To Cinnominbubble9. Her headcanon: Bangladesh has been shunned by India and has been taken in by Canada.
Man, sorry this took forever!
-RMS
"I still don't understand what happened."
This phrase was said in a shocked, confused tone. A young Middle Eastern woman sat in a cozy living room together with a patient Canadian man. The woman was Bangladesh and the man listening to her tale was her half-brother Canada.
Bangladesh stared into the hot chocolate her dear brother made for her. For once she was happy that she had been taken in by England, or else she would have no real reason to visit the blonde man; no reason at all except for her troubles.
Canada had placed his own mug down quite a time ago. Now he was leaned forward, elbows placed upon his knees while his fingers were interlocked. His brow was crinkled in concentration as Bangladesh spoke of their sibling.
Bangladesh sighed into her cooled drink. "After everything that's happened between us, you'd think India would protect me like before, not do... this." What Bangladesh referred to was an old war between herself and Pakistan. India knew his sister was in trouble and helped out in the end. Yet, now...
It was Canada, this time, who sighed. "I don't know what to say. I doubt anything I could do would make this situation any better. Perhaps a little less bittersweet, but even that is a stretch." Bangladesh shook her head with a rueful smile. She always liked Canada's straightforwardness in tense situations. Always blunt and to the point; Bangladesh couldn't remember a time her blonde brother tried to soften a blow. It just wasn't like him to beat around the bush.
"There is, however, one thing I could do."
Bangladesh raised her head. "Oh, and what is that?" Bangladesh, for all her good intentions, didn't think Canada really had anything. She was shunned by family and one of the closest, both in geography and relations. But, Canada did have something.
"You could always stay here."
Bangladesh stopped and did not breathe. She moved only her eyes to see the man before her now leaning back on the seat he sat upon, arms resting at the back of it. He looked composed with his legs crossed and his stare unwavering. Bangladesh did not know how to react. So, she just did the first thing her mind came up with. She straightened her back and placed her drink down. She folded her hands in her lap and met Canada's gaze.
She said, "Yes."