The meeting is over. England and America just can't get a mutual point of perspective. I as the brother and son feel a little sad about it... but the worst is that they don't notice me between all the members. not that there are a lot of members. not at all. they just don't see me sitting. Russia sat even once ON me and he didn't notice for half an hour.
walk down the hall thinking the meeting over. poor france. he must have been hurt that the memory of jeanne was brought up in the heat of the discussion between brother and father. I go in my room and sit down on the couch.
''who are you?'' Kumajiro asks as he sits on my lap. ''I'm Canada'' i smile sadly. he holds his head edgewise, ''Canada?'' he asks. i nod. he stares at me and i lay my hand on his head patting him.
why won't anybody see and remember me. i feel a tear stream down my face. ''Why are you crying?'' Kumajiro asks. ''Nothing'' i whisper as i whipe the tear away. ''Who are you?'' he asks again as he sits next to me. i can't hold it back anymore. but who cares? nobody sees me after all. not even my brother or father notice me. ''Canada'' i cry out as i hug my knees. ''I'm Canada'' i cry softly. my knees are getting wet, but i can't stop crying. i haven't cried in quit a while.
Suddenly i feel a gentle warm hand on my hand. ''Are you oké?'' i hear a warm voice with a sad undertone. I gaze up and see France looking at me. i think he came here to hide his tears, because his eyes are wet. I nod. France smiles slightly, ''nodding with a teary face, i can't believe that''. i smile slightly. ''Do you know who i am?'' i ask. ''You are'' i see him frowning, trying hard to remember. it was to good to be true. he wouldn't kno- ''Canada'' he smiles and ruffles my hair. i look up with suprised eyes. ''Y-you notice me?'' i ask. ''Why else would i be talking to a cute guy like yourself'' he smiles. He is back. the flirty mask. ''stop that'' i whisper. ''Que?'' he asks. ''Stop hiding yourself!'' i say a little louder. ''honono, i don't hide my magnefieque self'' he smirks. asa he hold his hand on his chest. ''that would be a shame of my beauty'' he flips his hair.
''Then why were you about to cry a moment ago?''
he keeps silent.
''It's about the meeting isn't it? about Jeanne'' i say as i look at him, still holding my knees. he looks down clenching his fists. ''I wasn't about t cry'' he says stubborn.
''Then why these tears?'' i stand befor him lifting his chin. tears stream down his face and i whipe them away. ''I...'' he stops and closes his eyes. ''Cry, don't hold it in, it's better to let it out'' i smile as i shove a piece of hair out of his eyes behind his ear. he softly begins to cry. i wrap my arms around him and lay my hean on his shoulder. ''don't keep up a front, just think i'm not here'' i say a little sad.
Suddenly i feel the warmth of his arms around me and he leans with his head on my shoulder as i feel my back slowly getting wet. i blush but smile. he doesn't think me away. he keeps me here for his support.
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YOSH! i would like to know what you think about this chapter. i was on verge of tears writing this. i don't think it's well written though.
question: who has to be the seme? france or Canada?
