Redirecting The Fates

Rocan Rochu Prucan

**WARNING SADNESS, almost suicide AND TRIPLE SHIP UP AHEAD**

Mathew had gotten Ivan a large bouquet of sunflowers. He was carrying 37 in total sunflowers with a bottle of vodka. Mathew had gotten these because it was close to their anniversary; 100 years. Also, our favourite Canadian's birthday was coming up in a few weeks. Having to look everywhere for these flowers- they are not easy to come by in Russia- Mathew had finally come back after a couple days in his country- he also had to get his paperwork- he was walking up to the house he shared with Ivan.

 He had arrived a few minutes before midnight; the day before their anniversary. Walking to Ivan's office to place the flowers in the empty vase on his windowsill, he begins to hear noises. Mathew slows down, begins to wish he was invisible - becoming so thanks to Arthur's backfired spell - he tightens his grip on the vodka and flowers, moving it all to one arm when he gets closer to the door. Only to find that the noise is coming from there, he begins to slowly creak open the door.

 Once he can see through he sees Ivan and someone else doing.....extracurricular activities... Mathew slams open the door with tears in his eyes. He glares at Ivan and takes out one flower to make it 36 before placing them on his desk and throwing the vodka at his feet. The other person turned around to show it was Yao. Mathew bites back tears to say surprisingly calm "Russia, why did you do this? Why did you cheat on me? Why after all this time?"

 Right as he says this, the clock strikes midnight. Ivan tries to respond and comes up with "Sun..sunflower...I ...did not mean to. I still.... love you but I also like....yao-yao....he is closer to my age and..... my boss thinks it is ...good idea...".

 Mathew's eyes steeled. "Russia, you have no right to call me sunflower, you have no right to call me by anything other than Canada. When did your boss say this? How long has it been going on? Why today of all days? Does today mean nothing to you?!". 

Ivan is at a loss for words and mumbles '....50 years he said.....I've been seeing Yao for 49 of them....'. Mathew scoffs and turns around to exit the office. He walks out of the office and out of the house, back to the car to go back to his country.

After he gets back, he begins to cry and ask why. A few weeks pass and he gets no calls, no messages nothing from anyone on the special day... July 1st, his birthday. No-one had said anything...it was like he didn't exist. He could feel himself becoming empty. He looks down to see him slightly faded. Mathew sits down and begins to write a letter.

'To whoever remembered that I existed,

I am sick and tired of being ignored, forgotten and beaten when I am remembered. I have had my heart broken by both family and my loves. A few weeks ago, I was cheated on, we were together for a hundred years and he had cheated on me for fifty years. Today was the last straw. Thank you for remembering me occasionally but I hate you all. This is goodbye.

Russia. Before I say goodbye. I hope you know that I don't fully regret being with you. I thought you were different. You were. You were worse. You made me think that my heart was not going to be broken, that you would take care of it. No. You tore it to shreds and put it in your borscht. I hope that you have a wonderful life with China. I hate you. I can't even call you by your name. I can't believe I called you Maple.

America, England, France.

Thank you for taking care of me. Nice to see you cared a little. Wish you still remembered me though. Shame. I remember everything. How broken England was after the revolutionary war. How America was after it as well. How France used to protect me when I felt my capital being burned. I still love you all. We will always be family.

Prussia, and the axis.

It was fun knowing you. You are awesome Prussia. Germany, it was nice that you were strict, you brought to order the meetings. Don't stop that.
Northern Italy. Be nice and be nicer to Italy Romano. He is still your brother and still Italy.