Canada looked at the table as Latvia's words sank in. Did he really just love Cuba to differentiate himself from America? Then why would he put up with the violence? He suddenly remembered a quote from a book that he read once. "Mutual need is a strong bond. Stronger than friendship, stronger than love."* Maybe that was the case here.
"Canada? Are you okay?"
Canada looked up in shock.
"Cuba?! How did you... you didn't call me America!"
"Well, yeah. America's the one yelling over there like an idiot."
"Oh. Well, yeah, I'm okay."
Cuba smiled and kissed Canada's forehead.
"You always look so worried. It's not healthy."
Canada's eyes fluttered closed when he felt Cuba wrap his arms around his shoulders. Somehow, though, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.
"Cuba... I need to talk to you."
Cuba looked at Canada in concern.
"What's wrong?"
"I..." Canada sighed and his voice trailed off. He couldn't do it. "Never mind. It's nothing."
Cuba frowned.
"Are you sure?"
"Uh... yeah."
"Fine..." Cuba shook his head, "I love you."
"I... I love you, too."
Do I really, though?
*From Gregor the Overlander by Suzanne Collins, one of my favourite books ever.
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Scarred: A RusEst and PoLietCan Fanfiction
FanfictionAaand... here it is! My first full-length Hetalia fanfiction! I also feel as though I should point out that this contains some past CuCan (well, at the beginning of the story it's current CuCan, but... you'll see) despite the title. The RusEst is ne...
