Countryhumans, but it's all Africa

🌙 ❝ Someday ❞ || 🇱🇾🇦🇪

~ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ~

⮕ 🇱🇾 Libya; cis male [he/him]

⮕ 🇦🇪 United Arab Emirates; Cis female [she/her] 

~ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 ~

⮕ Throught the oneshot, I shorten United Arab Emirates's name to Unem [for UNited and EMirates] because I felt UAE didn't keep the story flowing as smoothly (no offense to the country name– I just think giving the personifications more human-ish names throughout oneshots keeps the story flowing a bit better and makes the characters seem more like humans than just land-masses).

⮕ I swear, I don't think any of my oneshots have included two African countries 😭

⮕ This is crinnggeeeee 😭, I'm just trying to get stuff out but the stuff I get out is shit and really not interesting.

⮕ Word Count: Only 911

⮕ My Libya has Optic atrophy (nerve damage to the eyes) and is now permanently blind in both eyes. He has retinal detachment type of blindness where his vision is very very blurry and he has black spots/curtains (cover one eye with one hand, then using your other hand put your index finger on the purlicue between your thumb and index finger so it makes a small hole and hold it up to your other eye. That's how he sees.) He also has S5 sarcal nerve damage so his legs and hips do not function.

⮕ Libya cannot function or get around on his own, and Unem takes care of him. This is kinda just a glimpse of what their relationship is like and how Libya feels about her, so it isn't long or complex. 

⮕ I do mention Aphrodite. I mean no disrespect towards her or any of my Greek Mythology fans, the main idea is that he views Unem as the God of Beauty because of how much she does for him (so he sees "beauty" based on personality and not looks. She could be ugly but he'll still find her beautiful because shes kind. You know?)

~ 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐕𝐢𝐞𝐰; 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 [🇱🇾] ~

     Libya sat in his rocking chair, his own arms dangling loosely atop the arms of the chair, and his head being supported by the backing. His heels were pushing up and down as he rocked himself over and over, listening and counting every time the chair swayed forwards then swayed back again. Within the last hour, he has rocked himself nearly 600 times. But that was a rookie number. He could hit 6000 by the end of the day. Possibly 60000. After all, what more does he have to do?

     He can't see. He can't move without support. He can't even eat without somebody needing to be there to keep guard and catch his arm if his muscles decide to go spasm on him. He'd lost that ability so long ago, he can't even remember what life was like when he could do them. Sometimes he thought of dying, but then again, he can't guarantee he would be healed even in death. What if he's still the same– just not on earth anymore? What if he's still suffering, but now he doesn't even have Unem anymore? What if he's still in pain, but with everybody he ever loved stuck in another universe? Why even take the risk?

     The feeling of a hand grazing his shoulder stops him in his rocking and pulls him out of his headspace. It takes him a moment to make out where she is, but once he does, he relays her a small smile. 

     ❝ Unem. ❞

     ❝ Libya, habibi. I have your tea for you. ❞

     ❝ Perfect. May I have a sip? ❞

     ❝ No. ❞ She pauses for a moment, leaving them in an awkward silence. Libya opens his mouth and takes a breath, preparing to speak when he hears her chuckle. ❝ Just kidding. Of course you can. ❞ 

     ❝ That's what I thought. ❞ 

     He opens his mouth to allow her to hold the mug up to his bottom lip and tip some tea into it. He hadn't realized how sore his throat was until he felt the warm liquid cascading down it. 

     ❝ Relax, relax. ❞ he states firmly, pulling his head away and shaking it a bit to get rid of the excess on his lips. ❝ You were feeding me too fast, Unem. I can only drink so much, ❞ he says with a hint of sternness. He's not trying to scold her, but shit, if he's going to die, he doesn't want to die by choking. That just sounds miserable.

     ❝ Sorry, Li. ❞ She giggles. He hears the plate and bottom of the cup collide as she settles the cup back in its spot. Her hand moves to rest on top of his, and despite his initial annoyance at her attempt to choke him, he flips his hand over so he can wrap his fingers around hers. ❝ Do you need anything else? ❞

     ❝ No just... sit here with me. ❞

     ❝ Alright. ❞

     He can't see her, but he can hear her as she settles in the rocking chair beside him. He always preferred the rocking chair she sat in, but he knew it was her favourite too, and the least he could do was provide her with some comfort. Especially after everything she's done for him. ❝ I wish you knew me when I could see. ❞ he speaks after a moment, breaking the silence that sat not uncomfortably around them but not wanted either. ❝ I would've loved for you to see me not miserable and walking and eating on my own... I would've loved to see your face clear and not blurred like I do now. ❞

     ❝ I... Libya, believe me. If you were to see my face, you'd run. ❞ She spoke hesitantly, as if she were embaressed or ashamed to say that aloud. It just made him long to see her even more– to experience the beauty she doesn't see herself. She is the God of Beauty to him. She is what everybody desires to have; what everybody longs to see. She is the barer of his unity and peace. She is what he wants carved into his mind like a Greek painting. She is her. And nobody could convince him otherwise.

     ❝ Don't be ridiculous. ❞ he looked to the right where she sat, squinting as if that'll help him see any better. ❝ I do not care what flaws or ugliness you believe you have. You'll still be Aphrodite to me. ❞

     ❝ You're bringing back the Greek mythology book I read to you, huh? ❞ She lets out a chuckle, though he's unsure if it was forced or if she truly meant it. 

     ❝ Of course. From the moment you started reading about her, the only thing I picture is you. I don't need sight to see you, Unem. ❞

     Her hand tightens around his for a brief moment before she relaxes it and rests her other hand atop of his. ❝ I wish I could believe you. ❞

     ❝ You don't have to yet. ❞ he spoke calmly. ❝ You will one day... May we take a walk? ❞

     ❝ We may. ❞ Her voice immediately perks up, followed by the wooden floorboards creaking under her weight as she ran to go grab his wheelchair from the corner. Why she always settled it there instead of setting it beside him was beyond him, but he didn't have the energy to question her antics. He had more things to worry about. Like her attempting to choke him with tea. ❝ Oh, Unem. ❞ He shakes his head and clicks his tongue. ❝ You're wise, but I'm wiser.  You'll see what I see some day... someday... ❞