A/N: YESSSSS.
Thanks to Mikatsuki-no-Arashi, a happy ending has been added. This is for Your Star by Evanescence, and the POV is more Canada-centric. But yeah, this is for you. :)
And to my anonymous reviewer: Here's the 'more' you'd 'LOVE to see'. I don't understand how you couldn't get it... Basically America is losing Canada and he tries to help, but Canada gets pissed off and leaves. It was implied character death, but the implications have been flushed down a proverbial toilet at this point.
Thank you two for your awesome reviews.
Also, I couldn't stand to leave Kumajirou out of the story, so I added his brief apppearance. :) After they started making out though, he kinda left. Either that or he took pictures for his real master, Hungary. Meh, I'll leave his whereabouts to the readers' imaginations.
Same disclaimer applies: I don't own APH, Evanescence, or this song.
Waring: I added a heavy incestual makeout scene. Be WARNED.
I can't see your star.
I can't see your star.
Though I patiently waited, bedside, for the death of today
I can't see your star.
The mechanical lights of Lisbon frightened it away.
Canada hadn't seen America since he walked out of his brother's house. He hadn't even seen one star of the American flag. He waited and waited, hoping that his brother would come after him. If America had truly meant what he said, if he really loved him, he would have gone after Canada. He waited and waited, but America never showed.
And I'm alone now
Me and all I stood for.
We're wandering now.
All in parts and pieces, swim lonely, find your own way out.
He was truly alone. All he had left was his people, what he stood for. They were all wandering around aimlessly, wondering the same thing that Canada wondered. Canada was in pieces, completely lonely, forced to find his own way out. And he wondered why. Where was America?
I can't see your star.
I can't see your star.
How can the darkness feel so wrong?
Canada had always loved the dark, but whenever he looked into the sky as of late it seemed as if every star had vanished. Like they were trying to remind him of the fact that his star was gone. America was gone from his life. Why? How could darkness suddenly feel wrong to him?
So far away.
It's growing colder without your love.
Why can't you feel me calling your name?
Can't break the silence,
It's breaking me.
They were so close; neighbors, north and south. And yet, they were so far away from each other. Canada was always a cold place, but it seemed that without America there to warm his heart, to love him, he was growing somehow colder. They used to be able to feel the presence of the other in their heads, but it seemed America couldn't even feel the way his twin was desperately calling his name. But he said it silently, for the silence refused to be broken. It was slowly shattering him.
All my fears turn to rage.
And just like that, instead of fearing his loss of the one he truly loved, he felt rage.
Now, I have nothing worth fighting for.
We're wandering now
All in parts and pieces, swim lonely,
find your own way out
Just as Canada felt that he had nothing left worth fighting for, just as he felt it was pointless to go on, he saw the familiar sight of a star outside his window.
"Matthew!" America gasped. "Where the hell have you been?"
"Where have I been?!" Canada repeated incredulously. "Where have you been?"
"I was waiting for you to come back, because I knew that you were so mad at me, and if I went after you you'd only be angrier. But you never did. And the longer I went without you, the worse I felt. I can't live without you!"
"Oh, you say that now," said Canada. "But what about all that time you never even tried to call? There's a difference between waiting for me to blow off steam and fucking abandoning me!"
"Matt," America said, voice cracking, and Canada knew that he would lose this battle. "Please. I love you. I need you."
"Prove it," he said quietly, holding his bear closely to his chest.
"You want me to prove it?" America asked. Canada nodded, and America said, "Alright."
And then they shared the most passionate kiss you could possibly imagine.
America pressed his lips to Canada's and Canada, after a few seconds' hesitation, kissed back. They wrapped their arms around each other to press as close as possible, because neither wanted to break apart ever again. Slowly, America ran his tongue over his brother's lips and Canada opened his mouth quickly and eagerly. He bit down on Canada's tongue gently, sucking it for a second, and caused Canada to moan quietly. Their tongues played together, and they were caught in their ferocious liplock until dizziness broke them apart. The two still stayed close together, breathing heavily on each other's faces.
"I would do anything for you," America said. "I would even burn down my own capital or give up hamburgers forever if you wanted me to. I love you, Matthew."
And from then on, they never wandered alone. Neither had to find his own way out, they never swam lonely. Because they were always together.
And darkness never felt more right.