Please Remember Me

Chapter 39

Date/Time:3 years ago, 9th December

Japan P.O.V

Should I just do it? We're starting high school in about two years and by then we'll probably be in different classes and we won't see each other as often and grow apart. I could wait until next year...

No, I need to stop procrastinating. I was sure of this feeling since last year, I can't keep it to myself anymore.

Okay, yes, I know there's a lot of rumours that America and Russia have a crush on each other, some even saying that Philippines and Mexico have a crush on him as well, but then again they're only rumours. They may seem close, but they're not that type of close. They're good friends, nothing more. Besides, some people ship me with South Korea even though we literally have no feelings for each other. Nothing. Zero.

I check the time, not that it really mattered. I usually arrive to school early, so I probably have a lot of time right now. No harm in reaching a few minutes later, right? It's still considered early.

I take out a pink paper with black writing lines. I have a lot of these in case I need to write something to someone. This time, it seems like I'll be writing my confession.

My heart rate increased as I clicked my pen. I steadied my shaking hand and wrote down the words from my heart.

Dear America,

You're a funny, energetic and kind person. That's the type of person I want to be together with. And by 'together', I mean in a relationship.

I've liked you ever since I got to know you. However, last year, I started realising that what I was feeling was much stronger than I thought. It took me a while to figure out that I had a crush on you. You're the person I want to spend my life with. So, America...

Will you accept my confession?

After rereading the note countless times to be certain that I didn't write anything too cheesy, I folded it neatly in half and tucked it away in my school bag while making sure it wouldn't get crumpled by any of my books. I zipped it up, carried the school bag by my shoulders and headed out.

On the way out of my room, I stopped to take a glance at father's room. I frowned. If America did accept my confession, which I really hope he does, and we get married one day, would he come to the wedding? He never did celebrate much of my achievements with me, the most I ever got is a 'good job, I'm proud of you' and maybe a cake. He always gives the same excuse, because he is 'too busy'.

My ears droop. Even Soviet makes out some time to spend with his children and I'm positive he has more work than father. Sure, he does spend some days with me but those are only once in a blue moon. I can't even remember the last time we had a proper conversation. Am I that unimportant to him that he would let me raise myself?

I sighed, this was just how life is. Not everybody has a caring and encouraging parent. Sometimes, they even get an abusive one.

I turn, walk down the stairs, out the door and to school. I was later than I normally was, but still on time. I didn't pay attention to the lessons, not that I could with the note that had my true feelings written down in my backpack. It's not like they were teaching anything new anyways, most of them were just recapping on what we learnt before.