly. Kuma shrugged. He crawled away, and I sat up against the fridge. I was making such a big fuss about this, when in reality, it probably didn't mean anything to Gilbert. He probably had tons of friends, tons of people to go to. So why was I so bent out of shape over this?

"Can you make some pancakes?" Kuma asked me. I sighed and got up.

"You only remember me because I fed you, huh?" Kuma shrugged and sat at the table. I began to mix together the ingredients. It was silent other than the pancakes cooking.

"You should go talk to him," Kuma said softly. I nodded. I should've done that a week ago.

I rang the doorbell to Gilbert and Germany's house. I felt awkward being here, but it must be done. My feet were shuffling under me, and I bit my lip. Germany answered.

"Who are you?" he asked, bewildered.

"I'm Canada!" I said softly.

"Oh, Gilbert was talking about you earlier." He looked me up and down. "You don't seem to be as beautiful as he says."

"Gee, thanks. Can I see him?" I asked, getting impatient. Ludwig shrugged and stepped aside letting me in.

"He's probably in his room. Upstairs, third door on your right." I nodded and followed Ludwig's directions. I knocked softly on his door, and he answered almost immediately.

"West, I already s-" Gilbert stopped mid-sentence when he saw me there instead. He hugged me close to him. "Matthew, is it really you?" I nodded.

~~~ (Gilbert's P.O.V)

"I'm so sorry about what happened. I overreacted, I'm so sorry," I whispered to Matthew. I felt him pushing me away. "Sorry," I said once more. I walked into my room, and flopped down onto my bed.

"It's okay, Gil. Don't worry," Matthew said softly, and sat up on the bed next to me. I smiled at him.

"Yeah, but that was so unawesome to do to the awesome you."

"I'm not awesome," Matthew said softly. I sat up instantly, and looked him in the eyes.

"Just because people ignore you does not mean you're unawesome," I whispered, cupping his cheek gently. "I can't see how they ignore you when you have eyes like that." I saw the blush forming on Matthew's cheek. I pulled him closer to me, and kissed him softly. I felt my heart soar when he kissed back. When I pulled away, I laid down again, pulling Matthew with me.

"Is it okay for me to call you birdie?"

"Yeah," Matthew whispered, cuddling into my side. "Sorry I snapped at you about that," he added.

"Don't worry, my awesome self forgives you." Matthew looked up at me and kissed my cheek.

"Good. I don't know what I would've done if you didn't," he dramatically claimed. It was quiet for a while; we both were lost in our thoughts.

"Let's go do something," I said and stood up. I offered a hand to him. When he was up, I hugged him close. A second later, I was bounding down the stairs, and telling West I was going out. I saw him smile softly at Matthew.

"He's mine, stick to the Italian," I hissed, pulling Matthew close, and kissing his forehead. Germany smiled softly, and I dragged Matthew out to my car.