Thanks to animeotaku72, Binxx, cherryfeather101, DeathbladeMeister, Rosemary1234, Michelle and Calistrophia for reviewing.
So, I reconsidered the whole 'update-every-five-weeks' thing. I'll try to post a new pairing every Saturday, but unlike my other stories, I don't have any pre-written chapters, so if I have a particularly busy week, there's a chance that I might not be able to update.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
ThaiCan: Sticky Notes
Kasem and Matthew were the best of friends. They had been friends since they were in kindergarten, and through all the years, their friendship remained strong, even as they both moved out of their respective parents' home and moved into a small one-storey house together while they both attended university.
But then came the day that Kasem had been caught in the rain, and a car couldn't see him.
Kasem had died, leaving Matthew alone.
…
Matthew had gone into a depression without Kasem. Kasem was not only his best friend, but also the person that he loved.
Yes, Matthew had realised his feelings for his best friend about a year ago, but he was unsure about the other's feelings for him, so kept quiet. He wished he'd told Kasem about his feelings. It would have brought him closure, and he wouldn't have to wonder about how the other felt about him.
Matthew then promised himself that he would never forget a single detail about his friend.
He had bought a large pad of sticky notes, and had proceeded to write different things which made Kasem, Kasem.
He loves Pad Thai… He always speaks politely and formally… He treasures his friends and family… His food is either really sweet, really spicy or really hot… He completely devotes himself to his work… He has a verbal tic, ana… He can be really absent-minded… He loves his stuffed elephant, Toto…
Matthew's mouth twitched with the last one. Toto was a Christmas present from him, just like his own stuffed polar bear, Kuma, was a gift from Kasem. They both laughed when they saw the other's gift. But both cherished their gifts, and Toto was still in the room that used to belong to Kasem.
As Matthew continued to write, he stuck them each against the walls. Soon enough, the entire house was covered in sticky notes.
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It was six months after the death of Kasem, and Matthew had been attending class, as usual. That was when they had received a tornado warning. They had gone to the sub-levels, where it was safer.
Matthew was afraid, worried for his home that he had shared with his best friend, who he had loved. He hoped that their house was still intact.
…
It wasn't.
Matthew stared in horror at the wreckage that used to be their house. Sticky notes were drifting around, and he happened to catch one.
It was blank.
Frowning, he walked closer towards the wreckage, catching more and more sticky notes, each of them blank. He carefully made his way through the wreckage, until he arrived at the very centre. And he couldn't believe his eyes.
Lying in the middle of what used to be their house, lay Kasem. And Matthew felt the tears sting his eyes, for Kasem's chest was moving. He had died six months ago, to the day, in fact, but there he was, unconscious but very much alive.
But that wasn't the strangest thing.
As Matthew stepped closer, he saw words in his handwriting, written all over Kasem's body. He recognised them from the sticky notes.
He loves Pad Thai… He always speaks politely and formally… He treasures his friends and family… His food is either really sweet, really spicy or really hot… He completely devotes himself to his work… He has a verbal tic, ana… He can be really absent-minded… He loves his stuffed elephant, Toto…
Matthew sobbed, sinking down as he took his friend's unconscious body in a hug. He didn't know how it was possible, but he didn't care.
As soon as the Thai awoke, Matthew would tell him about his feelings. If he had received a second chance, then there was no way that he would let it go by once again.
This was the original prompt: "After Person B's death, Person A covers the walls of their home with sticky notes describing Person B's characteristics. Person A had never mustered the courage to tell Person B that they loved 'em and is now terrified of forgetting a single attribute of their beloved best friend. About 6 months after Person B's death a tornado hits their little house. The next morning when Person A returns to the rubble all the sticky notes are blowing through the air without a word on them. Laying there, in the middle of the demolished house is Person B, unconscious but very much alive, with Person A's words inked all over their body."
And I'm still getting used to writing anything romantic. If you look at all my past stories, you'll see a lot of angst and hurt/comfort, and every now and again you'll see humour. This is new territory for me, so there's a chance that I can't really write the pairings convincingly. Just give it time.