The World I Live In (Crazy Hetalia Fanfic)

Thirty-Five

After the yummy lunch Hungary made, Prussia and I are sent back to the teaching room. The walls are wooden, and there is a school desk and a teacher’s desk, not to mention the huge green chalkboard on the wall behind the teacher’s desk. Prussia had mentioned at the very beginning that Italy and Germany were both taught here.

          “Now,” Prussia says when I sit at my desk and he sits at his, “Who have you met so far, since becoming a country?”

          “Well… America, France, Canada, Germany, Italy, Japan, China, The Baltic’s, Ukraine, Belarus, and Russia… Other than the people you have already taught me.” I relay the information, and he nods.

          “Alright, we’ll start with America and Canada. What do you already know about them?”

          “Well, America is very strong. He loves to eat, which affects his health. I’m worried for him about that. Anyway, he is very demanding, proud, self-centered, and quite an idiot.” I state bluntly. “But he cares for others, and is very nice. He doesn’t pressure you to do anything you don’t want to, for me anyways. He is twin brothers with Canada, and is friends with everyone. He is enemies with England.” I furrow my brows. “I’ve heard a lot about England… Is what they say true?” I ask.

          “Not right now, we’ll talk of him later. Tell me about Canada.” Prussia prompts, and I add mentally to his list of personality traits ‘On task’.

          “Canada is…” I picture him in my mind. “Canada is a mild mannered guy. He is very quiet, and apologetic, and pretty much the opposite of America. No one really remembers him; no one pinpoints him as someone they should know. He is the same height as America, but is weaker. Canada is very smart, and musically talented. He has a stuffed bear, named Kumajirou, which he takes everywhere. Because he is so quiet, and he doesn’t speak up, he has no friends other than America and me. But he also has no enemies, which is quite remarkable.” I smile sadly. I miss him.

          “You do?” Prussia asks.

          “What?”

          “You miss him? Why? You could just call him…” He comments, and I shake my head, realizing I had spoken out loud.

          “No… He would just hang up after he heard it was me…” I sigh.

          “Why?”

          “Well… We were dating for a little while, but we broke up. He said he wasn’t ready for me, and he needed to mature… I’m waiting for him, but damn, in a world full of hot guys… It’s getting tough, and I’m getting impatient… I like Russia now…” I rub my face. “Jeez, I don’t even feel any remorse for Canada any more…”

          “Oh. Well, maybe we should learn about him first, then.”

          “I’d… I’d like that.”

          “Alrighty then.” He turns towards the board, and scratches out with chalk in barely legible handwriting ‘Canada’.

          “Now, Thalassa, Canada is a weak soul. He hates fighting. But be warned; when intrigued, he is a very strong warrior. You must be careful. He is very shy, and sensitive. He’s pretty much a pussy, to state bluntly, no matter what feelings you may have for him,” Prussia states. “He is easily mistaken for America, and when he isn’t, he is being forgotten of by the rest of us. America remembers him fondly. He is also very passive aggressive, and has once hit America repeatedly for about three hours. It reduced America to tears.” I raise an eyebrow, and he grins. “True story.”