I Know You: A Prucan Story

Chapter Six: Storm

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         Matthew awoke to the sound of a light drizzle. He propped himself half way up his bed and sat for awhile just listening to the rain as it steadily increased to the thunderous roar. After listening to the rain drone on, Canada knew that it wouldn't stop anytime soon. He was emotionally drained from yesterday with Prussia and he didn't really want to go out in the stormy weather. So, he fell back into the bed to get some more rest.
     He would very much like to just sleep his whole life away and never do anything again. But, he had responsibilities to do as a country and he can't abandon them, not like he'd want to anyway, he loves his nation. He feels a strong connection to his people, he knows every single one of them and watches over them like his own. He loves the structures and landforms that adorn his country. Yes, he loves Canada. Yet although he is the human representation of Canada, does that also mean he loves himself? He never could figure that out.
      Canada soon drifted off and dreamt. It was storming, and he was stranded on a lake with only a raft made of twigs and straw to keep him afloat. He could barely see through the rain and hair whipping at his face. Canada squinted at the distance and could make out some shapes in the dark. He tried to paddle with his hands towards what he presumed to be land, but the waves wouldn't let him. They clawed at his raft and body, pushing him farther and farther from land. The water was whispering all around him, their scratchy voices taunting him, telling him of his failures, stating that he was weak. Canada screamed, he screamed to try to drown out the voices. He curled up on his raft and plugged his ears. He didn't need to hear this again. He already knows, yet he can't wake up. Not until the last strike has been blown. Not until he's a crying mess the next day. 
     He lays there on his little raft, whimpering and shaking from the words dealt on him as he waits.. For what?
      "Mattie?" Canada stills as his face takes up his mind. His mesmerizing eyes and beautiful.. Everything. Canada is thinking of him. He feels light, like he could float up to the clouds and leave this storm behind. He laughs bitterly, "How nice, you'll never forget him at this rate." However, he is not sure if he even wants to. Gilbert could pierce his heart and wedge himself there, stuck for eternity as an example of how pathetic he is. Canada flips over, his back to the raft and face to the sky, ready for whatever hits him. However, something is off.
      Silence.
      The storm has passed.
     Matthew didn't wake up crying from his nap, he woke up bewildered and strangely, at peace. The same dream that haunted him for years ended peacefully instead of leaving him broken when he awoke. Canada sat upright and clutched his head, heaving a frustrated groan. The nightmare got cured by a man he couldn't ever possibly be with. "Well, I can still use him to help me with my nightmares and not meet with him outside of my dreams." He thought. He knew he was being selfish and pitiful, but what else was he supposed to do?
           A warm substance trailed down his cheek and plopped onto his blanket. "I'm not made for love," he whispered, his voice catching in his throat. Years of loneliness messed with Canada. It made him insecure and reclusive. It made him call himself pathetic, a failure of a country. "I wish I was someone else, maybe then I could have a happy ending,"
        Canada knew the tears were falling faster but he felt empty. Not wanting to fall back asleep or get up, he stared up at the ceiling, blinking the tears away. He didn't bother to wipe his face. He went in a trance. He didn't think nor did he move, he was just... there.
         It must of been 20 minutes into his stupor when his door pounded. He didn't notice, too lost in his state of emptiness. He liked not thinking, it was calming and a relief from his usual thoughts.
         He broke from his trance when cold arms wrapped around him into a tight hug. His head snapped down in panic which caused him to rest on a shoulder. He caught sight of familiar silver hair and his heart clenched. He could feel as Prussia let out a breath like he's been holding onto it for forever. That's when he noticed that Prussia was soaking wet.
             "Ah, it's still raining."
        
    

                Art. Thurs ;))) Notes:
    *cue Stitch voice, smile, and hand gesture*
                        Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
    
   it's been like 2 months. I'm just like really lazy and have no motivation lol. *realizes I say this all the time*... lmao so anyways
    Such good title am I right or am I right? Don't answer that.
    *takes a year to write next chappy* aheheheheheh