Canada's PoV
"Seychelles!" I call after my sister as she runs out. I stand up quickly before she leaves and think about following her. But I decide against it.
I fall backwards onto the bed and lie there.
I am such an idiot sometimes...
Seychelles's PoV
I run out the room, not daring to look back. I hear Canada call my name and I hear the sorrow in his voice but I still don't look back.
I run to my bedroom just across from Canada's and throw myself on my bed. I bury my face in my pillow.
It's so soft. Brings me back. Back to the past, when Canada and I first met... He was so timid unlike me, who was so abrupt! When we finally grew up, we started spending less and less time together. One of the times we did meet though, I was upset. I can't remember what about. All I remember is that I hid myself in this very room, crying my eyes out. Canada came here and listened to me, comforted me, made me feel better. He stayed until I stopped crying. But this time, it's his fault I'm crying.
That's when I finally realize I have soaked my pillow with my tears.
My poor pillow! What did it do to me to deserve this?
I laugh quietly at the thought. My white pillow case is completely soaked. I get under my blue duvet, secretly hoping Canada will come to comfort me just like he always did. But I know he won't, yet I still wish he will.
Canada's PoV
I lie on my bed for who knows how long, just thinking. Nothing else.
I should go apologize... Or would that make this worse? Would talking to Papa France help?
After a long time of debating with myself inside my head, I finally decide to talk to France.
Seychelles's PoV
I hear a door open and then close, closely followed by footsteps. They are obviously Canada's. I hear them head this way and stop. There's silence for a few seconds before the foot steps continue.
Please be heading this way. Please come here, Canada.
Instead, I hear them downstairs and my heart shatters like a fragile crystal being dropped.
Why didn't he come here?