When I wake up, a sandwich and some chips are sitting on the bedside table with a glass of what I presume to be orange juice.
“Fucking beautiful.” I mumble, dreary with sleep-haze. My stomach growls. I sit up and pick up the sandwich, taking a huge bite out of it.
“Don’t bite more than you can chew.” I hear quietly from in front of me. I snap my head towards the familiar voice, one I haven’t heard in a week, although it feels much longer.
“Canada?” I whisper. He waves quietly. His hair has grown, but his eyes are the same remarkable violet that they have always been.
“Hey.” He greets. I quickly put down my sandwich and jump onto his lap, burying my face into the crook of his neck.
“Canada… I’ve missed you…” I whisper, quietly crying into his red sweater. His hands automatically go up around my back, squeezing me gently.
“I’ve missed you too, Tally.” His voice is soft, still. It’s the voice I’ve been missing. The voice I’ve been needing.
I slap him across the face once our hug ends. A cry of pain escapes his throat.
“That’s for not coming to visit me.” I growl.
“But-“ I silence him by kissing him, long and slow.
“…That’s for coming to visit me.” I whisper, before kissing him again. He pushes me away.
“Thalassa, you can’t! Ivan-“
“Russia’s a cunt that I don’t want to be influenced with anymore. Asshole.” I grumble, before hugging the agile man I’m sitting on.
“Might I ask why?” Canada says in his sweet, sugary voice.
“He raped me when I went to visit him as a child.” I state bluntly. He pulls away quickly.
“What?!” He shouts, surprising me. His voice is never higher than a whisper at best.
“Yeah. Him and his human friends, all gang-raped me before we knew each other. I was fourteen.” I explain. Canada’s face turns red with anger.
“Why, I’ll kill that-“
“No you won’t. I don’t want either of you getting hurt. I love you both. If you both start fighting, I’ll say ‘fuck it’ and go live with Japan.” I warn, and he sighs, not questioning my feelings. That’s one of the reasons why I love him.
“Well, at least I’m going to end this piece of crud treaty with him.” I raise an eyebrow.
“That’s good, but… Crud? Really?”
“Would you rather I call it a giant wad of shit from the seventh layer of hell with an added bonus of a bloody dildo used by Stalin himself?” I giggle, kissing him again.
“Yes?”
“Cool. That’s what I wanted to say.”
“Good job for speaking your mind.”
“Thank you.”
“So. How has your country been doing?”
“Eh, pretty good. Snowstorms and fuck, but hey, it’s my country, I’m proud of that s-shit.”
“Thank you for cussing, it makes me feel like less of a potty mouth.”
“No problem.”
“I met your bear Kumajirou, he was really nice, but he was hungry. Did you feed him?” I ask.
“Yeah, he wouldn’t stop pestering me about it, even though he doesn’t even remember my name.”
“You don’t remember his either.” I note.
“Oh well.” He huffs, and I giggle, leaning my head against his shoulder.
“I’ve missed you, having conversations like this.” I mumble. He pats my back.
“Me too, Thalassa. Me too.”
“You know that we can’t be together…”
“…You finally realized it, eh?”
“Yeah.” I sigh. “I really love you, I do. But, I’ve changed since we met. I’m more tense, more self-protected. This will probably be the last time I ever really have a heart-to-heart chat with you.”
“I love you too, Tally. More than you will ever know.”
“Someday, we should try again.” I decide.
“Definitely. I would love to see how we both turn out in the long run. Maybe we’ll be one of those crazy couples that no one saw coming.” I look at him, my green melting into his violet.
“Maybe we’ll be the pairing everyone saw coming.” He smiles, sadly. I return the look, before we kiss one final time.
This kiss… It’s more passionate, more heartbreaking, more emotionally frustrating than anything I’ve ever felt in my entire existence. Tears are running down my face, dripping onto my clothes, and I feel the tears coming from Canada’s eyes. We almost made it. We almost had it. We were star-crossed, don’t get me wrong… But… He passed over my trail, or maybe I passed over his. We almost collided, but we were just a little off. We might never cross again, or we might miss each other again. When the next fuckup happens, it could be tomorrow; it could be in fifty years. That’s fate for you.
“Fucking destiny, I just want to be with people I love.” I murmur into the kiss, and hear Canada’s muffled agreement. We’re both breathing heavily when we finally disconnect.
“…I need to get home…” Canada whispers into my hair.
“Five more minutes.” I reply back.
“…Whatever you want.”
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The World I Live In (Crazy Hetalia Fanfic)
Fiksi Penggemar"What if... All of the worlds countries... Were people? And, to top it off, they followed all of their countries stereotypes?" Tally doesn't remember much after running away at the age of thirteen and travelling around the world. When she finds a my...
